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Jeongin

When they enter Chan and Yongbok’s apartment, they’re immediately hit with Yongbok’s scent. Jeongin frowns as he takes off his shoes, the wave of anxiety and distress clear in the air. In the living room, they find Yongbok rocking Byeol back and forth. His blonde hair is a mess, sticking out of the half makeshift bun, glued to his neck and forehead with sweat.

The baby is crying, which seems to be the majority of what she does. Jeongin knew newborns cry a lot, but he truly didn’t anticipate this. His parents told him he was a pretty chill child, only crying if he needed his diaper changed, or was hungry or sleepy. Byeol seems to be crying nonstop, giving her very young and very stressed parents a hard time.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, shhhh.” Yongbok tries to calm her down but his voice is anything but calm. Jeongin can feel himself getting on edge, he can imagine she doesn’t find any comfort like this either, despite Yongbok doing his best. “It’s okay, why are you crying, hm? What’s wrong? Tell eomma, baby? Tell me, why can’t you talk yet? This would be so much easier, huh? If you could just tell eomma what’s the matter and then I’d fix it. I wish I could fix it for you.”

He wipes his eyes but it doesn’t seem to do anything. Jeongin’s heart aches whenever he sees him or Chan like this. He exchanges a look with Seungmin.

“Hyung?” he speaks, as gently as he can, because it’s evident Yongbok hasn’t even realized they entered his home, not by sound or smell.

It startles him, which Jeongin was trying to avoid, so he gives him an apologetic smile. Yongbok clutches Byeol to his chest. She’s still crying. “Oh. Look who’s here, huh? Look who’s here, baby. Look who came to see you.”

Yongbok seems to be crying too or maybe it’s just a mix of hysteria and exhaustion. The apartment is a mess, but it almost always is, lately. They barely have time to eat and clean themselves. And when everyone does help and tidy up, it’s the same by next day. Jeongin is much more concerned about Yongbok’s state of mind than cleanliness right now.

“Can I take her?” Seungmin steps up, extending his arms. “You can rest your arms a little.”

Yongbok is still rocking her, still trying to soothe her with a hand on her tiny head and back. It’s not really helping. Jeongin’s ears already hurt a little and he’s been here for a very short period, so he can only imagine there must be ringing in Yongbok’s head by now.

“She won’t calm down.” Yongbok sobs, wiping his eye again. There’s snot under his nose. He takes a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do, I tried everything, she ate, she burped, she pooped, she’s clean and changed and she should go down for a nap, but she just—fucking won’t and I called Dr. Min and he said that it’s okay, it’s normal unfortunately, if all of her needs are met then—“ he has to stop to take another breath. “Then there’s no reason to bring her in. And my aunt said to just… to leave her to cry, like, not hold her or anything, just leave her in the room to cry by herself, but I can’t do that, that’s awful. Isn’t that awful?” he looks at Seungmin and doesn’t give him a chance to answer. “She’s my baby, I can’t let her cry by herself until she passes out.”

Seungmin nods and lightly touches Yongbok’s shoulder. “You’re right. Do you want me to give it a try?”

He blinks a few times and nods, sniffling. Slowly, he gives Byeol to Seungmin and takes a seat on the couch. Jeongin joins him. Seungmin starts talking to her and walking back and forth. The dining room and living room are sort of the same thing, no doors separating them, so he has a lot of space.

“What if she’s in pain? What if something is hurting her and I can’t help her and make it better?”

He runs his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath. Jeongin strokes his back. He’s wearing one of Chan’s black shirts, much bigger on him. “Hyung, it’s okay. You’re doing the best you can. But you have to take care of yourself too. Have you eaten?”

Yongbok nods. “Yeah, doctor said to try not to skip breakfast, if I can. I have to, for the milk. I don’t even know what time it is… God, I have to make something for lunch. And clean up a little, fuck.”

He goes to get up, but Jeongin pulls him back down carefully. “Don’t worry about that. We can take care of food and the apartment, okay? How about a little nap? Or a shower?”

“I can’t let you guys do that, you just got back from class. You must be tired too.” Yongbok gives him a sad look. He sort of looks like a wet kitten.

Jeongin would argue attending 10 classes a day is way less exhausting than this. He will definitely never complain about academic stress again. “We’re fine, hyung. Promise. Nap or a shower?”

“I can’t.” he shakes his head, swallowing loudly. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand. He’s kind of gross right now overall but also it’s his Yongbok hyung and Jeongin loves him so much he’s sure there is no state he could see him in and be repulsed. He just feels sorry for him and wants him to rest. “I can’t, I should—what if she needs me?”

“What could she need? You said it yourself, you did everything, right? Let hyung try to calm her down a bit, yeah? Just a small nap?”

“I can’t, Iyen-ah, really, sorry, I know you’re trying to help, but my head hurts and my fucking—shoulder hurts and I just. I feel like my whole body is sore and I can’t go into the room to sleep if she’s here because then I get really anxious.”

Jeongin’s heart aches again. He sighs and throws an arm around Yongbok’s shoulder, bringing him in for a hug. Yongbok goes because he really likes hugs and he especially likes when Jeongin initiates physical affection. He rubs his arm and slowly manages to lower his body until Yongbok is resting his head on his thigh. He immediately brings his legs up on the couch too and curls into a ball. This is definitely not ideal, especially if he says his body hurts all over, but Jeongin will take what he can get. Something done at all is better than not done, even if it’s not perfect.

“Okay. Then just stay there a bit, hyung.”

Yongbok must know his manipulative plan, but if he does, he doesn’t comment on it. Jeongin strokes his hair, untangling a small knot above his ear.

“Don’t, I’m gross.” Yongbok whines.

“It’s okay. I love you anyway.” he says, even though he feels shy. He thinks it would be good for Yongbok to hear it right now.

He turns his head to look up at Jeongin. “Stooop, that’s so sweet. Do you mean it?”

His eyes are filled with tears again. Jeongin smiles.

“Yeah. Byeol can sometimes be gross but you still love her, right? Same thing here.”

He sniffles, shy and pleased. Pouting a little. Jeongin keeps stroking his hair. “That’s very nice. Thank you. I love you too.”

Byeol stops crying. Seungmin keeps rocking her, taking laps around the dining table. Seeing him with a baby does things to Jeongin. Things he’s not ready to look into yet. Yongbok takes another steadying breath.

After some time, both of them manage to fall asleep. Seungmin whispers that he’s going to send a quick text to Minho and Jeongin nods, still stroking Yongbok’s hair and continuing the soft touches down his arm.

It doesn’t take Minho and Hyunjin long to come. Jeongin knows Minho has a paper he’s working on, but he’s pretty sure Hyunjin has nothing going on today. Seungmin takes Byeol to the bedroom and stays with her, so the noises don’t wake her up. Minho gives the fondest look to sleeping Yongbok on Jeongin’s lap before he goes into the kitchen. Hyunjin ruffles Jeongin’s hair, rolls his sleeves up and starts picking up toys from the floor into the basket.

They are pretty quiet for the most part, doing their best not to disturb Yongbok’s sleep. Jeongin has a feeling not much could wake him up now. Despite his protests, he is out like a light (just like his daughter), making Jeongin’s legs go numb. But that’s a small price to pay. He can’t imagine how tired he was.

Then he stirs and gasps, like he’s waking up from a nightmare, blinking his eyes at Jeongin. He has drool on his chin. Probably on Jeongin’s pants too.

“Where is she?” he asks as he slowly sits up with a groan.

“Seungminnie hyung put her to bed. He’s in there with her, don’t worry.” Jeongin says.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Hyunjin smiles at him, with a broom in his hand. “Put your legs up.”

Yongbok is still waking up, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings, but he listens, along with Jeongin. He looks around and then hears someone in the kitchen.

“Hyung?”

“It’s me.”

He blinks and yawns, stretching his shoulder. “You didn’t have to do this. I could have, really. She just… wouldn’t go down when she usually does.”

“It’s okay.” Hyunjin sweeps under the coffee table. “We had time.”

“What about hyung’s paper?” Yongbok pouts.

“He finished it. Don’t worry so much.”

Jeongin brings Yongbok a glass of water as Hyunjin finishes up. That was less than a 30 minute nap and he still looks pretty out of it. He takes his hair out of the bun and grimaces, tying it back up.

“Okay, how about a shower now?” Hyunjin smiles, sitting on Yongbok’s other side.

Yongbok sighs, massaging his neck and finishing his water. “I’m so tired I feel like I forgot how to shower.” He chuckles weakly.

“I can help.” Hyunjin says. “If you want me to?”

“No, that’s—no, thank you. I think I’ll manage.”

“Remember two years ago when I showered you while you were barely conscious because you were so drunk? I think I can handle it.”

Yongbok laughs again and squeezes his eyes shut. “Wow. So much has changed since then.”

“Back then I was so mad at you and worried you had alcohol poisoning. Your head kept falling forward in the shower, like an ostrich trying to bury its head in the sand.”

Jeongin laughs. He’s heard this story so many times and Hyunjin used that exact metaphor almost every time, but it still gets him. He wishes he was there to see it.

“And now I’m not mad or worried, just wanna help, so. If you think about it, from my point of view, it’s a much easier shower. And yours too, I think. I know you’re pretty beat, but I’m sure you’re not feeling worse than that night.”

Yongbok laughs. He still looks unsure, rubbing his neck.

“You want us to call Channie hyung instead?” Jeongin offers.

“No, no. Please, don’t call him. He’s at work, you know how worried he gets.”

They have been juggling life pretty well, all things considered. This was an unplanned pregnancy, but a very loved and cared for child, while the two of them navigated college and Chan a part time job when Yongbok stayed home with the baby. It was lucky she was born during summer break, so at least he could rest a little back then. But now the classes have started again and they are both adamant about not dropping out – Chan suggested putting undergrad on pause, but Yongbok insisted that will not be happening.

Minho comes out of the kitchen with a spatula in one hand, the other on his hip because he likes being dramatic and probably wants to get a smile out of Yongbok.

“Aegi. It’s either you take a shower alone, I call hyung to come home or you let Hyunjinnie help you. I think he’s your best option, because I don’t really trust you not to pass out again when you get in the bathroom, honestly. But one way or another, you are not sitting stinky at my table to eat.”

Yongbok scrunches his nose and giggles. “It’s my table.”

“It’s my cooking. Channie hyung or Hyunjinnie?”

Jeongin smiles. Yongbok stands up and nods shyly in Hyunjin’s direction. Hyunjin smiles as well, holding his arm as they make their way to the bathroom.

Hyunjin

“Really, you can go.” He says. “I promise we got it, okay?”

Felix still looks unsure. He’s messing with his bracelet, fixing it and turning it over and over again. “But what if—“

“Then we’ll call.” Changbin says with a patient smile. “I promise we’ll call. We’ve taken care of her so many times before.”

It’s true, they did babysit while Felix or Chan went to class or work. Today, Changbin suggested they should go on an actual date which they haven’t since Byeol was born. They barely have time for anything, even with everyone jumping in to help when their schedules allow it. Hyunjin knows how gone Felix and Chan are for each other, they must miss having their alone time, at least for a little bit. They had to force them to dress up and get ready for a proper dinner at a restaurant.

“Still, there could be an emergency.” Chan insists.

“There can always be an emergency. Even when you’re home. If there is one, we call and you come. You won’t be far.” Hyunjin says.

“Hey, baby babyyyy. Hey, baby babyyyy.” Jisung swings her from side to side and she giggles, flapping her tiny, adorable arms around. Hyunjin’s pretty sure she’s trying to go for Jisung’s cheeks or maybe glasses. “Do you see this? Your parents are so codependent, baby. They won’t leave you alone for one night to eat a nice meal outside the house for a change. No, they won’t. That’s right, no, they won’t.” he coos, kissing her belly.

Hyunjin sees Chan roll his eyes, but there is an amused smile on his face.

“See? We have another child right here. They’ll keep each other busy. Go.” Changbin says.

“Okay, one more time.” Felix sighs. “There’s milk in the fridge. Start bedtime around 7:30 to get her in the mood. Try to get her there by 8:30, okay? She’s been fussy lately, so if she can’t—“

“We know all of this.” Hyunjin laughs, turning Felix around and pushing him in the hallway. “We’ve seen you do it so many times. I know the songs you sing to her to fall asleep. I know her favorite dinosaur. We won’t let anything happen to her, I promise.”

“We know you won’t.” Chan puts a grateful hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “We’re not worried about you guys messing up. Just… it’s hard being away from her, you know?”

“I know.” He smiles. “But you have each other and it’s important to carve out time for that too. Especially if you have the opportunity like this. We just want you to enjoy yourselves.”

Felix kisses his cheek. “Thank you, baby.”

“Go. Have fun. Eat good food. Stay out late. If you drink, call hyung to drive you back.” Hyunjin points a finger at Chan.

“I won’t drink.” Chan says, predictably. “But thank you. We appreciate it.”

Chan

Felix doesn’t want to go on this date. Chan can tell. He can smell him. He’s anxious about leaving the baby as it is, when he has to go to class or run to the grocery store. Chan kind of doesn’t want to either, but their friends do have a point. Minho gave them a whole speech about losing their identities to parenthood and how they are in their early 20s, they can’t allow it. He really doesn’t think being preoccupied with being a parent is all that bad, but he listened.

He watches as Felix gets in the car and puts his seatbelt on. He looks gorgeous, but he always looks gorgeous to Chan. When he hasn’t showered, when he has baby vomit on him, when he’s crying or raging or worrying. Tonight, he looks gorgeous in that on purpose way. His hair is styled back with gel, he has a black, silky dress shirt and no bra and black, flowy pants. A little bit of jewelry, a little bit of makeup. His favorite perfume.

“What?” he giggles when he catches Chan staring.

Chan smiles to himself. “Nothing, just… You’re really pretty.”

Felix smiles too, shy but happy to hear it. His scent spikes a little. He tucks his hair behind his ear. “Thank you. I feel pretty.”

“Good.” Chan puts a hand on his thigh. “You’re always pretty.”

“You’re pretty too.” He gives him another brilliant smile. “Very handsome.”

Chan kisses him, chaste and slow. He lets himself linger, tasting Felix’s lip gloss and ready to apologize for ruining it, but unable to stop himself from gently nipping at his bottom lip. Felix doesn’t seem to mind, allowing it and sighing, content, when Chan kisses his forehead.

“Okay. Ready to go?”

Felix nods but then frowns. Chan is ready to ask what’s the matter, but he can smell it before he sees it. Felix is lactating. Sure enough, when he looks down, he sees a wet droplet on his fancy dress shirt.

“Noooo.” Felix whines in that thick Australian accent Chan loves so much. “Come on, why now?”

Chan helps, getting the tissues from the glove box. Felix has to untuck his shirt from his pants and get his hand underneath it to try and get it. Chan gets more tissues as it keeps going, but it’s really no use and then Felix is unbuttoning his buttons, pouting in frustration.

“This is so annoying.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” Chan rubs his shoulder, wishing he could stop it.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry, I just—“

“You don’t need to be sorry. You made such a lovely home for our baby in your body and now… your body is still taking care of our baby. I’m so grateful for that, I just wish it didn’t bother you in inconvenient times, that’s all.”

“This must be karma for not wearing a bra. God is laughing at me.” Felix sighs. “I wanted to be sexy for you.”

Chan feels something in his stomach twist. He laughs. “You’re always sexy. Bra or no bra. You’re literally sitting in my car, all dolled up and leaking breast milk. Trust me, it’s sexy.”

Felix snorts. He keeps trying to soak it up. Chan keeps staring at his naked chest. He swallows.

“This is really not stopping, Jesus.” Felix shakes his head, laughing.

Chan looks around. The parking lot is almost empty. Not dark yet, but slowly getting there. Almost time for Byeol’s bedtime routine. There is no one around. He clears his throat.

“Do you want me to help?”

Felix looks at him, blinking. Holding his boob. He looks around too. More milk drips out of him. It’s not an unfamiliar concept to them, Chan has drank Felix’s milk before. It started out as helping him when Byeol would fall asleep on him and leave him uneven, but it always led to sex. Felix said it does something to him, being connected like that. It’s very intimate. Romantic even, in Chan’s opinion.

He expects him to be a little wary maybe, unsure. But Felix just looks down at himself and then back at Chan before he nods.

“Yeah, okay.”

He unbuckles the seatbelt and climbs over the console, straddling Chan and settling on his lap with a grin. This is a familiar position, they’ve made out in the car many times. Chan pulls his seat back all the way so Felix is as comfortable as he can be and kisses him. His hands find their place on Felix’s naked waist, under the dress shirt still hanging from his shoulders. Felix licks into his mouth, eager.

Maybe their friends were right. They do need time alone. Sex has been… rare and rushed, usually. Chan still loves it and he knows Felix loves it, but it’s definitely different since they’ve had a baby. Their focus shifted completely, which is normal. But this is good too. Getting to touch each other without keeping one ear open for Byeol waking up and needing them.

Slowly, he makes his way down Felix’s pretty neck, stopping at his scent gland where his natural smell is way stronger than any manufactured perfume. Chan inhales him, obnoxious and unashamed. Felix giggles and squeezes his thighs around Chan’s own.

“Chris.” He purrs. “It’s getting messy.”

It is. There’s milk on Chan’s shirt now too. He nods and hoists Felix up a little, bending his neck to reach his breasts. He lost his mind a little (a lot) when they filled out. His baby, feeding their baby. It was a mix of adoration and love and horny feelings.

He’s gentle when he wraps his lips around Felix’s nipple, knows they are sensitive. He stimulates the flow with his fingers so he doesn’t have to suck. Chan really likes the taste. It’s part of Felix, another part he shares with Chan that he gets to enjoy. Another part he trusts him with, so much.

Felix’s back arches and he pushes himself towards Chan more, hand on his head to keep him there. Chan looks up, sees his head thrown back.

“That’s so good, thank you.”

Chan is definitely getting hard. It was inevitable, but hearing Felix thank him or tell him he’s doing a good job always does things to him. He can’t help it. All he wants is to take care of Felix and make him feel good so when he gets confirmation he’s doing just that, it’s out of his control that his body reacts. Felix must feel him, sitting directly on his crotch.

Chan drinks the milk and moans with his mouth full. Felix scratches his scalp, playing with his curls. He sighs on top of him, his shoulders relaxing, squirming on his lap to get closer.

“Such a good alpha I have.”

Chan’s hips twitch, his hands tighten on Felix’s skin. It makes Felix giggle, because he’s evil, an evil little gremlin that loves torturing Chan every chance he gets.

“Take such good care of me.” He whines when Chan’s teeth graze him. “And our baby. I’m so happy to have you.”

He pulls off, feeling messy and drunk on Felix’s taste and scent. He’s definitely hard now. Felix grinds down on him and holds his cheek, kissing him.

“Me too.” Chan manages in between kisses, desperation making his blood grow hot. “So happy, baby, love you, I love you so much.”

“Mmm, I know.” Felix keeps moving, keeps dragging himself over Chan’s cock. It hurts, trapped in his jeans, but it also feels so good he can’t complain. Wouldn’t dream of it. “Do the other one, yeah?”

He hurries to obey. He’s a little rougher now, taking what he craves, what they both want. Making Felix feel lighter too. He feels a little insane and he registers he’s also bucking up into Felix’s body, chasing the heat of him, the weight on top of his stupid erection. He’s whining.

“Good boy, hyung, keep going.” Felix tells him, pressing him close to his chest and not letting him move away. Chan could die happy here, suffocated. “Just like that, mhm, there you go.”

At some point the milk stops coming out and Felix hisses, pulling on Chan’s hair to get him off. Chan buries his face in his neck, licking and sucking and smelling him as much as he can. His whole body feels like it’s on fire. There is a mating mark on Felix’s neck, he wears Chan’s mark and he had Chan’s baby and he’s all his, now and forever. And it was a crazy situation, still is, but they love each other so much and they are managing it. Chan is so happy. He’s so hard he feels like he’s gonna pass out.

Now that he doesn’t have to keep Felix up a little, his neediness takes over and he grips his hips, moving his body on top of him so his clothed cunt drags over Chan’s trapped cock. If only he wasn’t so gone already, he’d take it out, he’d fuck Felix right here, sink into his addicting heat, uncaring if they’ll get caught, if anyone will see. It’s his mate and his omega and Chan has the right to take him anywhere, he’d fight the world on it in this state.

But he already feels so good and it’s been so long since he’s hand an orgasm, he’s embarrassingly close. He feels pathetic in that hot way that makes him shy, that makes him useful and desirable to Felix.

“Come on, that’s it.” Felix drags his nose along Chan’s face, leaving small kisses all over. “Use me, yeah? You’re so hard, poor baby, got so hard from drinking his omega’s milk, you wanna cum? You wanna cum for me, Chris?”

Chan squeezes him even tighter, eyes squeezed shut, dick twitching. “Baby.” He whines, so close it’s painful how he can almost taste it. “Please, fuck, pleaseplease, ‘s so good.”

The car is full of Felix’s heady scent and Chan wants to live here, like this, have it be the only thing he experiences for the rest of his life.

“Maybe if they do a good enough job of putting Byeol to sleep…” Felix whispers in his ear, making all the hairs on Chan’s body stand up. “I might let you knot me tonight.”

That’s enough to push him over the edge, the memory of Felix squeezing his knot, slick gushing out of him all over Chan, how good and tight and warm and wet it all is. He moans, biting under Felix’s ear but not too hard to draw blood. He spills into his underwear and that will feel shitty as it starts drying, but right now it’s amazing, it’s bliss, it’s the best thing ever.

Felix stops moving and kisses him through the aftershocks, nuzzling under his jaw. He’s so sweet Chan could eat him. And Chan can smell how wet he is. So he gets his hand under Felix’s pants – the stretchy kind he’s been loving because they’re more comfortable. Chan thanks God for them because he doesn’t have to deal with a button or a belt. He just has to get past Felix’s underwear and feel his cunt, feel the hair and the wetness and feel Felix shudder on top of him.

“Quick one?” he asks. “Or you want me to drag it out?”

He’s already thinking about the logistics of somehow lying down to have Felix sit on his face if he wants to. They definitely haven’t done that in a car before, but Chan would make it work.

Felix shakes his head. He licks his bottom lip. Chan wants to make it bleed a little and then suck the blood out too. “Just your fingers, just—my clit, touch me, I’m right there.”

His panties are a mess, Chan can feel the slick on the back of his hand as he manages to slide one finger inside him. Felix whimpers, eyes closed, fingers digging into Chan’s shoulders. He’s so wet it’s fucking with Chan’s head and so sensitive when he rubs his clit with his thumb. It’s a stupid angle, but it’s okay, he tries to do his best. Felix seems to like it, which is all he cares about.

“My pretty baby.” Chan kisses up his neck, to his jaw, his cheek, capturing his lips. “Mine, all mine. My omega.”

Felix clenches around his finger, gasping. “Your omega.”

Chan speeds up his movements and adds another finger, getting them as deep as he can, trying to find that spot, curling them how he knows Felix needs. It works, it has Felix jumping in his lap, almost hitting his head on the roof of the car, breathless little moans spilling past his lips.

“There it is, yeah?” Chan smiles, entranced by his face. “Thereeee it is, you like that. Look so good, you have no idea, smell so good, you’re perfect. You’re so perfect for me, I want you so bad.”

Felix squeezes his own tits, Chan’s other hand on his ass. He’s feeling himself and he looks insane, could get Chan hard all over again in record time. He wants to bury his face in Felix’s cunt, wants to drain him for all he’s worth, until there’s nothing else to give, nothing else for Chan to take. He wants to throw Felix’s legs over his shoulders and have him grip on his hair, ride his face as he chases his pleasure.

“Chris.” Felix breathes, sweaty and so hot. “Chris, alpha, please, just—“

Chan understands, moving his lips so he can place them over the mating mark. He fits his teeth where they were, just barely, gentle, soft touch. It sets Felix’s body on fire and he’s cumming.

“Oh my god, oh my god, fuuuuck, fuck me, Jesus, ahhh—“ he shakes, grinding down on Chan’s hand, fisting his hair. Chan kisses over the bite, scenting him. “Fuck.”

Slowly, he gets his hand out and licks his fingers, groaning at the taste of Felix’s slick. Felix chuckles.

“My knees hurt.” He says and they work to get him on Chan’s lap sideways.

More tissues, Felix trying to clean himself as best as he can. Thank god for that plastic bag they use for trash. He kicks off his sneakers and brings his feet up, curling on Chan’s thighs so he’s more comfortable. Chan holds his ankle.

“Now I definitely feel like a college kid.” Felix snorts, bumping their noses together. “Your wrist okay? I didn’t go too hard, no?”

He holds Chan’s hand to his face, kisses his pulse point and scents his wrist. Chan doesn’t know how to tell him he’d allow him to break both his arms, really. “I’m good.”

“Good.” He shifts on Chan’s lap. “Can I say something and you have to promise not to be mad about it?”

These questions are frequent and Felix already knows Chan won’t be mad whatever he says. It’s always something silly. Still, he likes asking and Chan likes him.

“’course.”

“I don’t wanna go on a date.”

It makes him laugh. “Yeah, no shit, we’re definitely not going like this. It’s okay, I figured.”

Felix manages to get his head under Chan’s chin. His feet end up on the console. Chan strokes his ass, kissing his forehead.

“Can I say another, a little more serious thing and you again have to promise not to have negative feelings about it?”

“I promise.”

“I feel… protective. Over Byeol. Um, when it comes to the boys taking care of her.”

That does give Chan a pause. “Could you elaborate a little for me, baby?”

Felix sits up and leans on the door so they can look at each other. “Maybe protective isn’t the best word. Like, I’m so grateful for them. She would genuinely not be alive right now if it wasn’t for them. Me neither, probably. Especially with both of our families being in Australia and all, like—they have helped us so much. I love them so much. And I’m so happy Byeol has her, like, little pack and so many people who love her and will take care of her.”

Chan nods, hand still going up and down Felix’s thigh.

“But I feel… not scared. That’s not a good word either. Jealous? But it doesn’t make sense. Whatever. I feel something, because I miss her. Like, I will go to class and miss her for 2 hours. I always miss her, I miss her if I put her down for a nap and go to clean up. And now, we could have put her to bed together and all, you know, but they think we would rather go to a fancy dinner than do that. I love them, I love them so much and I know most parents would kill for what we have, but… I dunno. It’s just how I feel. I really like our bedtime routine. I don’t know if any of this makes sense.”

Chan listens to him as warmth spreads in his chest. He nods and smiles, shows him he hears him. “It makes sense. I get it. I understand.”

“Do you think it makes me a bad person?”

That makes Chan snort. “Definitely not. You gave birth to her, Felix. You have every right to feel possessive and protective over her.”

“Because I love you and I want to be there for you and I wanna go on cute dates, but. I also love being home. As much as I sometimes think I will lose my mind, I just love being her mom.”

Chan kisses his cheek. He intertwines their fingers. “That’s totally fine. I don’t ever doubt our connection because of our connection to her. To me, it just strengthens it. It’s cute, really. You’re a little mama bear.”

Felix’s lips curl into a smile. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. Thank you. I just—she could start walking any day now, y’know and I keep thinking if it happens while I’m not home I will be so sad. I don’t wanna miss it. Sometimes we have to be out of the house but if she makes her first steps tonight, I will kill all three of them with my bare hands.”

Chan laughs, throwing his head back. Felix pinches his arm. “Oh my gosh, I love you.”

“Good.” Felix nuzzles closer again, hugging him. “You have to love me if I kill someone. I gave you a baby. It’s the rules.”

Chan kisses his head. He tastes the hair gel. “I’ll love you no matter what. Forever. We won’t miss her first steps. I wish I could promise you that. But I’m 99% sure we won’t. If we do, they will film it for us. Or I can tell them that if it happens while you’re not home they don’t mention it. Just lie.”

Felix giggles, kissing Chan’s collarbone. “That’s romantic. I like that. Tell them that.”

“Okay, baby.” He pats his ass. “Do you wanna grab some dinner for everyone and go home?”

“Yes, please.”

Felix

When they get home, Byeol is not asleep, even though it’s past her bedtime. Felix would feel upset about it, if he wasn’t on cloud nine because his mate made him cum and then they got some takeout and now they’re back home. He looks at Chan and they both smile.

“Guys, we’re home!” Chan yells.

“What?” Jisung peeks from the living room. “Why? What happened?”

Felix takes the boxes from Chan and kisses his cheek. “Go change your pants.” He whispers and turns to Jisung, getting into the living room. “We wanted to have dinner with you guys instead. What happened here?”

Changbin and Hyunjin are trying their best, but Byeol is not budging. It’s okay, it’s called 8 month sleep regression. Sometimes, they can do everything right and she simply will not fall asleep.

“I don’t know.” Hyunjin is stressed. “We did everything you said, I swear, I promise. I don’t understand.”

Felix leaves all the food on the coffee table and smiles. “It’s okay, I’m not mad. It’s not your fault.” He stretches his arms towards Changbin and breathes out a sigh of relief when his daughter clings to him. “She just needed her eomma to come home, yes? Just needed her eomma and appa to come sing to her.” he kisses her cheek. “Baby just needed her codependent parents to put her to sleep, that’s all.” He looks at Changbin. “Thank you, we appreciate it. Set the table, yeah? We’ll be right back.”

Byeol keeps smiling at him as Felix carries her to their bedroom, where Chan is waiting for them.