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They were just filming a SKZ Code. It was work. Hours of bits and games and playing things up for Stay. They’d done it so many times that Jisung barely had to think anymore while doing it, his reactions automatic, laughter easy and practiced.
But then he saw Minho with the baby.
The baby had been passed around between them all at first, everyone cooing and making ridiculous noises, but it didn’t take long before the tiny hands started reaching for Minho again and again. The baby preferred him. Wanted him.
And Minho, Minho was so good with them.
He bounced the baby easily, murmuring nonsense in that soft voice he rarely used outside the dorm. His smile was small but warm, eyes crinkling in a way that made his whole face gentler. Every now and then he’d glance up at Jisung like he knew he was being watched, amused and fond all at once while the baby grabbed clumsily at his fingers.
Something deep in Jisung’s chest twisted.
By the time filming ended and they were back at the dorm, the feeling hadn’t gone away.
“I want one,” he muttered into Minho’s chest later that night.
Minho shifted beneath him. He had been halfway asleep, one arm loosely around Jisung’s shoulders. The movement made Jisung’s stomach drop.
He’d partly hoped Minho hadn’t heard him.
It was stupid.
They were young. They were idols. They were two men in a relationship that most of the world didn’t even know existed. A baby wasn’t something they could simply have.
But he really did want one.
Watching Minho with the baby earlier had done something to him, something warm and painful and hopeful all at once.
For a long moment Minho didn’t say anything.
Jisung considered pretending he’d fallen asleep.
Then Minho’s fingers slid slowly into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp.
“You’d spoil them,” Minho murmured, voice still rough with sleep.
Jisung let out a weak laugh against his shirt. “You’re not even gonna tell me I’m being ridiculous?”
“You are being ridiculous.”
“Wow. Thanks.”
Minho’s chest moved with a quiet breath beneath him.
“But,” he added after a second, voice softer now, “you’d still be a good dad.”
The words hit Jisung harder than he expected. His throat tightened suddenly.
“They liked you more,” he mumbled. “Did you see that? I tried to hold them and they immediately started looking for you.”
“That’s because you were making that weird voice.”
“It was a baby voice.”
“It sounded like you were choking.”
Jisung huffed, poking Minho’s side.
Minho caught his wrist easily, thumb brushing absentmindedly over Jisung’s pulse.
The room fell quiet again.
“…You really want one?” Minho asked eventually.
Jisung hesitated.
Then he nodded against his chest even though Minho couldn’t see it.
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “Not now. I know we can’t. I’m not stupid.” He swallowed. “But someday.”
The words felt fragile once they were out in the open.
Someday.
Minho didn’t answer right away.
Instead his arm tightened around Jisung, pulling him a little closer.
“Then someday,” Minho said simply.
Jisung blinked. “Hyung…”
Minho pressed a sleepy kiss into his hair.
“We’ll figure it out when we get there,” he murmured.
Jisung stayed very still after that.
Because the thing about Minho was that he didn’t say things he didn’t mean.
And now Jisung couldn’t stop imagining it.
A tiny apartment filled with toys.
Minho standing in the kitchen with a baby on his hip.
A little kid with Minho’s sharp eyes and maybe Jisung’s laugh.
His chest squeezed painfully.
“…You’d be scary as a dad,” Jisung whispered.
Minho snorted softly. “They’d behave.”
“They’d be terrified.”
“Good.”
Jisung laughed quietly into his chest, but his fingers tightened around his waist.
Minho let him hold on.
And somewhere between that moment and sleep finally taking them both, the impossible dream didn’t feel quite so impossible anymore.