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“Hoshi ya, what do I do?” 

Sitting on the edge of the couch, the pregnancy test kit still clutching in his hand, gaze locked on the two pink lines. Hoshi squatted in front of him, with his eyebrows furrowed with concern. 

“Are you going to tell him?” Hoshi held onto Wonwoo’s hands and asked. Their fingers intertwined tightly, trembling with worry that they both tried to suppress. 

“I don’t know… I don’t think it’s the right time. Mingyu’s career… He’s reaching his peak and I don’t want this to bring him down.” Tears started trickling down his cheek and Hoshi wiped them off gently. 

“But both of you have been in the relationship for 4 years. Moreover, Mingyu’s your partner. He needs to know, he needs to take care of you.” Hoshi looked at Wonwoo with a mix of concern and resolve. His voice is soft but urgent. “Wonu ya, you can’t keep this to yourself. You don’t have to go through this alone.” He paused, watching the way Wonwoo’s hands fidgeted and his gaze darting around the room as if looking for an escape. 

“I know, Hoshi. But it’s hard. He has been so busy at work - handling many projects and dealing with many matters. I don’t know if it’s a good time for us to have children. What if we can’t handle the baby? What if the baby is sick? What if…” 

“Wonu, stop. This will only happen if Mingyu is not in the picture. I’m sure he can take responsibility and care of both you and the child. But he needs to know. This is about your future. He needs to be a part of this.” Hoshi looked into Wonwoo’s eyes and said firmly. 

Wonwoo nodded and stood up, before walking into his room to place the pregnancy kit in a box, in the drawer. “I will think about it. But right now, I don’t want anyone to know. It’ll only be you and me who knows about it, okay?” 

Hoshi gave him a tight hug, “Okay. But let me know when you’re ready to tell him and if there’s anything, I am here to help, understand?”

Wonwoo returned the hug and nodded. 

// 

It’s 10 pm and Wonwoo sits on the couch in the living room, eyes staring blankly at the television that’s switched off. With the phone ringing on the other side, he can’t help but feel worried. Mingyu has been very busy at work lately and has returned home later than usual. While he tries not to get upset, he is feeling overwhelmed by the lack of concern from Mingyu and the worries about his pregnancy. 

“Sorry, the number you’ve just dialled is busy at the moment. Please try again later” 

It’s the 5th call that Wonwoo had made and all went unanswered. Looking back at the dinner he had prepared, lying on the dining table, he knew it would be his breakfast/lunch the next day. Rubbing his waist, he stood up and put all the food into the refrigerator before heading to his bedroom to rest. 

“Ding” 

Wonwoo’s phone pinged and a message came in. 

“I’ll be late. Still in a meeting. Don’t wait for me ya.” 

Letting out a sigh, Wonwoo put down his phone and curled up on the empty bed. Soon enough, he had fallen asleep, while grabbing Mingyu’s pillow unknowingly. Being pregnant, sleep hasn’t been easy for Wonwoo. Despite falling asleep easily, he tends to wake up in the middle of the night to use the washroom. 

3 am and he woke up, needing to use the toilet. Upon returning from the toilet, he realised that Mingyu’s side of the bed was still empty. He walked out to the living room and found that Mingyu was nowhere to be found. He tried calling but to no avail. Returning to the bedroom, Wonwoo sat on the bed, thinking what he should do. 

“Should I head to his office? But what if he’s on the way home?” Wonwoo thought. He was deep in his thoughts until he heard the door click. 

“Mingyu!” Wonwoo ran out of the bedroom hastily, only to find that Mingyu was held by somebody familiar. 

“Wonu hyung, Mingyu got drunk from the meeting so I brought him home. He still has a meeting tomorrow morning so please wake him up early.” Minghao placed Mingyu onto the sofa. Before leaving, he looked at Wonwoo, scanning from top to bottom, making Wonwoo feel uneasy. 

“How…? How did you come in?” Wonwoo asked, timidly. 

“Oh, I tried the passcode and found out that it’s still the same - 0406. Anyway, hyung, Mingyu will be busy during this period. So he won’t be able to answer all your calls. Please understand him.” Minghao stared into Wonwoo’s eyes while talking and Wonwoo felt daunting from the stares. He could only nod and watch Minghao give a pat on Mingyu’s head before he left. 

Minghao, Mingyu’s ex who Mingyu is very fond of. During the initial stage of their relationship, Mingyu often brings out what Minghao is like and subconsciously compares Wonwoo to Minghao. Wonwoo was very insecure during that period and it was after a long chat that Mingyu realised how much he was hurting Wonwoo and he stopped. The topic of Minghao had not been brought up for a long period and Mingyu certainly did not mention that both of them are working together. This gave a huge pang to Wonwoo’s heart and he felt so overwhelmed by his emotions that he started tearing. 

“Wonu ya…” Mingyu mumbled in his drunken state and Wonwoo stood rooted to the ground. “Sorry, Wonu ya…” and Mingyu turned to continue sleeping. 

Wonwoo looked at Mingyu’s tired state and felt his heart melt. Despite feeling overwhelmed, he knows he loves Mingyu deeply - too much till it hurts. He hurriedly went to the washroom to grab a towel to clean Mingyu before changing his clothes into something comfortable. He left Mingyu on the couch and sat on the floor while holding onto Mingyu’s hand and falling asleep with his head on the couch. 

*Ring* 

The alarm broke through the quiet atmosphere in the living room and Mingyu opened his eyes. 

“Ahh… My head…” Mingyu rubbed his temple before realising that he was back home and Wonwoo was beside him, head on the couch, fast asleep. Looking at the clock, it’s 8 am and he remembered he is having a meeting with his business partner at 9 am. 

He quickly sat up and carried Wonwoo onto his bed. “You must be so tired that you didn’t even wake up when I carried you. I need to leave for work now. Don’t wait for me alright, I love you.” He wrote a note for Wonwoo and pasted it onto his handphone before getting ready to leave for work. 

Wonwoo didn’t wake up until 10 am and found himself on the bed. Grabbing his phone to call Mingyu, he saw the note that he left and couldn’t help but feel his heart sink even deeper. 

No concerns, no apologies. Nothing. And it’s not helping that his brain is repeating yesterday’s scenario with Minghao. 

“He knows the passcode. He knows that Mingyu doesn’t change.” 

“Why?” 

“Is he with Minghao again?”

“Are they going to stay back late again?”

“Is it only the two of them?”

“Is Mingyu going to get back with him again?”

The last thought struck Wonwoo so badly that he started crying. Tears were just overflowing and streamed down his cheeks. His mind was just clouded with Minghao’s stares and comments, combined with Mingyu’s comparisons from the past. His chest heaved as waves of helplessness washed over him and he couldn’t help but feel small, insignificant in this relationship. The silence of the room only made the moment feel worse. 

Minutes might have turned into hours - time seemed to lose its meaning as he cried uncontrollably. Just as his throat began to feel raw and his mind dizzy with exhaustion, his phone rang. The ringtone cut through his cries and Wonwoo saw on the screen that it was Hoshi. Without thinking, Wonwoo answered with his voice trembling with the last of his tears. 

“Wonwoo, hey, are you okay?” Hoshi’s voice, wrapped with concern, crackled through the phone. 

Wonwoo tried to speak but only choked on his words. He didn’t know how to reply to Hoshi’s question. He couldn’t explain it; he didn’t know what to say. His breath hitched in his throat and Hoshi did not hesitate to say, “I’m coming. Wait for me” and hung up. 

Wonwoo looked at the screen turned dark and stared at his phone. He doesn’t know how long time has passed and he found Hoshi and Jeonghan cuddling him on the bed. 

“Ah right, they have the passcode to my house.” Wonwoo thought. Holding onto the arms that were on his, he cried even louder. Hoshi and Jeonghan did not make any attempt to stop Wonwoo from crying and offered silence and warmth to him. 1 hour passed and Wonwoo managed to calm down. 

Sensing that Wonwoo had stopped crying, Hoshi asked, “Wonwoo ya, what happened?” 

Wonwoo tensed up in their embrace and Jeonghan stroked his back, “Wonu ya, it’s okay. Take deep breaths; we are all here to help you.” 

Slowly, Wonwoo poured out his sorrows and anger can be seen on the two boys’ faces. 

“You meant Minghao is back? And he told you that Mingyu will not answer your calls?! And even entered your house with the passcode?” Hoshi asked and Wonwoo nodded. 

“Wait, have you told Mingyu that you’re pregnant?” Hoshi grabbed onto Wonwoo’s shoulder and asked suddenly. 

“WHAT?! JEON WONWOO, YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” Jeonghan exclaimed and stared at the other two boys. That’s when Wonwoo realised that only Hoshi knew it and he had forgotten to let his other best friend know about it. 

“I just got to know last week…” Wonwoo pulled in his knees and curled himself into a small little ball. 

“Have you gone to the doctor to check? Does Mingyu know? How many weeks are you now?”, Jeonghan fired the questions and Wonwoo just curled himself further. 

“Hyung… He said he doesn’t want to let Mingyu know about it yet because he’s at the peak of his career. I don’t think he had gone to the doctor yet…” Hoshi looked at Wonwoo worriedly while replying to Jeonghan. 

“Oh dear… Okay, you know what, I’ll spare you from my nagging. I’m sure you know what to do but I’m not going to let you be unaware of your little one in you. Let me contact a friend of mine and we will have the check today.” Jeonghan stood up from the bed and called someone. 

“Jun, are you free today? I have a friend who needs to get checked. It’s urgent.” Jeonghan requested. “Okay, great. I’ll be there by then, thanks!” He put down his phone and turned to the remaining two. 

“We are going to Jun’s clinic by 3 pm. It’s 1 pm now. So let’s go for lunch and we will head to the clinic later. I don’t accept rejection.” Jeonghan said firmly and locked his gaze with Wonwoo. 

Wonwoo caved into Jeonghan’s decision and nodded. Hoshi held onto Wonwoo while he went to the washroom to clean his face. Jeonghan got Wonwoo a new set of clothes and both Hoshi and him went out of the room while Wonwoo changed. 

Leaving the house promptly, 3 of them went to the restaurant nearby and ordered their lunch. 

“Wonu, did you have any morning sickness?” Hoshi asked. 

“Not that I know of. But then again, I haven’t been eating well also.” Wonwoo stirred the bowl of porridge in front of him while answering Hoshi. 

“Try to eat a little for now. We’ll listen to what Jun has to say.” Jeonghan replied. The 3 of them ate in silence and headed to the clinic after they were done. 

Reaching the clinic, they were greeted by the soft hum of quiet conversations and the soothing background music. The walls were painted in warm pastel shades of blue and yellow, creating an inviting and calm atmosphere. The reception area was cosy, with comfortable armchairs arranged neatly around the small tables. 

“Good afternoon. How may I help you today?” Kim, the receptionist, asked friendly. 

“I’m Jeonghan, and I’ve called Dr Moon earlier. We are having an appointment at 3 pm.” Jeonghan replied. 

“Oh yes! Dr Moon is waiting for you in Room 7. You can head to the room now.” Kim pointed in the direction of the room and the 3 men thanked her before moving forward. 

*Knock knock*

“Jun!” Jeonghan strides into the room while Wonwoo is holding tightly onto Hoshi’s hands and walks in. 

“Hey Hannie! So who’s the lucky person to get checked?” Jun beamed with delight and looked at the trios. 

“Him.” Jeonghan pointed at Wonwoo, who was looking super stressed up. 

“He said he did a test last week but hasn’t gone to any doctor to check. His partner does not know yet either.” Jeonghan replied on behalf of Wonwoo. 

“Wow. Okay. Let me ask him a few questions before we start the check.” Guiding Wonwoo, they sat around the table that Jun has. 

“I’m Dr Moon, or you can call me Jun. I’m Jeonghan’s junior from Uni, although we are from different faculty. So you did some tests and found out that you are pregnant?” Jun paused to check on Wonwoo’s response. 

“Yeah. Last week Thursday to be exact.” Wonwoo replied. 

“Great. Do you have any symptoms?” Jun asked. 

“Erm, I feel bloated and can’t stomach much food. Felt nausea but haven’t puked that often.” Stroking Hoshi’s knuckles, Wonwoo answered Jun. 

“Alright, let me have my assistant run a blood test for you to find out more,” Jun called in his assistant to run the test. They waited for a while before the assistant came running back with the report. 

“Congratulations Mr Jeon. From the report, you are indeed pregnant and the results indicate that you’re in your first trimester of your pregnancy, and around week 8.” Jun smiled while explaining himself. 

Wonwoo felt his blood run cold and stared blankly at Jun. Hoshi looked at Jeonghan worriedly and Jeonghan could only pat Hoshi’s shoulder. 

Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, Jun said, “Okay. How about you lie on the bed over there so that I can do an ultrasound scan for you? Don’t worry, Hannie and your friend can stay with you.” Jun stood up from his table and guided them to the other section of the room. 

With a heavy heart, Wonwoo walked over to the bed and Jun guided him in lifting his shirt to his chest before applying that cold gel for the scan. Hoshi and Jeonghan stood beside them and watched anxiously. 

*thud thud*

“Hear that? That’s the heartbeat of your baby. Hmm, let’s see…” Jun continues to hover the apparatus over Wonwoo’s abdomen while searching for more information. 

Wonwoo’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat amid its own frantic pace. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, brightening the faces of Hoshi’s and Jeonghan’s. “Wonu ya, you heard that?” Hoshi asked and stood beside Wonwoo while holding onto his hands. 

“Mr Jeon, you got to ensure that you have a regular eating schedule. Try and find out if any types of food make you nauseous and avoid them. If you discover that sour food can help, stick with what works for you.” Jun continued to provide a few more suggestions for Wonwoo but nothing went into his mind. Hoshi and Jeonghan were the ones who were noting down the information on their phones. 

Gripping tightly onto Hoshi’s hands, Wonwoo gradually sat up from the bed and back to the table. The entire experience was too surprising for him to comprehend. The sound of the foetus’ heartbeat was surprising yet in some way, unsettling because it was only then that Wonwoo registered that something precious yet fragile was growing inside him. 

Jun handed Wonwoo a photo and it was the ultrasound scan done earlier. Looking at the small little blob, Wonwoo trembled with tears and burst out of the room. Hoshi gave chase while Jeonghan thanked Jun for his time and ran after the duo. 

Before Wonwoo could cross the road, Hoshi grabbed hold of him and hugged him tightly.

“Hoshi ah, how? What should I do? The baby’s already in week 8, Mingyu doesn’t know. He doesn’t come back now. Minghao is back. What if Mingyu decided to leave me? What if Minghao snatch Mingyu away? What if…” Wonwoo rambled off and started getting anxious while gasping for breaths. 

“Wonwoo, stop. In for 4, out for 4. Breathe.” Hoshi stroked Wonwoo’s back and guided him to regulate his breathing. “We’ll talk about this when we’re back at home. Don’t worry.” Hoshi hugged him tightly and reassured him. Jeonghan came out just in time and patted Wonwoo’s head. 

“Let’s go back first, Wonu. Everything will be fine.” Jeonghan held Wonwoo’s hand and guided him back to the car. 

Before they entered the car, Jeonghan saw from his peripheral vision someone familiar. He turned towards that direction and saw Mingyu and Minghao entering the supermarket next to the clinic. Both of them were walking closely and laughing at the same time. 

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Hoshi asked. 

“Nothing, I thought I saw someone I know,” Jeonghan answered and drove them back home. “Mingyu ah… What are you doing?” 

Will everything be fine?

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“Mingyu, meet me at my house at 6 pm tonight. I don’t take no as an answer.” Jeonghan texted Mingyu this and locked his phone. 

//

After sending Wonwoo home that day, both Jeonghan and Hoshi took hours to calm Wonwoo down and ensure that he had eaten and slept before leaving the house. 

“Hoshi ah, remember just now you asked me what happened?” Jeonghan sat in the car and asked Hoshi. Hoshi nodded and looked at Jeonghan. 

“I… I saw Mingyu and Minghao together.” Jeonghan thought for awhile before stuttering to reply. 

“WHAT?!” Hoshi shouted. Thankfully they were in Jeonghan’s car and nobody can hear how loud Hoshi exclaimed 

“Yeah… they were walking to the supermarket beside the clinic and they… they were laughing. They were smiling as if nothing was bothering Mingyu.” Jeonghan clenched tightly onto the steering wheel and gritted through his reply. 

“What on earth is this Mingyu doing?” Hoshi asked agitatedly. “He told Wonwoo that he was busy with his projects and didn’t even mention that they were working together! I want to smack his head so badly. URGH” Hoshi let out a grunt and flopped back into his seat. 

“I’m going to talk to him,” Jeonghan said, coldly. 

“But hyung, remember to not let him know about Wonwoo’s pregnancy. He doesn’t want him to know.” Hoshi replied eagerly. 

Jeonghan gave a gentle “umm” and drove off. 

// 

6 pm and the doorbell rang. Jeonghan opened the door to see Mingyu standing before him, with his tie hanging on his shoulder. 

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Mingyu flopped himself onto the couch and laid his briefcase on the coffee table. 

“How’s work?” Jeonghan placed two cups of coffee on the table and sat on the right of Mingyu. 

“1 word - hectic. The project is not going well and my proposal has been rejected multiple times. I have to stay back to redo the proposal. Nothing is working well.” Mingyu ruffled his hair while replying. 

“Mmm.” Jeonghan took the cup of coffee and stirred while listening. 

“Hyung, what exactly do you want to talk about?” 

“Minghao”

“Huh?”

“I want to talk about Minghao, Gyu.” 

“Why suddenly about him?” 

“Suddenly? You sure?” 

Mingyu didn’t know what to reply and was about to retort before his phone rang. 

“Hao ah, I’m with Hannie hyung… Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And Mingyu hung up the call. 

“I don’t think it’s suddenly anymore right?”

“I don’t understand, Hyung?”

“I saw you and him the other day.”

“When?” Mingyu started to get worked up and sat up straight. 

“2 days ago, near the supermarket.” 

“Oh… Ya… we went to buy some snacks to replenish the pantry area.” Mingyu laughed guilty, trying to change the topic. 

“Hmm? You’re so busy with work, yet you have the time to head out to buy snacks with him? Shouldn’t this be done by the assistant?” Jeonghan put down his cup and stared at Mingyu. 

“Hyung, where is this going? What are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything. I just want you to know what you’re doing. How long have you not spent time with Wonwoo? How long has it been since you really look at Wonwoo and understand his pain?” 

Mingyu stayed silent. 

“Did you know that he called Hoshi while crying on the very same day you went to the supermarket happily with Minghao, your ex?” Mingyu looked at Jeonghan, with his eyes widened. 

“Crying? Why? What happened? Is he hurt?” Mingyu exclaimed. 

“Why are all these questions directed at me, Gyu? This just shows how you didn’t give concern to him, you know?”

“Hyung, please. What exactly happened?” 

Jeonghan let out a sigh, contemplating what he should say. He knows that by telling Mingyu, things may take a different turn. But for Wonwoo’s relationship, he decided to spill the beans. 

“Few days back you were drunk at work and Wonwoo was waiting for you at home. He called you but you didn’t answer, as usual.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes at him before continuing. 

“Next thing he knows? Minghao keyed the passcode and came through your house door! With you in his arms, he was supporting you and putting you onto the couch. Mind you, all these happened when Wonwoo was waiting for you and watching how Minghao took care of you. Do you know what he told Wonwoo? Want to make a guess?” Jeonghan poked Mingyu’s temple while pouring all the grudges. 

Mingyu shook his head and lowered his head. 

“Hah, he told Wonwoo. He has the guts to tell Wonwoo that you are busy and you won’t be answering his calls! KIM MINGYU YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO LET YOUR EX MEDDLE WITH YOUR CURRENT. HOW DARE YOU!” Jeonghan started hitting Mingyu on his shoulder while scolding him. 

Listening to Jeonghan’s words, Mingyu felt so, so disgraced of his actions. 

“Hyung, I don’t know. I really don’t know…” 

“Of course, you don’t know. How would you know when you’re so fixated on working with your ex? And even allowed him to speak to your partner in such a manner?!” Jeonghan smirked while staring at Mingyu. 

“I… There’s nothing between the two of us. I swear.” Mingyu held his hand and swore. 

“I don’t want you to tell me. You should be telling this to your partner, not me.” Mingyu nodded. 

“I know your work is taking a toll on you. But Wonwoo’s emotions are valid too. You cannot just brush him aside, not answering his calls and ignoring him. You need to talk to him. You need to see how stressed he is. And the fact that Minghao knows your house’s passcode. Please, do something about it. Don’t make Wonwoo feel the way he felt during the initial stage of your relationship. He’s not lesser than Minghao. You need to talk to him, understand?!!!” 

Mingyu listened earnestly and nodded furiously. Not letting him stay for long, Jeonghan chased Mingyu away and instructed him to go straight home. 

//

Wonwoo sat at the dining table, with the untouched meal before him. He poked at his food absentmindedly, stirring the rice around with the tip of the spoon but his stomach churned at the mere thought of eating, and the absence of Mingyu. The door creaked open behind him and he heard the hasty shuffle of footsteps coming right through the hallway and into the kitchen.  

“Wonu ah, I’m home.” Mingyu hurriedly came in and sat beside Wonwoo. 

Wonwoo gave him a half-hearted smile but didn’t respond immediately, still stirring the food. He knew he was happy that Mingyu was back, surprised even. But the thought of his unborn baby, the worry about their future made him lose his appetite even more. 

“Hey, baby. Look at me, please?” Mingyu tapped on Wonwoo’s shoulder and asked Wonwoo to look at him. Reluctantly, Wonwoo turned to look at Mingyu and stared blankly at him. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I know I haven’t been paying attention to you for the past few weeks. I am really sorry.” Mingyu held onto Wonwoo’s hands and stroked his knuckles while saying. Wonwoo’s eyes welled up and the tears were threatening to drop. Mingyu cupped Wonwo’s cheeks and continued, “Jeonghan hyung told me about what happened when Minghao sent me home. I can reassure you that firstly, Minghao and I have nothing going on. We are merely colleagues.” 

At the sound of Minghao’s name, Wonwoo clenched his fists and tears dropped instantly. Mingyu wiped off the tears with his thumb and reassured him, “I swear we are really nothing. Secondly, I chose to use my birthday for the passcode because it’s easy to remember. You mentioned before that you don’t want to make it difficult so I used my birthday. It has nothing to do with Minghao. Lastly, you’re my boyfriend; of course, you can call me anytime you want. I’m busy with work, yes. But you have the right to call me and I will try my best to answer.” 

Silence was observed and Mingyu couldn’t help but feel nervous and worried. 

“Can you… Can you hug me? Please?” Wonwoo trembled as he made his request carefully to Mingyu. Mingyu’s arms wrapped around them, pulling them closer and the warmth of their touch made Wonwoo’s emotions explode. He buried his face in Mingyu’s chest, gasping for air between sobs as the tears soaked into Mingyu’s shirt. The tears flowed freely and unrestrained, as if releasing the emotions that he had buried for the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the tears that came but the fear, the uncertainty, the exhaustion from trying to pretend that he was fine. All of it rushed to the surface in a raw and unrelenting tide. 

Listening to Wonwoo crying in his arms, Mingyu sat frozen for a moment. The sound of Wonwoo’s crying pierced his heart like a knife and it felt like a punch to his gut. He didn’t know that he and his absence had caused so much distress to his boyfriend, and even caused him to be so worried and upset. A wave of guilt crashed over Mingyu and he pulled Wonwoo into the hug tighter. Every sob from Wonwoo felt like a reflection of his own failure to protect their relationship. “I’m so, so sorry”, Mingyu whispered and kissed Wonwoo’s head. 

He continued to rub gentle circles on Wonwoo’s back, trying to offer some comfort. Not knowing how much time had passed, Mingyu just continued to let Wonwoo release his emotions and provide subtle support. “I’m here,” Mingyu said again while comforting Wonwoo. Eventually, Wonwoo fell asleep in Mingyu’s embrace. That night, Wonwoo had the best sleep ever, with Mingyu next to him. 

For the next 1 week, Mingyu miraculously came back in time for dinner and accompanied Wonwoo every night. As Wonwoo’s job does not require him to work in the office but anywhere so long as he has internet access, he practically stays home all day to nurse his discomfort from the pregnancy and prepare dinner for both of them. Wonwoo had not felt so relaxed for a long period of time and he felt that Mingyu had really changed. 

“Wonu ya, how’s everything? Hyung hasn’t been hearing from you…?” Jeonghan turned up at Wonwoo’s house one afternoon suddenly. 

“Hyung!!! Come on in! I’m doing good actually. I should thank you formally because you helped me talk to Mingyu and now, he’s spending more time with me too!” Wonwoo held Jeonghan’s hand and brought him to the couch. 

“Ehehehe that’s great Wonu ya! I’m glad that you’re happy now!! What about the baby? Have you told Mingyu?” 

“I’m planning to tell him at the end of this month since it’s going to be our anniversary too!” 

“That’s great! Let me know how I can help okay!” 

“I will! For now, do you want to have lunch with me today? I’m craving for pasta somehow!” 

“Of course! Why don't we head out to have lunch?! I drove today so we can go anywhere you want!” 

“Yay, that’s great! Can we go to the pasta restaurant near Mingyu’s office? Mingyu brought me there once and oh my gosh, I love the aglio olio so much!” 

“Sure, let’s go! Grab a sweater too!” And off they went to the restaurant. 

Both of them spent a happy afternoon having their lunch in the restaurant. The glow on Wonwoo’s face made Jeonghan’s heart swell and felt that he finally deserved his happiness. However, everything decided to take a sudden turn when they were about to return to the car. 

“Eh Mingyu’s over there!” Wonwoo saw Mingyu heading out of his office and wanted to go up to say hi. However, a car had stopped in front of Mingyu and Wonwoo halted in his steps. “Mmm? Who’s that, Wonu ya?” Jeonghan stood beside Wonwoo and asked. 

“I don’t know too. He didn’t tell me that he’ll be going out for a meeting today.” 

Thinking that it was just a random car, Wonwoo wanted to call out to Mingyu. To his horror, Minghao was the one who stepped out of the car and pulled Mingyu into a tight hug while stroking Mingyu’s head. He then grabbed Mingyu’s briefcase and got him into the car before driving off. 

“It’s Minghao, again…” Wonwoo whispered. 

“Wonu, it’s just colleagues. He had also reassured you, right? Why don’t you call him now and ask him? Hmm?” 

“Oh… Okay…” 

Wonwoo picked up his phone and waited for Mingyu to answer his phone. 

“Oh baby, what’s the matter?” 

“Min ah, where are you?” Wonwoo tried to cover up the tremble in his voice. 

“I’m out for a meeting. I’ll try to be back for dinner tonight okay? But if I’m late, eat your dinner first k? I need to go now, I’m reaching the venue. I love you!” And… he hung up… 

“How? What did he say?”

“He… he’s out for a meeting” Wonwoo paused to stop himself from crying. “He said he might be late for dinner tonight… ”

“I see. At least he didn’t lie to you. He said might be so it’s not a guarantee. Why don’t we go for a walk and grab dinner home instead?” 

“I don’t know, hyung… I don’t know if I have the mood…”

“It’s okay, Wonu. Let’s just go for a walk to clear our minds and we’ll see what to do next okay?” 

Wonwoo nodded and followed Jeonghan back to the mall. 

And the night? Mingyu didn’t return home for dinner, and not even for the next 2 days… Wonwoo called but all Mingyu said was he’s stuck in the office and unable to return home. He apologized to Wonwoo and promised him to be home as soon as possible. 

On the third night, Wonwoo started to feel feverish and developed a serious headache. He felt dizzy, hot and cold at the same time, and the baby was not helping because his entire back felt so sore. Picking up the phone, he called Mingyu but only to receive endless dialling tones. He tried for 5 times before deciding to call Hoshi. 

“Youngie ah, can you come over? I’m feeling super dizzy now.” And the call was cut off before Hoshi said anything. 

Sensing something was weird, Hoshi came over with Jeonghan in less than 10 minutes. Keying the passcode and entering the house felt like something that they had been doing for the past few weeks. “Wonwoo, where are you?” Switching on all the lights in the living room, Hoshi called out to Wonwoo to search for him. 

It wasn't until they walked to the kitchen and realised that Wonwoo had passed out on the floor. Hoshi hurried forward and carried Wonwoo into his bedroom while Jeonghan went to search for the first aid kit. While waiting for the temperature to be read, Hoshi got some towels wet and started sponging him and Jeonghan was calling Mingyu frantically on the phone. 

*beep beep beep*

“38.7! Hyung, he’s having a high fever! What should we do?” 

“Continue to sponge him, I’ll call Jun to come over.” 

Upon Jeonghan’s request, Jun came over in no time and started checking on Wonwoo. “Most likely viral infection and stress. Here are some medicines and make sure he has plenty of fluid. Also, does his partner know about his situation? He’s already in week 10 of the pregnancy and his abdomen is going to swell up soon. He needs tender care.”

“He mentioned that he was going to tell him at the end of the month, which is next week since it’s their anniversary…” Jeonghan answered. Jun nodded and reminded them of some more pointers to take note of before leaving. 

“Hyung, did Mingyu pick up the call?” 

Jeonghan shook his head and looked at Wonwoo who was still sleeping. “Hoshi, you take care of him. I’ll go and find Mingyu.” With that, Jeonghan stormed out of the house and drove to Mingyu’s office. 

Does he not care anymore?

Chapter Text

It’s late at night, 9 pm to be exact. The streets were empty and nobody was at the reception counter. Jeonghan took the lift and went straight to Mingyu’s office. He expected to see Mingyu slogging his life out at his table, busying himself with the proposal that he mentioned but what came to his sight was Mingyu and Minghao huddling together at his table and having supper. 

“KIM MINGYU, YOU ASSHOLE!” Jeonghan stomped towards Mingyu with clenched fists and his face contorted in anger. 

Mingyu, caught off guard by the intensity in Jeonghan’s expression, stood up abruptly from his seat. “Hyung, what are you doing here?” 

“Can’t I be here? Your partner is suffering at home and you’re here, claiming to be working with someone who is just a colleague. But nope, what I see is you spending time with your ex and completely forgotten your unwell partner!” Staring at Minghao, Jeonghan blasted at Mingyu. 

“Jeonghan hyung, we are just taking a break from our project. Mingyu is not wrong.” Minghao stood up and retorted against Jeonghan proudly. 

“Shut up! Doesn’t mean you used to be Mingyu’s ex and I will give a face to you! I’m not talking to you and I expect you to show me some respect when I am speaking to Mingyu.” Jeonghan shouted across. 

“Hyung, Minghao and I are really doing our work. We are just taking a break! And did you say that Wonwoo is unwell? What happened?!!” 

“Seriously, your care for Wonwoo is hilarious. He called you multiple times but you didn’t pick up. What happened? He fainted at home and is having a high fever! Do you understand my frustration now?!!” 

“What?!” Mingyu hurriedly picked up his phone to check but only to find that it’s switched off. “My phone must have gone out of battery. Is he okay now?! Where is he now?”

“What a great excuse you have. Forget it, I’ve already called the doctor and Hoshi is taking care of him right now. So let me ask you, are you going to continue to stay here or to go home with me?” 

“I…” Mingyu pondered. 

“Mingyu, we are supposed to have the conference at 10 pm later and you need to be here.” Minghao looked at Mingyu firmly. 

“I…” 

“Forget it. Now I know who you really are, and how you have always treated Wonwoo. Xu Minghao, know who you are, where you are, and what you are. Kim Mingyu, you better be on your knees when your project is over to seek forgiveness from Wonwoo. Asshole.” And with that, Jeonghan left the scene hurriedly. 

Mingyu slumped back into his chair and ran his hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to shake off the growing tension. 

“Minghao ah, do I really have to be here for the conference?” 

“What do you think? I know you’re worried but Wonwoo hyung already has someone to take care of him. Jeonghan hyung already said that he had a doctor to check on him which means he should be fine. Wonwoo hyung will be fine. You need to complete this project; once we’ve finished, you will be able to get the promotion! Didn’t you want that?” Minghao stood behind Mingyu and placed his hands on Mingyu’s shoulders. 

“I’m just worried for Wonwoo. I haven’t been paying attention to him these few weeks.” 

“Don’t worry, he’ll understand,” Minghao returned to his seat and continued his meal. “But Mingyu ah, are we really over now? Would you say yes if I were to ask you to return to me?” Minghao thought to himself as the night continued… 

// 

Mingyu and Minghao had been dating since they were in university. For the 3 years together, they attended classes, travelled and made wonderful memories with each other. Making friends with Jeonghan and Hoshi was a bonus as they forged strong friendships with one another. The couple thought that that was forever until graduation happened. 

Mingyu decided to pursue his career in the company where he was interning while Minghao chose to continue studying to achieve his Master’s degree in America. Both of them understand that they don’t want to engage in a long-distance relationship and hence decide to end their relationship. They decided to stay as friends and continue supporting each other through different means. 

The very day when Minghao left for America, Mingyu sent him off at the airport and gave him a tight hug before parting ways. Every month, both of them will video call each other and give an update on their lives. They still text each other once in awhile and Minghao never fails to continue loving Mingyu. But Mingyu never knew about it. 

Because 1 year into the separation, Mingyu fell in love with the man in the cafe, where he frequently visited with Hoshi and Jeonghan. Wonwoo, the store manager, donning a pair of black-framed glasses would always smile at the trios while they ordered their drinks. “Usuals for the three of you?” Wonwoo would always remember their orders and prepared them as he asked. 

Sitting at their usual spot, Mingyu would glance at Wonwoo whenever he was at the counter and smiled when they made eye contact. Hoshi and Jeonghan once asked if he was interested in Wonwoo and Mingyu nodded shyly. 

Once, Mingyu came by the cafe alone and Wonwoo was shocked to see him. “Mm? Alone today?” 

“Yeah, Hoshi and Jeonghan hyung are busy tonight.” 

“I see, usual for you?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Mingyu sat at his usual spot and waited for Wonwoo to come by with his drink. He had decided to ask for his phone number today, hence coming alone. 

“Here’s your drink. Enjoy.” Wonwoo was about to leave when Mingyu pulled his hand. “Hmm?”

“Sorry, but I’m just wondering if I can have your phone number? I mean no harm, but I just want to be friends with you if possible.” 

“Hahaha, no worries.” Taking his phone, Wonwoo keyed in his phone number and returned it to Mingyu. “There you go! If there’s nothing else, I’m going to return to work.” 

Holding to his phone, Mingyu’s face lit up with happiness and enjoyed the rest of the evening with his cup of coffee. 

Mingyu would often text Wonwoo and have even gone out for several dinners together. Their interaction is limited to only casual conversations and nothing more; until 6 months later, Mingyu decides to confess. 

“Wonwoo ah, are you free after your shift?”

“Mm? Yup, I am. Why?” 

“Can we head out for dinner?” 

“Okay, sure! Where’s Hoshi and Jeonghan hyung?”

“They are both busy at work. It’ll be the two of us today.” 

“I see. My shift ends at 9 pm, where do I meet you then?”

“I’ll come and fetch you later on.” 

“Okay! See you later, I’ll get back to work now.” 

Mingyu watched Wonwoo return to the counter for his shift while he sat in a corner, sipping his cup of coffee. He thought back to how their friendship was forged and how Wonwoo never failed to laugh at his antics. He enjoys spending time with Wonwoo and realised that he wants to have him by his side. That’s when he realised he was in love with Wonwoo, the warm and gentle Jeon Wonwoo. 

By 9 pm, Wonwoo had clocked out of his shift and stood outside the shop to wait for Mingyu. After a few minutes, a car pulled up in front of him and the car’s window wind down. 

“Hello!” 

“Ah, Mingyu!” 

“Get in the car” Mingyu smiled at Wonwoo while watching him get into the car 

They drove to a restaurant 30 minutes away from the cafe and spent their night talking about everything and anything under the sky. Walking back to the car, Mingyu stopped at the bridge and leaned on the railings. 

“Hmm?”

“Wonwoo ah, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“What do you think of me?” 

“Wow, that’s random. But erm, I felt that you’re a gentleman who takes good care of everyone and also has a great smile!” 

“What do you think of us?”

“Us??” Wonnwoo tilted his head, confused. 

Taking a deep breath, Mingyu held Wonwoo’s hands and said, “Yes, us because I like you. I take good care of people because the person is you. I smiled at people because the person is you. I want to spend time with you and I want to see you smile.” 

A wide smile appeared on Wonwoo’s face and his nose scrunched upon hearing what Mingyu said. 

“Mingyu ah, I…  Am I dreaming?”

“Nope, it’s real. I’m right in front of you, and I’m confessing my love to you.” Mingyu cupped Wonwoo’s hands onto his cheeks and smiled at Wonwoo. “So what do you say?”

“I… I… I like you, too” Wonwoo stuttered while answering Mingyu. “I’ve liked you for awhile now and I thought it’d just be a crush forever…” 

“Wonwoo ah”, Mingyu pulled Wonwoo into his embrace and hugged him tightly. “So that means, you’ll be my boyfriend?” 

Wonwoo nodded in Mingyu’s hug and the smile never disappeared. 

// 

Wonwoo dreamt of that day when Mingyu confessed to him, telling him how he loved taking care of him and making him smile. He woke up with a smile but only to realise that it was just a dream. He couldn’t fathom why everything had changed and didn’t know what he should do. 

With a heavy head and a churning stomach, he ran into the bathroom and squatted in front of the toilet to vomit his guts out. Hoshi then jerked up from his sleep and ran to the toilet to help Wonwoo. 

“Omg Wonwoo, are you okay?” Hoshi took some tissue paper and passed it to Wonwoo to clean his mouth. Wonwoo nodded and stood up with Hoshi as they walked back to the room. Jeonghan came in just in time with a cup of warm water and asked Wonwoo to drink it slowly. 

“How are you feeling?” Jeonghan stroked Wonwoo’s back and asked. 

“My head feels heavy and I’m feeling nauseous. Where’s Mingyu, Hyung?” 

“He’s still at work but he called back just now and checked on you. He said he will try to come back,” Jeonghan replied. Hoshi stared at Jeonghan, knowing that there wasn’t a call at all. Jeonghan looked at Hoshi and shook his head as if telling him to not say a single thing. Hoshi nodded and took the cup from Wonwoo. 

“Oh… Okay…” Wonwoo retreated to his bed and laid under his covers. 

“Take your rest. I’ll get your breakfast ready and call you when it’s done.” Jeonghan said. 

“But your work…” 

“Wonwoo, you come first. We’ve already discussed this with our bosses and agreed to take some time off. It’s okay. Now go and rest.” Hoshi stroked Wonwoo’s hair and reassured him. Wonwoo pulled up his covers and closed his eyes. 

Leaving the room, both of them went into the kitchen to get the meal ready. 

“Hyung, why did you lie to Wonwoo?” Hoshi whispered while heating the meal. 

“Sshh Hoshi. I have no choice. I don’t want Wonwoo to keep thinking that he’s with Minghao so I had to. Just play along and don’t say anything about what I told you yesterday to Wonwoo, understand?” Hoshi remembered how angry Jeonghan was when he returned from Mingyu’s office and spilt everything out yesterday night. 

Hoshi hummed and they got ready in silence. 

//

Few days passed and Wonwoo slowly recovered from the viral infection. However, the nausea did not subside but continued every morning when he woke up. Jeonghan and Hoshi had practically stayed with Wonwoo at this point while Mingyu had called back only once, saying that he was stuck at work. Jeonghan and Hoshi had stayed close to Wonwoo, comforting him and supporting him wherever they could. 

Behind Wonwoo’s back, Jeonghan had been calling Mingyu and demanding him to return home; only to receive disappointment saying that he was busy at work. They quarrelled over the calls and often ended up with Jeonghan hanging up on Mingyu. 

“Hyung, this is so wrong! Mingyu said he’s worried about Wonwoo yet he’s not doing anything. It’s as if he’s not the boyfriend! He doesn’t call back, he doesn’t come back, he doesn’t do anything. Gosh!” Hoshi slammed the bag of groceries on the table upon returning from grocery shopping with Jeonghan. 

“HOSHI! Lower your volume! Wonwoo is sleeping!” Jeonghan went up to cover Hoshi’s mouth and hushed him. 

“Urgh hyung, what should we do?” Hoshi shook off Jeonghan’s hand to continue. 

“Our main focus is now Wonwoo. Let’s not care about what Mingyu is doing. He promised that Minghao is nothing but a colleague and I’m going to take him as that. We can only pray that the busy period will be over soon and Mingyu will come back soon. I’m updating him every day on Wonwoo’s condition and I need your help to be there for Wonwoo. Can you?” 

“Of course I can. I’m just feeling so unworthy for Wonwoo.” Hoshi sighed and continued unpacking. Both of them finished sorting out the groceries and were discussing what to prepare for dinner. But little did they know, Wonwoo had already woken up and heard what both were saying…

Minghao… again?

What are we now? 

Roommates?

Chapter Text

Now knowing that Mingyu is always with Minghao despite Mingyu telling Wonwoo that they are merely colleagues, Wonwoo has already given up hope that he will come back home. He had chosen not to call Mingyu and disregard whatever Mingyu texts. Jeonghan and Hoshi observed the change in Wonwoo and tried asking him but only to get a cold response. 

“Wonu ah, Mingyu said he’s at the last lap of this project and will be able to come back 2 days later!” Hoshi held onto his phone and ran to Wonwoo, who was on the balcony. 

“Mmm, ok.” Wonwoo stared at the potted plant while answering blindly to Hoshi. 

“Are… you okay? Don’t you feel happy that he’s coming back?”

“Happy? I don’t know. His promises had always gone blank and he couldn’t guarantee that he would really come back home.” Wonwoo walked back to the living room and Hoshi signaled to Jeonghan to come over. 

Hearing the conversation, Jeonghan looked at Wonwoo worriedly, “What about the baby? Are you… going to tell him?”

“If I see him? Anyway, the next check is 2 days later too. Maybe you can text him and let him know that I’m having an appointment and see if he can turn up? Although I feel that it won’t happen.” Wonwoo shrugged his shoulders and focused on the television programme. 

Hoshi glanced at Jeonghan, trying to figure out the next move. Jeonghan nodded and he went on to text Mingyu. 

“Gyu, Wonwoo is having a check-up at Clinic Moon, at 6 pm on Friday. Please come.” Pressing the button, Hoshi sent the message to Mingyu only to receive an “Ok” 30 minutes later. 

Looking at Wonwoo on the couch, both Jeonghan and Hoshi could only wish that Mingyu would keep up to his promise and not let Wonwoo down again… 

//

2 days later, Jeonghan drove Wonwoo and Hoshi to Clinic Moon for the check-up after having an early dinner. Wearing a thick padded jacket, Wonwoo’s belly started to get bigger as the baby grew and he found that his actions had become more clumsy than usual. Holding onto Hoshi’s hand, Wonwoo walked up the stairs to the clinic slowly. 

Seeing that it was still Jeonghan and Hoshi accompanying Wonwoo for the appointment, Jun’s expression shifted. “Partner’s absent again?” Jun whispered to Jeonghan while Hoshi got Wonwoo seated on the chair. Jeonghan nodded with sadness in his eyes. 

Jun let out a sigh and started the check for Wonwoo. Getting his weight measured, Jun’s brows furrowed with concern. “Mr Jeon, how’s your appetite? You had dropped a few kgs since the first check-up!” 

“My morning sickness is taking a toll on me. The appearance and smell of food just made me puke. Every day I’m just puking.” Wonwoo laid his head on Hoshi’s shoulder while Jeonghan stood behind Wonwoo. 

“I see… Try sipping on lemonade or ginger tea if possible. It can help curb the nausea.” Wonwoo nodded and Jeonghan wrote down on his phone. 

“Let's see… Your blood pressure seems a little low but not alarming. We shall now have an ultrasound scan and see how much baby has grown.” Jun stood up from his chair and went over to the machine to get ready. 

Hoshi and Jeonghan accompanied Wonwoo to the bed and stood beside him. The same routine happened and while Jun was scanning for the baby, the cold gel sent shivering spells down Wonwoo’s spine. Thinking of the absence of Mingyu in this pregnancy journey, tears started forming in Wonwoo’s eyes. He couldn’t focus on what Jun was saying and was totally lost in his thoughts. It wasn’t until he felt the warmth around his belly that he realised the scan was over and Hoshi was trying to get him up. “Wonu, all is done. Are you okay?”

“Er yeah.” 

“All seems fine, Mr Jeon. I will be prescribing some supplements for you and you can collect them on your way out later. And…” Before Jun could continue, Wonwoo stood up abruptly from the bed. 

“I need to use the washroom urgently. You can let Hannie hyung know what I need to take note of. Hoshi ah, can you get the supplements for me? I’m very urgent right now.” Wonwoo asked. “I will be careful, don’t worry.” Wonwoo knows that both of them are worried for him but he doesn’t want to be viewed as a burden. He then left quickly to the washroom by himself. 

After a few minutes, Wonwoo was done with the washroom and was on the way back to the clinic. From the toilet to the clinic, Wonwoo has to climb the staircase as it is 1 storey below. “It’s just a few flights of stairs. Nothing could happen, right?” Wonwoo thought to himself as he walked back up to the clinic. 

“Jeon Wonwoo.” His name echoed through the staircase lobby and Wonwoo stopped abruptly. He turned to the direction of the sound, trying to identify who was calling him. “Xu Minghao…” Wonwoo muttered under his breath with his eyes widened when he saw that Minghao was the one who called out to him. 

“What... are you doing over here?” Wonwoo asked while grabbing onto the railings. 

“Why do you think I’m here?” Minghao said as he climbed to the same level as Wonwoo with a smirk on his face. 

“Is Mingyu here?” 

“Mingyu… nope. He doesn’t even know that you’re here…” 

“You!!!” Wonwoo shouted at Minghao, trying to assert his dominance. 

“Don’t be naive, Jeon Wonwoo! Mingyu is mine and forever will be mine. You’re just someone for him to pass time while I’m gone. Now that I’m back, I will take back my position.” Taking a step every time he said a word to Wonwoo, Minghao was already in front of Wonwoo. 

“You two had already broken up! Stop dreaming!” Wonwoo took a step back and his back was pressed almost completely against the wall. Minghao is standing too close to Wonwoo’s liking. 

“So what if we have broken up? Mingyu still loves me, and I still love him too. If not, why do you think we’re spending so much time together? Do you really think it’s work? Don’t be stupid.” Minghao continued to taunt Wonwoo. 

“You liar!” Wonwoo shouted back at Minghao but he never flinched. Trying to push Minghao away, Wonwoo lost his balance, causing his body to lurch forward uncontrollably. Next thing he knew, his surroundings were in a blur and everything was spinning. Out of instinct, he shielded his stomach with his arms and curled forward when the fall came to a stop. Laying at the staircase landing, he realised that he had rolled down the stairs and felt a warm gush of liquid flowing down his legs. 

“H…elp me…” He whispered but nobody came to his rescue. He didn’t know how long he had laid on the floor until he heard Hoshi and Jeonghan’s cries. 

“JEON WONWOO!”
“WONWOO!!!” 

And everything went pitch black. 

// 

“Hoshi ah, are you done?” Jeonghan asked while walking out of Jun’s room. 

“Yup, just finished taking all the supplements. Wonwoo has lots to eat for the next couple of weeks.” Hoshi swung the bag of supplements in front of Jeonghan’s face jokingly. 

“Haha, funny. Is Wonwoo back?” Jeonghan pushed the bag away and searched for Wonwoo in the room. 

“Nope, but I think he should be soon.” 

“Okay, let’s go out and wait for him.” Both of them greeted goodbye to Jun and Kim before leaving the clinic. 

As they walked out, they saw a group of people blocking the staircase landing. People were shouting ‘Call the ambulance!”, “Omg he’s pregnant”, “There’s blood!”. Hoshi looked at Jeonghan and both ran to the scene. 

To their horror, they saw Wonwoo lying on the floor, motionlessly with blood staining his light-coloured pants. 

“JEON WONWOO!”
“WONWOO!!!” 

Both of them shouted as they ran towards Wonwoo but Wonwoo was unconscious. Jeonghan shouted to the crowd and said, “Someone call Dr Jun, he’s in Clinic Moon!” Someone must have heard his request because Jun came running frantically in less than a minute. 

“Omg, what’s wrong?” Jun asked. 

“I don’t know. Wonwoo wasn’t back from the toilet so we came out to wait for him. We saw a crowd and we ran over here. What should we do, Jun?! Omg, there’s blood too!” 

“Have you called the ambulance?” 

Someone from the crowd shouted a “YES” and Jun thanked them. For the next few minutes, Jun tried to call Wonwoo but there was no response. Worried that they might further injure him, they did not dare to touch him and Jun monitored his vitals till the paramedics arrived. As Jun’s clinic was not sufficient for major situations like this, they proceeded to the nearby hospital to check on Wonwoo. Jun rode in the ambulance with Wonwoo while Jeonghan and Hoshi drove and followed closely with the ambulance. 

At the hospital, a gurney rushes past, wheels squealing with Wonwoo lying unconscious. His face was pale with streaks of blood trickling down from his forehead, eyes closed and chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Paramedics, with their faces grim and urgent, try to stabilize him as they push him into the A&E. The door swung open with a harsh woosh as they entered and the doctors and nurses were on standby to render care for Wonwoo. As Jun had filled in the details to the paramedics in the ambulance, they were able to provide information to the doctors. Outside the door, Jun, Hoshi and Jeonghan stood anxiously while waiting. Faces filled with anger and concern, Hoshi paced back and forth nervously, while Jeonghan leaned against the wall, with his hands clasped tightly in front of him, jaw clenched in silent worry. 

“Have you tried contacting his partner?” Jun tapped on Jeonghan to ask. 

“Oh right. Yes, I will call him now.” Jeonghan answered. 

Pulling out his phone, Jeonghan called Mingyu but only to receive endless rings. “Damn it, Kim Mingyu! Can you pick up the call?!” Jeonghan growled while the phone continued to get through. 

After a few tries, Mingyu was still uncontactable. Before he could make the next call, the door opened and all 3 of them rushed to the doctor. 

“Family members of Mr Jeon Wonwoo?” 

“Here!” Jeonghan clarified.

“I understand from Dr Moon that Mr Jeon is pregnant, approximately 20 weeks. The foetus is fine despite the heavy bleeding. But we will still need further observations and examination once Mr Jeon wakes up. As for the injury, Mr Jeon had a deep cut on his forehead, causing him to bleed. There’s a bruise along his jawline, and scratches on his arms, back and legs. His right ankle is swollen, possibly sprained from the impact of landing at the bottom. No broken bones were observed too. He is now being transferred to ward 406 as we speak.” 

“Thank you, doctor!” The three of them bowed and thanked the doctor before letting out a huge relief. “Thank goodness he’s fine.” Jun sighed. 

“Jun ah, thank you for your help. We really don’t know what to do if you were not there just now.” 

“Yah, Dr Moon! Thank you so much!!!” 

“Don’t mention! You guys were the ones who stayed for Mr Jeon. I’m so glad nothing serious happened to him. But right now, apart from Mr Jeon, I think you really need to get in touch with his partner.” Jun said solemnly before leaving for his clinic. 

Walking to Wonwoo’s ward, Jeonghan and Hoshi carried a heavy heart in them as they couldn’t get hold of Mingyu. “Hyung, what should we do?” 

“Sigh. I don’t know, Hoshi ya. I really don’t know. I don’t even know why Mingyu is so irresponsible.” Jeonghan stood on the left of Wonwoo while Hoshi sat on the chair, to the right of Wonwoo and watched over him sleeping. Wonwoo had an oxygen mask over his nose and a huge plaster on his forehead. His arms were plastered with various bandages and his right ankle too. In the state of sleep, Wonwoo looked so peaceful, so calm and angelic if Hoshi could use this word on him. 

On the other hand, Jeonghan is filled with anger and guilt clouds his mind. Standing outside the ward, he continued calling Mingyu repeatedly, even if it was left unanswered. Up until a certain point, he remembered that Seungcheol, his ex, was the boss of Mingyu. Without any other options, he dialled the number that was left on his contact list since their break up a few years back. 

“Jeonghan?” 

“Seungcheol ya…” Jeonghan answered timidly. 

“What makes you call me, hmm? Is everything okay?” 

“I’m sorry to call you suddenly and disturb you… I just need your help.” 

“No problem, Hannie”, the sudden use of his nickname by Seungcheol made Jeonghan’s heart skip a beat. “How can I help you?” 

“Mingyu… He’s working for you right?” 

“Yeah, why?” Seungcheol’s tone changed. 

“Can you get hold of him and tell him that his partner is in Aster Hospital, Ward 406? I tried calling him but he just didn’t pick him his phone!” Jeonghan’s tone got higher and Seungcheol realised that he was getting anxious. 

“Sure, Hannie. Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I’ll call you in awhile! Breathe, Hannie!” Seungcheol reassured Jeonghan and hung up the call. 

Jeonghan went back to the room and sat on the chair on the left of Wonwoo. “I’ve called Seungcheol and he said he will get hold of Mingyu.” He told Hoshi about the call and slumped into the chair. 

“Seungcheol hyung? Wasn’t he your ex?” 

“Yeah… I just remembered that he is the boss of Mingyu… I have no choice but to call him.” 

“Hannie hyung ah, you… Are you okay?” 

“I think so… Oh gosh he called me Hannie you know? Urgh” 

“Hahaha, you still couldn’t get over him huh” Hoshi laughed at Jeonghan while Jeonghan sent dagger glares back at Hoshi. “It’s going to be a one-time thing, don’t expect anything,” Jeonghan said. 

“Right right, we shall see” Hoshi mocked Jeonghan’s reactions. 

//

Minghao had never stopped loving Mingyu, even if they were separated. To him, they were separated because of temporary situations. To him, they were meant to rekindle their relationship once he went back to Korea. The video calls and texts were the source of motivation that kept him moving when he was in America.

“Why that smile on your face, Gyu?” Minghao asked during one of their video calls. 

“Hehehehe! Hao ah, I’m feeling so happy right now!” A wide smile stretches across Mingyu’s face, revealing his canine teeth. The corner of his eyes crinkled and his cheeks were slightly raised. 

“What happened? You got promoted?!” 

“Even better! I’m attached!” Mingyu shouted into the device. 

Minghao felt his heart sink upon Mingyu’s confession. His feelings are a tangled mix of shock and sadness; each more painful than the last. The sadness settling like a dull ache in his chest, makes him feel that he’s been left behind. The sense of loss lingered behind the back of his mind, suggesting to him that Mingyu had already moved on. 

“Hao! Did you hear me?” Hao!” 

“Er yeah yeah, I heard you! Congratulations! Your partner must really be a great catch!” Masking his sorrow, he congratulated Mingyu and ended the video call after a few more minutes. 

Lying on his bed, the weight of realization crashed down on him in waves. His body trembled as the first sob rips through him and his face scrunches up in anguish. With his eyes squeezed shut, the tears pour uncontrollably, soaking his pillow and sheets beneath him. Each sob feels like a sharp reminder of how much it hurts to know that Mingyu has moved on, leaving him behind. Throughout the night, his mind keeps replaying the memories he has with Mingyu and intertwines them with images of Mingyu with someone new. 

It was a painful night, and Minghao had lost Mingyu. 

// 

“Minghao ah, where did you go?” Mingyu shouted as he heard Minghao’s footsteps echoing through the hallway, towards the office. 

“Oh.. erm… I went out… erm.. To meet a friend…” Minghao stood with anxiety and hands tightly clasped behind his back, fingers twitching and gripping each other as if trying to hold on to some semblance of control. 

“Woah, you okay? Why do you look so anxious?”

“Nothing of that. I’m just tired. Come, let’s continue with the proposal.” Minghao brushed him away and sat beside him to work. 

10 minutes into the work, Minghao escaped to the toilet, under the disguise of having a stomachache. In the toilet, he ensured that it was locked before dropping onto the floor, into one corner and curling up into a ball. 

“It’s not me. I didn’t push him. He fell on his own accord. It’s his fault, for snatching Mingyu away from me.” He muttered while images of Wonwoo rolling down the stairs were replaying in his mind. 

“I didn’t push him. I didn’t…” He buried his head into his knees and closed his eyes. Not sure how long time had passed, he took deep breaths before standing up to wash his face at the sink. Once he was done, he walked back to the working station and continued working, as if nothing had happened. 

It was 2 hours later that Seungcheol came in, running and shouting. 

“YA KIM MINGYU!” Mingyu and Minghao stopped their discussion and popped their heads up the cubicle. 

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Seungcheol panted while walking towards Mingyu. 

“Hyung! What happened? Why the rush?!” Mingyu held onto Seungcheol and asked. 

“You need to go to Aster Hospital now! Your partner is warded, in ward 406!” Seungcheol pushed Mingyu out of the office and demanded him to leave. 

“Wait! Come again?” Mingyu stopped Seungcheol in action and asked him to repeat himself. 

“Jeonghan called me and said that your partner is warded in Aster Hospital. They couldn’t contact you so he called me.” 

“Did Hyung say what happened?” 

“Nope, but only asked you to hurry. So faster, go!” Mingyu rushed to his car and drove off while Minghao stood rooted to the ground. 

“Minghao!” Seungcheol called out to him but he appeared to be in a trance. “Minghao!” 

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes yes, I am” Minghao sat back in his chair, mind wandering back to the scenario at the staircase. 

// 

Mingyu gripped the steering wheel tightly and his foot pressed down hard on the accelerator, hoping that the car could go as fast as possible. As the building emerged into his line of sight, he quickly swerved the car into the parking lot before sprinting down the corridor, to the reception counter. 

“Sir! How can I help you?” The nurse asked politely. 

“Jeon Wonwoo! My partner Jeon Wonwoo, he’s in Ward 406!” 

“Go straight to the lift and take to level 4, the first room on the right.” The nurse guided him with the directions and watched him running to the lift. 

Instead of the lift, he dashed up the stairs, which were beside the lift lobby and rushed to level 4 as directed. Reaching level 4 in no time, he barged into Ward 406, startling the trios in the room.

“MINGYU!” Jeonghan yelped. 

“What happened?!” Mingyu carefully walked to Wonwoo’s bed and sat on the chair. 

“He rolled down the stairs…” Hoshi answered while unpacking the supper that they bought earlier. 

“HOW?!” Mingyu tried to hold onto Wonwoo’s hand but he shook it off. 

“We just finished the check-up and Wonwoo said he needed to use the washroom. He’s not back after awhile so we went out to check but only to find him lying on the floor bleeding.” Jeonghan walked back to the bed and sat near Wonwoo’s foot. 

“Are you injured, baby?” Wonwoo refused to answer him and looked out of the window.  Looking at the other two men, Mingyu was taken aback by Wonwoo’s coldness. 

“Baby?” 

“Minghao,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Huh? Baby, can you speak louder?” Mingyu leaned closer to Wonwoo, trying to him better. 

Wonwoo pushed him away and shouted, “XU MINGHAO” while staring into Mingyu’s eyes. 

“Wonu ah,” Hoshi tried to stop Wonwoo but Jeonghan stopped him. Together, they retreated to the other corner of the room, not wanting to meddle in their business but not comfortable enough to leave the room to the couple. 

“What… what has Minghao got to do with this?” Mingyu asked cowardly. 

“Hah, what if I said he was there, threatening me to leave you and eventually causing my fall, would you believe me?” Wonwoo said flatly. The silence in the room was unsettling. It lingers in the surroundings, causing everyone to shiver. Wonwoo was the only one who seemed to be unaffected while Hoshi and Jeonghan looked at each other with a surprised expression. 

“What are you saying, Wonu ya? Why would Minghao do that? And he doesn’t even know where you were, how would he find you?” Mingyu stood up straight, trying to reason out with him. 

“So I see now… I’m never the one you trusted. Just like now, the first instinct that you have is that I am accusing him. I understand now. You can go.” Wonwoo’s facial expression matches the coldness in his voice - eyes locked into Mingyu’s but distant, with no flicker of emotion behind them. He then laid down and closed his eyes, withdrawing himself from the drama occurring. 

“Wonwoo, I didn’t accuse you. I don’t mean that. Please, baby. Can we talk properly? Mingyu begged. 

Silence. The tension in the room sliced through the room. Wonwoo continued to ignore him and Mingyu was at his wits end. He continued to talk to Wonwoo but he refused to acknowledge his existence. “Why aren’t you at the check-up today, Mingyu?” Jeonghan walked forward and asked him. 

“What check-up?” Mingyu looked at Jeonghan confused. 

“Hoshi texted you the other day, saying that Wonwoo is having his check-up at Clinic Moon today and you replied ok.” 

“I didn’t receive any message, and certainly did not reply to any of you!” Pulling out his phone, he showed his messages to Jeonghan and indeed there wasn’t a message from Hoshi. 

“Must be Minghao,” Hoshi mumbled. 

“How can it be?! Stop being ridiculous, hyung?! Not everything involves him!” Mingyu huffed. 

“You’re incorrigible. Leave the room and come back only when you thought it through. Now, leave!” Jeonghan pushed Mingyu out of the ward while Mingyu tried to stop but to no avail. 

When the door closed, Hoshi and Jeonghan went up to Wonwoo, only to find him lying at his side and curling up like a ball, trembling, as if fighting to hold back the flood of emotion that was threatening to break free. His lips are pressed together in a tight line, tears were trickling down his eyes. Both of them lay on the bed with him and huddled together, stroking his head, saying, “It’s okay. Let it all out. We’re here.” 

And Wonwoo broke down, letting go of all his emotions.

The night has never felt so lonely and the baby rumbled in Wonwoo’s tummy, unaware of the chaos in the real world. 

You never trusted me. 

Did you really love me?

Chapter Text

Back when Wonwoo first woke up, he was so distraught that Hoshi had to hug him tightly to calm down before he went into a panic attack. 

“My baby! How’s my baby?!” Wonwoo tried to sit up while screaming to know more about his unborn child. 

“Wonu! The baby is fine! Baby is still resting in your tummy, baby is okay!” Hoshi laid down on the bed with Wonwoo and embraced him tightly. Gently stroking his head, Wonwoo slowly calmed down and placed a hand on his growing tummy. 

“Where’s Mingyu? Is he coming?” Wonwoo asked, with tears welled up in his eyes.  

“We’re still contacting him, Hannie hyung is calling. Don’t worry, alright! Doctor said you’re fine but you still have to stay a few days to check on the baby and you. Just lie down and go to sleep, okay?” Hoshi pat his head and hummed a familiar tune for him to fall asleep. 

And that’s when Jeonghan came in, telling him that he had contacted Seungcheol to find Mingyu… 

//

“Now, leave!” was what he last heard before he was pushed out rudely from the ward. Mingyu couldn’t wrap his head around to understand why Minghao had a part to play in this. In his mind, Minghao is always the sweet, lovely boy whom he USED to love. He would never do such a thing, like what the others had mentioned. But, it’s Wonwoo, his beloved boyfriend, who is now injured, how can he not believe him? Torn with his options, he decided to drive back to the office to confront Minghao. 

The drive back to the office was less hectic as compared to earlier. He took his time to clear his mind on the way back and tried to analyse what could have possibly gone wrong. 

“It all started when I was sent back home by Minghao, and the insecurity spiked in Wonwoo upon my repeated absence in our relationship. Jeonghan hyung said that Minghao had told Wonwoo things and it made Wonwoo upset and worried. And now? The text that I didn’t receive? Could it really be Minghao? But my phone was with me all the time!” 

He parked his car just right outside the building and continued to be immersed in his thoughts while walking back to his office. “Wait! Few days back, Minghao was holding onto my phone, saying that the vendor had given me a missed call when I was in the toilet. Could it be…!! Oh gosh, did I really make a big mistake?!!!” 

Hoping that it’s all a misunderstanding, he strode down the corridor and entered the office with a blast. 

*BANG!* 

Seungcheol, who was still sitting in Mingyu’s seat while going through the proposal, flinched and stood up when he heard the door burst open. “Mingyu, what on earth is that?!” 

“Hyung, where’s Minghao?” 

“He went out to get a drink and will be back soon…” Seungcheol answered. “And he’s back. Minghao ah, Mingyu’s finding you.” 

“Mingyu, what’s.. Wrong?” Minghao held onto the cup of tea and walked timidly back to his desk. 

“Were you the one who read my messages and replied to Hoshi about Wonwoo?” Mingyu’s eyes searched for any sign of lying on Minghao’s face. The question was left hanging heavily in the air and Mingyu was waiting impatiently for the answer. “Minghao, I’m asking a question.” 

Minghao stood frozen while his eyes darting around, trying to avoid direct contact with Mingyu. His words seemed to be trapped in his throat, caught behind the wall of shame and guilt. Holding onto his cup of tea, his hand trembled with fear. 

Mingyu walked up to Minghao and shook his shoulder, “XU MINGHAO, ANSWER ME.” 

“Mingyu ah, what..” 

“Hyung, let me settle this, please. It’s important to me.” And Seungcheol kept quiet, retreating to the table far away from the two, silently witnessing the whole ordeal. His hands, hovering over his handphone. 

Minghao’s lips parted briefly but closed again immediately, as if unsure what to say. “I…” A subtle quiver broke through his voice. 

“Were you the one who took my phone and read the message that Hoshi sent me?!” Mingyu started walking towards Minghao and he collapsed onto the chair while the cup of tea slammed onto the desk. 

“Yes, it’s me! I saw the message and I replied Hoshi hyung! What’s the problem?!” Minghao decided to make peace with the decision to speak and blurted out his response. 

“WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?! You went to the clinic that Wonwoo was in, without me knowing, and somehow Wonwoo fell and rolled down the stairs! What exactly happened?!!!” Mingyu’s posture radiated a desperate need for answers. His eyes were wide open, scanning Minghao who was in front of him. His hands trembled slightly, twitching with an unspoken urge to reach out and grip Minghao to give him the clarity that he wanted. 

“Please, Minghao. I really want to know the truth. I beg you.” Mingyu pleads, with no calm in his demeanour. “Please…” He continued, with his voice filled with urgency. 

“We… we were talking and I got too close to him…” Minghao closed his eyes, replaying the scenario in his head. “He tried… He tried to push me away, but… but he lost his balance and… rolled… rolled down the stairs.” Minghao stuttered throughout his confession and didn’t dare to look at Mingyu after. 

“Why…? Why did you go and find him? What did you say to him?” Mingyu’s chest rises and falls in quick succession, tears welling up in his eyes but his voice is filled with anger. 

“BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE TOGETHER WITH HIM SO I TOLD HIM TO LEAVE!” Minghao shouted across the room and stared at Mingyu in his eyes. He clutched onto the handles of his chair with his knuckles turned white and got out of the chair to be of the same eye level as Mingyu. 

“What… Minghao, what is this? We have already broken up! You know that!” 

“You want the breakup, not me! I thought the break-up was just temporary, but you came unannounced that you were attached! How do you think I feel? For your happiness, I could only pretend that I’m happy for you when I’m NOT! And when I got back from America, you were bragging to me how happy you were in the relationship. What can I do? 

I want you back, but you can’t see me. You don’t see how much I’m yearning for you. I tried to talk to you but you were so distant from me. Thankfully for this project, you have no choice but to work with me. So of course I would seize this chance to reignite the spark between us and eliminate whatever is obstructing us. 

But, all I want is for Wonwoo hyung to leave the relationship! I didn’t want to cause him any physical injury! Him rolling down the stairs was just an accident, I swear!” Minghao held onto Mingyu’s hand, trying to explain himself. Clinging onto Mingyu’s arm, his face is drenched with tears and guilt. 

Mingyu’s heart broke into pieces when he heard Minghao’s confession and realised that Wonwoo was not wrong after all. “What else did you do?” Pushing Minghao’s hands away from him, Mingyu pinched his nose and looked towards the ceiling. “Don’t try and lie to me, I want the truth.” 

“I… I rejected all his calls when you were in the meeting. I also replied to the messages that were sent by Hoshi hyung and Jeonghan hyung, saying that you are busy with work. I… That day, when Hoshi hyung sent you the message that Wonwoo hyung would be having an appointment at Clinic Moon, you were in the toilet. I took your phone and replied for you, before deleting it away.” 

“You…” Mingyu glared straight into Minghao’s eyes and reinstated his stance firmly. “We’ve broken up. I’ve already moved on from our past and I’m very happy with Wonwoo hyung right now. In the beginning, because of my immaturity, I kept bringing you up but the intention was to let Wonwoo hyung know that he is not lesser than you. But it had hurt him deeply and I took ages to piece him back.” 

“I’m in love with Wonwoo hyung. He’s the one who I want to spend my life with. You’re my past. Although we had broken up, I always thought that we were doing good as friends. Guess exes really can’t be friends. I have moved on, and I want you to move on. I’m disappointed at your actions, but I’m even more angry at myself, for not trusting Wonwoo hyung.” 

“Xu Minghao, we’re done. I don’t want to see you anymore. I will withdraw from the project as well…” 

“Mingyu, no! You’ve put in heart and soul into this project... You can’t just let it go!” 

“If the success of this project is going to jeopardize my relationship, I would not hesitate to abort it because Wonwoo hyung is so much more important than this.” 

Minghao was taken aback by Mingyu’s decision and he knew at that instant, he lost. He had totally lost Mingyu and he would never stand a chance to be with him again. Taking in a deep breath, he said, “I won’t let you quit. I will withdraw from this project.” 

Mingyu looked at Minghao but did not reject the intention. 

“Okay. I also want you to go to the hospital with me and apologize to Wonwoo hyung. While I have made wrong decisions towards my friendship with you, you had also come with wrong intentions.” Minghao nodded and slumped back onto the chair. 

Turning back to Seungcheol who was standing at the other corner of the room, Mingyu walked towards him, “Hyung, sorry for all the mess. I will be responsible for the project and make sure that everything will still run smoothly despite Minghao’s departure.” 

“Mingyu ah, the project is not of the utmost importance now. We can put it on hold till you have settled the issue. I don’t want this to cloud your mind while working on it.” 

“Thank you, hyung. I’ll sort out all the necessities as soon as possible, and get back to the project.” Seungcheol patted Mingyu’s shoulder and walked out of the office. His hand gripping the phone, connected with the call with Jeonghan… 

“Hannie…” 

// 

*bzzz bzzz*

Jeonghan’s phone vibrated on the table, causing it to tremor. Looking at the screen, it displayed “Seungcheol” and with confusion, he answered the call. Upon listening to the dialogue on the phone, he put the call on loudspeaker, signalling to the other two to listen to it. 

As the conversation went on, Wonwoo’s face went pale as if the weight of Minghao’s words had knocked the breath from his body. His eyes, widened in shock, unable to fully comprehend what he had just heard. His hands instinctively clasp onto Hoshi’s, while trying to ground himself, but the shaking intensifies. 

Hoshi stroked the knuckles of Wonwoo’s hands, trying to soothe him while listening to the conversations. When Minghao talked about him being the one rejecting the calls, Wonwoo felt his chest tighten and a flood of emotions were trying to surge through all at once. His eyes start to gloss over with tears that they can no longer hold back.

When Mingyu spoke about withdrawing from the project, a sob escaped, before getting more desperate and raw. He pressed his hand over to his mouth, trying to muffle the sound but the overwhelming rush of emotion was too powerful to contain. 

“Hannie, did you hear all those?” Seungcheol’s deep voice filled up the room. Hurriedly, Jeonghan placed the phone back to his ear and walked to the window. 

“Yes, Cheol ah. Er, I mean, Seungcheol. Thank you for this. It really meant a lot to Wonwoo.” 

“Don’t thank me. It’s the least I can do to help provide clarity to your friend. Is everything alright over there? Do you need any of my help?” 

“Not really. He’s currently overwhelmed by the truth but he would be fine in no time. Maybe I can contact you if I need your help?” Jeonghan asked carefully. 

“Of course! I will be glad to help you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to work!” 

“It’s already 12 am. Rest early!” 

“Yeap, I know. Don’t worry, rest early too!” 

“Okay, bye!” 

And the call got hung up. 

Looking at the dark screen, there’s a soft, lingering smile on Jeonghan’s face. He stood by the window for a moment, as if reluctant to leave the bubble of joy that just enveloped him. However, the shriek of Wonwoo’s cries burst the bubble and Jeonghan turned back instantly to check on him. 

“Wonu!” Jeonghan climbed up onto Wonwoo’s bed and joined in the hug with Hoshi to calm Wonwoo down. “Wonu ya, breathe. You need to slow down your cries before the baby in you gets upset too. Follow my count okay? 1, 2, 3, 4 and out, 2, 3, 4.” 

They repeated this while Hoshi continued to stroke gentle circles on Wonwoo’s knuckles and back until the loud cries turned into gentle sniffles. Exhausted from the crying, Wonwoo laid his head onto Hoshi’s shoulder and stared blankly into the space. 

“Wonu ya, are you okay?” Hoshi asked. 

“Mmm…” 

“What do you want to do now?” Jeonghan asked. 

“I want to leave.” 

“Leave? To where?” Jeonghan sat up straight and asked. 

“To Japan. Despite knowing the truth now, I think I want to take a step back from this relationship to understand what I really want, what we really hope.” 

“But… your baby…” Hoshi worried. 

“I’ll be fine. Japan has advanced technology for male pregnancies too. Can you keep this a secret?” Wonwoo requested. 

“Were you already planning to leave?” Jeonghan asked. Wonwoo nodded and clenched his hands tightly. Knowing that nothing can change Wonwoo’s mind, both men solemnly said yes and agreed to his suggestion. 

“I want to be discharged by tomorrow morning and leave before Mingyu comes by. Hoshi, can you help me to get clearance from the doctor now? Hannie hyung, can you help me to book a flight ticket to Hokkaido?” 

“We can help you to do all these, you know we will support your decisions. But hyung wants you to keep us two in the loop. No matter where you are, or what you do, we want to have updates. Update every week on you, the baby, and everything. Understand? This is our only request.” 

Wonwoo nodded and promised. “Thank you, hyung. I promise I will update you every week, or even every day. Be prepared to get bombarded by me.” 

“Can’t wait!” 

While Wonwoo lay on his bed, Hoshi went out to the nurse counter, hoping to find the staff to clear Wonwoo’s discharge. The doctor and the nurse had come in multiple times to advise Wonwoo not to do so but with Wonwoo’s adamant attitude, they had no choice but to let Wonwoo discharge by 8 am, tomorrow. At the same time, Jeonghan whipped up his phone and booked a ticket to Hokkaido and the flight is at 10 am. Leaving ample time for Wonwoo to pack up and head to the airport straight as Wonwoo had decided to not take a single thing from their apartment. 

// 

The morning sun beamed through the blinds of the window, removing the darkness in the room. Wonwoo viewed this as a symbol of a new start. He hurriedly packed up whatever he had in the ward and left the hospital together with Hoshi and Jeonghan. Taking the car, Jeonghan drove them to the airport and waited for the flight. 

Jihoon, Hoshi’s boyfriend, appeared at the departure hall in the airport with Wonwoo’s passport and boarding pass. “Wonwoo ah, don’t worry. I will not divulge anything to Mingyu. I just want to make sure that you’re safe. I’ve contacted Seungkwan who is now a gynae in Hokkaido for your future checkups. He has also promised not to say a single thing to Mingyu if he asks. I’ve gotten your accommodation ready, and you’ll know when you’re there! ” 

Wonwoo nodded and hugged Jihoon while saying thanks. “Jihoon ah, thank you so much!!! I will make sure to send you my baby’s photo when I have them.” 

“Hey! Why does only Jihoon have hugs? I want it toooooooo!” Jeonghan whined through his way into the hug and Wonwoo laughed at his ‘performance’. Hoshi also joined in the hug before the announcement echoed through the hall. 

“Flight 717, flying to Hokkaido is now ready for boarding. Passengers who are flying to Hokkaido, kindly make your way to the boarding gate.” 

It was time to part ways and all 4 men were ready to bid farewell. 

It’s not a full stop, but a pause. 

A pause for me to recharge;

A pause for you to rethink.

Chapter Text

Not wanting to disturb Wonwoo in the hospital, Mingyu decided to appear at the hospital at 9 am with Minghao, only to be notified that Wonwoo had already been discharged. 

“What do you mean he’s discharged? He just got warded from an accident and he left today!? Doesn’t he still need examinations?” Mingyu gritted out. 

“Mr Kim, Mr Jeon insisted on getting discharged despite our multiple persuasions. We have no choice but to let him go.” Dr Ahn, the resident doctor for Wonwoo, answered. 

“Then do you know where did he go?” 

“Sorry, we are unsure of this.” 

Mingyu walked out of the hospital dejected, with Minghao carefully followed him behind. 

“Mingyu ah…” 

“I don’t want to see you right now.  Stop following me.” Mingyu retorted and sped up, walking away from Minghao and ignoring his cries behind him. Thinking that Wonwoo might be just nearby, he walked around and constantly scanned his surroundings, hoping to spot him in the crowd. Picking up his phone, he keyed in Wonwoo’s number with his hands trembling but only to receive countless “Sorry, the number dialled is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”. 

The unanswered calls resembled the times when Wonwoo couldn’t get hold of Mingyu and that’s how he is feeling right now. “That’s how you felt when you couldn’t reach me. Hyung, I’m so sorry, can you please answer my call?” He spoke into his phone, praying that Wonwoo would miraculously answer. However, no matter how many times he tried, the calls did not get through. 

Changing his target, he called Jeonghan hyung next but only to receive a cold response. “Hyung, is Wonwoo hyung with you?” Mingyu asked frantically. 

“Well, look who finally decided to call,” Jeonghan said, words dripping with sarcasm. 

“Hyung, please. I’m really sorry and Minghao has told me everything. I really want to see Wonwoo and apologize to him. Please.” Mingyu slumped onto the bench nearby and ruffled his hair in despair. 

“Don’t you think your apologies are a little too late?” 

“Hyung…” 

“Nope, don’t “hyung” me. Time after time you only showed me how irresponsible you are. I am keeping my promise to Wonwoo and I will NOT share anything with you. Finding Wonwoo is your responsibility, not mine.” Jeonghan lashed out at Mingyu curtly and hung on him. 

“Hyung, wait!” But the call ended. Jeonghan, although he seemed calm and composed most of the time, he is extremely protective of his loved ones. For him to react like this, Mingyu must have done something terribly wrong. Knowing nothing will come out from Jeonghan, he decided to call Hoshi but only to receive a “Don’t call me, you asshole!” and the call was cut. 

He rubbed his face with frustration - frustrated at why he didn’t believe in Wonwoo in the beginning; why he wasn’t there for Wonwoo in the first place; and why he thought that work was so important than Wonwoo. Lowering his head, he ruffled his hair and closed his eyes. Images of Wonwoo crying lingered in his mind and his heart pounded with regret. 

Not going to stop finding Wonwoo, he went straight to Hoshi’s dance studio to try his luck. Entering the studio, a bell rang to inform the receptionist that someone had entered. Jihoon stepped out from his mini production studio behind the reception counter, thinking that it could be a visitor. 

“Jihoon hyung!” 

Seeing that it was Mingyu, he let out a sigh and went up to him. “Why are you here?” 

“Is Hoshi hyung here?” 

“Yeah, he’s having class with his students.” 

“When is the class ending?” 

“2 more hours. What do you want?” 

“Wonwoo hyung. Do you know where is he?” 

“Hahaha funny. Aren’t you his boyfriend? Why are you asking me about Wonwoo’s whereabouts?” Jihoon’s voice oozed with mock enthusiasm. It wasn’t anger, but disappointment. Jihoon is aware of Mingyu’s attitude towards Wonwoo and he is so disappointed in Mingyu, right at this moment. 

“Hyung, do you know something?” 

“What would I know? Why don't you tell me? Hmm?” Jihoon crossed his arms, raised one eyebrow and glared at Mingyu.

“Please, can you tell me where is Wonwoo? I really want to see him and apologize.” Jihoon’s rejection stings; the blunt refusal left Mingyu feeling hollow. He felt a wave of bitterness rising in his chest and he couldn’t help but reach out to grab Jihoon’s hands and continue begging. 

“Hyung, please! I’m willing to do anything, please! Hyung…” 

“Let go of my boyfriend’s hand!” Hoshi’s growl could be heard in the entire dance studio. Immediately, Mingyu looked in the direction of Hoshi’s voice and let go of Jihoon’s hands. Hoshi stomped down the corridor and came into the reception counter, with anger. 

“What? You can’t flirt with Minghao, and now you’re here to flirt with my boyfriend too? Hmm?” Hoshi blurted out crudely. 

“It’s not like this, hyung! I just want to know where Wonwoo goes, please! I’m begging you!” Mingyu got louder and more desperate. He started stomping his foot and expressing his desperation but the couple stared at him coldly. 

“Now you know how Wonwoo feels. We’re NOT going to share anything with you, Mingyu. It’s your consequence. It’s on you to figure out. Now, get out of my studio.” Hoshi told Mingyu firmly and pushed him out of the studio. 

Looking back at the studio. Mingyu knew that he had lost everything - friendship, relationship, trust. He knew that all these happened because of his immaturity and irresponsibility. It is now HIS own responsibility to go and look for Wonwoo, by himself. 

Not wanting to give up, Mingyu decided to check places that Wonwoo liked to visit. He first went to the cafe that he used to work in. It was where they started and he thought Wonwoo would find solace in the cafe. But when he went in to ask the barista, he gave a puzzled look and said that Wonwoo did not visit at all. 

He then made his way down to the bookstore where Wonwoo likes to go. He loved the quiet sanctuary of the bookstore and the musty scent of the books created an atmosphere that felt both comforting and exhilarating for Wonwoo. He mentioned to Mingyu before that he enjoys getting lost among the books and the space almost feels like home. However, wandering down all the aisles in the bookstore only disappoints Mingyu when he can’t find a hint of him there. 

His search continued, moving from the bookstore to the BBQ restaurant that they liked to visit during their anniversaries. The familiar sizzle sound of the meat on the grill and the savoury aroma of marinated beef filled the air. Mingyu remembered Wonwoo saying that he loved the ritual of grilling the meat himself and indulging in the various side dishes laid out on the dining table. But, when Mingyu asked the staff if Wonwoo had patronised today, the answer was no and he left the restaurant downhearted once more. 

“Will hyung be at home now?” Thinking of the possibility that Wonwoo might return home, he walked back to his apartment, praying silently. The door creaks as it swings open and he is welcome by silence. As he stepped in, his footsteps echoed on the bare floor, with each sound magnified by the stillness. The house, usually filled with Wonwoo’s typing sound on his laptop, or their conversations is now empty and feels distant and hollow.

He glanced around the familiar space - the couch where they would huddle together during their movie nights; the kitchen where Wonwoo would stay close when Mingyu cooked; the bedroom with all their photos and memories. But today, it’s all void of life, untouched and silent. 

His eyes linger on the little things around - Wonwoo’s favourite jacket draped over the couch; a Nintendo switch decked in the dock and placed on the coffee table; one of his many pairs of glasses lying on the bedside table. But now, all these only amplified the emptiness in Mingyu’s heart and sadness welled up inside him once again. The silence suffocates Mingyu as he crashes onto the couch, overwhelmed by all the emotions that seem to be swallowing him whole. It was then he realised how long he had not stepped into this place he called home. 

The overwhelming tide of emotions in him could no longer be held back. His hands shook and his chest felt like it was caving in under the weight of uncertainty and worry. The desperation to find Wonwoo consumes him. His mind racing, heart pounding with worry - Why won’t anyone tell him? The raw, helpless exhaustion finally broke him. His emotions cracked open and without warning, his tears began to spill down his face. His hands instinctively clutch at his chest, as if trying to hold together the shattered pieces of his heart. 

“Baby, where are you? He chokes out between sobs and his voice breaking. His throat tightened and he reached out to grab the jacket that was on the couch. The smell of Wonwoo still lingers in the jacket and he finds himself wrapping it near his chest, as if Wonwoo is right there, with him. 

He cried into the jacket, feeling lost and his heart aches with the deep fear that he might never find Wonwoo. The tears seemed endless with each sob racking his body harder than the last, until his exhaustion finally overtook him. The pain, frustration, and worry about Wonwoo were combined into a suffocating haze and his head pounded from the weight of it all. He cried until his eyes were swollen and without realizing it, sleep claimed him.

The next morning, the harsh ringing of his phone cut through the fog of his slumber. It was loud, jarring and unwelcomed in the haze of sleep. For a moment, Mingyu simply blinked, disoriented, his mind slow to catch up with reality. The remnants of tears still clung onto his cheeks and the lingering ache in his chest. His hand fumbled for the phone, fingers stiff from the emotional exhaustion, and as he finally lifted it to his ear, the sound of his own voice felt too shaky. 

“Hello?” He croaked, his voice hoarse from crying, still raw from the night before. 

He waited, his heart racing, hoping it would be Wonwoo who was on the line. 

“Don’t hang up on me yet,” Instead of Wonwoo, it was Minghao who called. 

“What do you want?” He asked, tiredly. 

“I’ve already handed all the details for the project to Seungcheol hyung, and I will be leaving Korea today. I’ve also written an apology letter for Wonwoo hyung which I’ve also passed to Seungcheol hyung. I’m really sorry for causing all these to happen and I will not be appearing in front of you. I sincerely hope that you’ll be able to find Wonwoo hyung soon. This will be the last time I’m calling you. Goodbye, Mingyu.” Before Mingyu could say anything, Minghao hung up the call and left a constant calling tone on the phone. 

Mingyu put down his phone and stared at the ceiling. “Goodbye, Minghao” he muttered. 

Sitting up from the couch, he looked around the house and the emptiness lingered in the atmosphere. He walked to the washroom to wash up but realized that one of the drawers near Wonwoo’s computer table was left open. He walked towards it, thinking of closing it but found out that Wonwoo’s passport was missing. 

His breath caught in his throat, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. His body froze for a moment, and the realization hit him like a physical blow. With the passport gone, Mingyu knew that Wonwoo had left the country. 

Tears spilt uncontrollably down his face as he dropped onto the floor. Curling up against the bed, his vision blurred and his breath came in shallow gasps. His cries got louder and filled the room. Each sob tearing at the fragile remnants of his hope. He felt totally lost - the pain of not knowing where Wonwoo had gone, suffocated him even more. 

2 hours into his breakdown, the sound of the doorbell pierced through the chaos in Mingyu’s mind. He jolted up from his couch, thinking if it could be Wonwoo and dashed to open the door. 

“Mingyu, are you okay?” Seungcheol, holding bags of food and drinks, stood in the corridor. 

“Hyung… Come… Come in…” Mingyu’s voice was hoarse and broken, barely able to control the tremble that ran through it. Leading the way, Mingyu returned to the couch and Seungcheol sat on the smaller sofa beside him. 

“How’s everything?” 

“Wonwoo… he’s missing… Hyung, I can’t find him…” Mingyu hugged his head and cowered down on the couch. “I’m scared, hyung,” He started sobbing uncontrollably and leaned back onto the couch. 

“What exactly happened?” Seungcheol asked. Mingyu looked up and took a deep breath before explaining the entire situation. His voice cracked as he began explaining and his hands fumbled with every gesture accompanied. His eyes were red and swollen, face was still streaked with tears. 

“... And Wonwoo left. He… just disappeared. I don’t know where. I’ve searched and asked our friends, but no one is willing to say a thing.” His words faltered again as the worry resurfaced, choking him. “I… I need to find him, hyung.” 

He paused and the silence between them hung heavy. He looked at Seungcheol, expecting a sympathetic gaze or an understanding nod, but he saw only a cold expression. Seungcheol stared blankly at Mingyu, eyes hardening with disappointment. 

“You did what? Mingyu ah, I thought you were much more smarter and mature.” Seungcheol’s voice was sharp, cutting through Mingyu’s chaotic mind. “You could have prevented everything from happening by stating your stance clearly with Minghao right from the beginning, but you didn’t.” 

The words hit Mingyu like a slap, each one leaving a sting deeper than the last. He flinched under Seungcheol’s gaze and guilt was eating him from inside out. He tried explaining but couldn’t find the right word to use, because he knew it was all his fault. 

“Hyung, please… I know it’s all my fault. I really want to find him.” He gripped onto Wonwoo’s jacket, which he placed on the couch earlier. “You said Jeonghan hyung called you the other time. How did you know him? Can you talk to him and ask him again? Please! I’m willing to do anything!” Mingyu, with his hoarse voice, begged and pleaded for help. 

“Sigh. Jeonghan’s my ex, we broke up a few years back. I don’t know if Jeonghan will say anything, but I can try.” Seungcheol’s voice softened as they spoke. 

Mingyu swallowed hard, but the sense of solidarity from Seungcheol gave him the strength to nod. “Thank you hyung, thank you!” he whispered. 

They talked for awhile more until the sun set and Seungcheol left for home. Looking at the mess left behind, Mingyu started clearing out the rubbish and cleaning the house. He left the pair of glasses on the coffee table as if Wonwoo would be coming home anytime soon to use it. Sitting on the couch, he looked at the photo placed beside the television and reminisced about that moment - It’s their 2nd anniversary and they decided to have a photoshoot. Both in white tops and denim bottoms, Wonwoo crouched lower slightly in front of Mingyu and carried Mingyu on his back. Both were smiling brightly and Wonwoo was holding a heart-shaped sequin. Looking into the camera, Mingyu can feel the happiness back then during the photoshoot. 

Hugging the photo frame, he can’t wait to locate Wonwoo and hug him tightly, to announce his love for him. Remembering that moment, he went to the shelf in his bedroom and took out the photo album for this photo shoot. 

Sitting on the floor, the familiar texture of the cover sat on his thigh. His hands trembled slightly as he turned the pages, each one holding memories, memories he’d shared with Wonwoo. 

The first photo was Wonwoo wearing a hat and lowering his head, while Mingyu ruffled the top of the hat. Wonwoo’s lips were pressed into a line while MIngyu smiled widely. This moment was a candid shot because Jeonghan was the photographer. Mingyu’s eyes sparkled with mischief while Wonwoo had a doting look on his face. 

The second photo was them facing each other - Mingyu staring at Wonwoo’s face and his finger hooked onto Wonwoo’s necklace as if pulling him in while Wonwoo closed his eyes as if entrusting his life with Mingyu. With a smile on Wonwoo’s face, Mingyu’s chest tightened as he traced the curve of his smile in the photo, remembering how it had made his heart flutter at the time. 

He continued flipping the album and saw a photo of them in black, looking straight into the camera. Wonwoo, wearing a pair of glasses, was holding a “V” in front of him. The smiles on their faces felt so bittersweet at this very moment as he caressed Wonwoo’s face in the photo. “Wonu ah, I’m so sorry for not trusting you. Where are you?” 

He whispered as he continued to flip through the pages. Pausing on a candid shot where the photo captured a moment of raw intimacy, frozen in time. Mingyu and Wonwoo stood close, faces merely centimetres apart with their foreheads pressing against each other. The light around them was soft, warm as if the world had melted away to focus solely on the two of them at that precious instant. 

He couldn’t stop looking at this photo because in the photo, their eyes were locked onto each other and the intensity of their gaze deepened. It wasn’t just a glance, it was as if their souls were speaking to each other without words - an invisible thread of understanding that only they could feel. It was a photo of a moment when time stopped, where they were entirely present in each other’s presence, bound by their love. 

Tears welled up in his eyes as he flipped to the last few pages. He ran his hands over these glossy photos as if trying to feel Wonwoo’s warmth once again. As he flipped to the last page of the album, there was a new photo that was strange to Mingyu. It doesn’t reflect Mingyu or Wonwoo and it’s black and white. Taking the photo out of the slot, Mingyu stared at it for a long period of time before Wonwoo’s name was reflected in Mingyu’s sight. To the right of the photo, there was a note, written in Wonwoo’s handwriting, saying, “Min, congratulations!” 

“What… What is this?” Mingyu’s voice croaked. 

Mingyu’s hands were shaking as he dialled Jeonghan’s number, his heart hammering hard in his chest. The photo album, still open on his lap, seemed to mock him with its silence and the image of the ultrasound scan staring at him like an unanswered question. 

He picked up his phone with his trembling hands and decided to make a call. The phone rang, and each tone seemed to be stretching out longer than the last. And with every second, the question in his mind grew louder. “Was it true? Was it possible? Why hadn’t anyone mentioned this to me?” 

The ringing stopped and it was silence. 

“Hyung, no. Don’t hang up please, it’s important!” Mingyu shouted into his phone. 

“What do you want?” Jeonghan’s tone shows nothing but annoyance.  

Mingyu swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat for a moment before the question threatened to spill out. “Hyung…” His voice cracked with uncertainty. “Is… Is Wonwoo pregnant?” The words sounded foreign coming from his lips but he needed answers. 

“....” For a moment, there was silence on the other end of the line. Mingyu could feel his pulse racing, the quiet stretching painfully as Jeonghan contemplated on what to answer. “I don’t know what you are saying,” Jeonghan decided to hide the truth from Mingyu as planned. 

Mingyu’s heart sank, the fear deepening in his chest. “I… I found the ultrasound scan, with his name on it. Please, hyung…” His thoughts ran wild, listening to the silence on the other side of the phone. 

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan’s response came finally. “I can’t answer that for you.” 

Mingyu felt his chest tighten as the frustration began to bubble up. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t anybody tell me?!” He asked. His mind was racing and the image of the ultrasound seemed like mocking him with its silence. 

“Because it’s not my place to tell you, Kim Mingyu!” Jeonghan’s words were cold and unyielding. “You should be thinking why is Wonwoo NOT telling you?! You’ve got yourself to blame, and lots to figure out. Don’t drag me into your nonsense!” And the call was hung up. 

Mingyu stood there, with the phone in his ear, feeling the weight of Jeonghan’s words pressing down on him. His hands clenched around the phone, trying to absorb the truth of the conversation. Wonwoo’s silence felt more suffocating than before. “Right… Why didn’t Wonwoo tell me right away? What have I done?!” 

“... having an appointment at Clinic Moon…” This rang in his mind and he remembered what Minghao told him on the day of confrontation. “Right, Clinic Moon. Maybe I can look for Wonwoo’s doctor to have a better understanding.” 

Checking up on the clinic, he realised that it was not open until 10 am the next day. Holding on to the ultrasound scan, he lay in bed, lying on his side and grabbing onto Wonwoo’s pillow. Not knowing what was going to happen tomorrow, he closed his mind and retired for the night unwillingly… 

Am I going to lose you?
I’m sorry, Wonwoo.
Please, come back.
I miss you, Wonwoo.

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The flight from Seoul to Hokkaido takes only 2 hours but the travelling made Wonwoo felt so lethargic. Mainly because of the baby in his tummy that made his back sore, and the prolonged seating caused more pain than ever. Fortunately, Jihoon had it all planned. When the flight landed, staff were waiting patiently outside the plane to provide Wonwoo with a ride to the immigration counter and help to collect all his luggage. Jihoon even called Vernon to fetch Wonwoo from the airport to his accommodation. 

“Hyung!” Vernon shouted and waved when he saw Wonwoo emerging from the arrival gate. 

“Vernon ah! Why are you here?!” Wonwoo was surprised to see this boy, whom he hadn’t been contacting for a few months. 

“Hehe, Jihoon hyung called me. He said you will be staying here for some time and will need some help! So, I’m here!” Vernon paused to see Wonwoo’s reaction and his line of sight happened to pause on Wonwoo’s belly. “Hyung… are you pregnant?!” His eyes opened widely, in surprise. 

“Hahaha, yes! Hyung is pregnant. Last I checked I think I was 20 weeks pregnant?” Wonwoo caressed his belly and encouraged him to say hi to his newborn baby. “Do you want to say hi? Hahaha!” 

 “Oh! Hello little one, I’m Uncle Vernon! Your appa’s friend! Welcome to Hokkaido!” Vernon said excitedly. 

Pushing the luggage cart, Vernon guided Wonwoo to his car and loaded all his belongings into the boot before driving away. Ensuring that Wonwoo was safely buckled, they started driving towards his accommodation. “Hyung, where’s Mingyu if I may ask? You’re pregnant… shouldn’t Mingyu be with you?” Vernon asked cautiously. 

Vernon, although 2 years younger, was also a classmate of Wonwoo’s back in university. Being a genius, he had skipped many grades back when he was schooling and had obtained a degree early in his schooling days. He knew about Wonwoo’s relationship with Mingyu but wasn’t deeply invested in their love journey. 

“Oh erm,” Wonwoo pondered and was debating if he was ready to share. Taking in a deep breath, he placed his hand on his belly and continued, “To be honest, the relationship with Mingyu is kinda rocky at the moment. I will let you know the details when I’m all settled. Right now, the gist of the story is that I’m pregnant but he doesn’t know. I came to Hokkaido to escape from this relationship, hoping that we could think through how to move forward from here. So far only you, Jihoon, Hoshi and Jeonghan hyung know that I’m pregnant. Mingyu doesn’t, and I hope that you don’t tell him anything if he calls you.” 

“Sure, noted!” Vernon replied and went back to driving. Vernon is not someone who likes to dive into people’s matters. He respects their personal lives and privacy and does not probe. 

Looking at the moving scenario of Hokkaido, Wonwoo felt peaceful yet worried. Despite knowing the truth about the entire ordeal, he is still unsure of how Mingyu feels about him, the relationship and even the unborn child. Immersed in his thoughts, his phone vibrated at this moment and it was Jeonghan’s call. 

“Wonwoo ah, have you reached Hokkaido? Have you seen Vernon!?!” Jeonghan asked anxiously as if Wonwoo would be lost amid the chaotic airport. 

“Woah woah woah. Hold up, hyung! Hehehe yes, I’m already in Hokkaido and in Vernon’s car.” Pointing to the phone, he mumbled ‘Jeonghan hyung” to Vernon. “Hello Jeonghan hyung!” Vernon shouted across while driving. 

“Hello, Vernon ah” Jeonghan answered across. Wonwoo giggled at their silly antics, “Hyung! Why didn’t you tell me that Jihoon had planned out everything?!” 

“Of course not. After knowing that you’re going to move there alone, Jihoon makes sure that everything is done for you. We don’t want you to worry about anything. Hehehehe don’t worry, Jihoon is rich…” Jeonghan paused, only to hear a loud “HYUNG I’M NOT RICH! WONWOO AH, DON’T WORRY, JUST ENJOY THE TIME IN HOKKAIDO!” Seems like Jihoon is beside Jeonghan and heard the conversation too. 

Wonwoo laughed at the conversation and said, “Thank you everyone! Jihoon, if you’re listening, thank you so much! Don’t worry, I’ll enjoy the moments in Hokkaido and update you anytime!” 

“We will be worrying, because we can’t be there. But Vernon will be, and he’ll be our little messenger too. So don’t think of hiding from us. Hehehehe! Alright, you should be reaching your new home soon. Get settled and call us again!” Jeonghan replied, warmly. The tone differs drastically from the one he used with Mingyu earlier. 

“Okay, bye hyung!” “Bye, Jeonghan Hyung!” Wonwoo placed the phone nearer to Vernon for him to say bye to. And the call ended. 

Sitting quietly in the passenger seat, both Vernon and Wonwoo are not someone who enjoys having long conversations. The soft hum of the engine is the only sound filling the space between them. Vernon drove with a steady and unhurried rhythm as if ensuring that Wonwoo would not be uncomfortable throughout the ride. 

The soft music playing in the background seemed to float through the air, gentle and soothing. Wonwoo’s gaze loitered back to the changing scenery along the road. The world outside seemed to be in a blur as they passed by - shifting from buildings to open fields, then to the brightly lit sky as it is in the afternoon. Sunny, yet cosy. The passing scene mirrored the calmness inside Wonwoo, after the phone call with Jeonghan.

For a moment, Wonwoo let go of the chaos of thoughts, allowing himself to simply exist in the moment and to be surrounded by the serenity of Hokkaido. The silence was a comfort, not a void to be filled and Wonwoo couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. It was as though, the weight of everything had been left behind and only the present mattered - the soft music, the road and the calm, steady of Vernon beside him. 

As the car pulled to a stop, what came to Wonwoo’s line of sight was a white building, standing gracefully against the lush greenery of Hokkaido’s rolling hills. Its clean, pristine exterior creates a striking contrast with the vibrant blue sky above. Its walls painted a soft, almost ethereal white, reflected the sunlight, giving the building a warm and welcoming glow that stood out without overwhelming the peaceful surroundings. 

On the front, a small wooden porch extended out, with a comfortable swing, under a trellis of climbing vines, with deep green leaves, swaying softly in the light breeze. Surrounding the house was a neat garden, meticulously cared for. Someone must have known Wonwoo’s likings because it’s filled with sunflowers. Standing tall, the sea of golden sunflowers turned towards the sun, basking in the warmth of the afternoon. 

Wonwoo can’t help but to walk towards the garden, and through the rows of sunflowers, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin. He reached out to gently touch the petals of a nearby flower, marvelling at its softness. The sight of the sunflowers, all standing tall and bright, felt like a promise of hope and happiness and it’s what Wonwoo needs right now. 

“Vernon ah, who did this?” He turned back to look at Vernon, finding him unloading all the luggage and placing them on the front porch. 

“Oh! Jihoon hyung. He called, saying to put in things that you like.” He continued to push the luggage into the living room, disappearing from Wonwoo’s sight. Looking back at the sunflowers, Wonwoo’s heart lifted with joy. The simple beauty of the flowers was enough to fill the air with an overwhelming sense of happiness. At that moment, worry and panic have temporarily left Wonwoo and he looks forward to the time that he is going to spend in Hokkaido. 

// 

“Sir, we are unable to divulge any information to you. This is confidential.” Kim, the receptionist of Clinic Moon was adamant towards Mingyu. 

“I am Jeon Wonwoo’s partner. He’s one of your patients, right?” Mingyu leaned over the counter and asked desperately. 

“Yes, he is. And like I said earlier, that’s all I can tell you.” 

“But…”

“Why is it so noisy?!” Jun happened to walk out of his room and saw the heated argument at the front desk. 

“Dr Moon, this is Mr Kim. He claimed that he is the partner of Mr Jeon and wants to know more about his pregnancy.” Kim stood up to explain herself. 

Eyes scanning Mingyu, Jun glared at him and instructed him to enter the room. “Have a seat, Mr Kim.” Jun gestured the seat to Mingyu and he sat down, nervously. Wiping the sweat off his palm on his pants, Mingyu pulled out the ultrasound scan from his pocket and showed Jun. 

“Dr Moon, I’m Mingyu, partner of Jeon Wonwoo. I’m here to find out more about his situation.” 

“Mr Kim huh,” Jun said, “Glad you could finally make it… Even though Mr Jeon is not here today.” 

“I know it sounded like a lame excuse, but… I really didn’t know…” Mingyu tried to explain himself. 

“You didn’t know? He has very bad morning sickness and vomits every time he sees or smells food. From his first check, he hasn’t gained any weight despite the baby growing in him.” Jun paused to retrieve Wonwoo’s documents. 

“We’ve been monitoring his health closely,” Jun continues while flipping through the documents. “But it’s not just about physical health. There’s also the mental and emotional aspect to this pregnancy that requires both of you. When he first did his ultrasound scan, he didn’t seem to be happy. When he first heard the heartbeat of his baby, he cried and ran out of the room. Do you understand how severe the problem is?” 

Mingyu’s throat tightened. He had expected to hear updates but the truth felt like a punch to his gut. 

“He doesn’t look happy at all, during this pregnancy. And it’s dangerous, Mr Kim. He’s already in his second trimester, going to his third in fact. With the recent accident which I hope you are aware of,” Mingyu nodded, “it would have impacted his pregnancy, one way or another.” 

“He’s already in his week 20, going to week 21. It’s just a matter of 4 to 5 more months before the baby is ready to pop. You can’t be there for his past, but I hope you can be for the future.” 

“I… really want to, Dr Moon. I really want to be by his side. I only got to know about his pregnancy yesterday but I can’t verify with either Wonwoo hyung or his friends. I’ve done stupid things and now, Wonwoo hyung has decided to leave me, and even out of Korea,” Mingyu grabbed hold of Jun’s hands and continued, “I really want to take care and protect Wonwoo hyung and the baby. Thank you for telling me so much about them. If they ever call you back, can you please let me know about it too? This is my phone number.” Mingyu then passed him his name card. 

Jun’s eyes widened, upon hearing that Wonwoo was missing. “You meant Mr Jeon is missing?!” 

Mingyu nodded, with tears threatening to fall. 

“I had done stupid things and Wonwoo hyung had decided to leave. Jeonghan hyung and Hoshi hyung had helped him along too. I know they knew where Wonwoo went but they refused to tell me. But I don’t blame them; it’s my fault to begin with. I just hope that if they ever call you, please. Please, let me know about it.” 

Jun gave a gentle “umm” before continuing, “Mr Kim, I’m not going to ask what you have done, but certainly serious enough for Mr Jeon to react in such a manner. I suggest you really spend all hands on deck to look for Mr Jeon because he is in a critical period now. What I can do is to help you keep a lookout. If Mr Jeon calls, I’ll help to keep track of his condition and keep you updated. But in no situation will I leak his whereabouts unless he gives me the permission, do you understand, Mr Kim?” 

Mingyu thanked Jun and left the clinic with a heavy heart. “21 weeks, the baby has been growing for the past 5 months and I didn’t even know about it. What a failed boyfriend I am.” Mingyu thought in his mind while walking towards Seungcheol’s house without realizing it. 

He took out his phone and made a note in his calendar, “4 months from now, the baby will arrive in this world and I don’t even know if he is a boy or a girl.” He muttered. 

*Ding dong*

Seungcheol opened the door, only to find a dishevelled Mingyu standing right outside his house, holding onto his phone and staring blankly at him. “What the… Mingyu ah, what’s wrong!? Come in!” And he pulled Mingyu into the living room. 

Standing in the middle of the living room, Mingyu whispered, “Week 21…” 

“Huh? What did you say?” Seungcheol held 2 bottles of beverages and placed them on his coffee table before turning to look at Mingyu. 

“21 weeks, hyung. Wonwoo… he’s pregnant and it has been already 21 weeks…” He looked at Seungcheol with a hollow ache spreading through his chest. “How could I have not known? For the past 21 weeks! That’s 4 months and I didn’t know a single shit!” Mingyu crumpled onto the floor, only for Seungcheol to grab hold of him and both fell down together. 

“Mingyu ah…” Seungcheol held onto Mingyu’s shoulder and didn’t know what to say.

“For 21 weeks, he has been enduring all the changes alone. He would puke every morning and he couldn’t eat. He had lost so much weight even if the baby is growing in him! But what have I done?! I didn’t believe him, and I even left him ALL ALONE TO SUFFER!” Mingyu started pulling his hair and hitting himself. 

“Mingyu, stop! You’re hurting yourself!” Prying off his hand, Seungcheol restrained him with his arms and legs. “Doing this can’t salvage anything. Yes, you’re upset but is that all you can do? Just sitting here, sulking and getting upset at yourself?” Seungcheol added on. 

“But he left. None of our friends are willing to tell me where he had gone to. I can’t contact him. Hyung, help me, please! Please! I begged you.” Mingyu started getting up to kneel in front of Seungcheol before he pulled him up. 

“Stop it, Kim Mingyu! You know this won’t work!” Seungcheol gave him a hard knock on his head, “Think with your head, not your heart now. Go through every place and country that you think he would have gone to. List down the possibilities and people whom he knows and check with them in person.” 

“I am giving you a week of holiday to sort this out. Whatever outcomes you receive, continue to work on from there. After a week, you will come back to work and be a responsible adult to complete your project, while finding your partner. That’s your consequence. Do you hear me, Kim Mingyu?”

Mingyu wiped away his tears and took a deep breath, “Thank you, hyung. I… I will continue to search for him. Even if it takes me months or even years, I will continue. Thank you…” 

“Mmm. But nonetheless, at least let me congratulate you for having a child. Congratulations Mingyu ah. Although the situation is unfavourable, you are going to be a dad soon. You need to learn to be more responsible and make wise decisions.” Seungcheol patted Mingyu on his shoulders and guided him to the sofa. 

For the rest of the night, both men talked to their hearts’ contents and came out with a plan on how to find Wonwoo… 

// 

“Brrrr, it’s so cold,” Grabbing a sweater from the wardrobe, he wore it and hugged himself tightly while walking to the kitchen. He brewed a cup of coffee, before looking out of the window. 

Hokkaido in September is a pleasant month of exploring. The cooling weather made it easy to manoeuvre around the area and you get to witness the mixture of the greenery and the autumn colour. The trees on the lower slopes start to show their first signs of turning while the field is filled with crops such as corn, and potatoes. It’s so calm that it provides a sense of zen in Wonwoo’s mind. 

“Good morning hyung!” Vernon entered with a loud greeting, hands holding onto packets of groceries and warm food. “Hyung! I got you this week’s groceries and your favourite tteokbokki from a Korean eatery around the corner!” 

Vernon placed the bags on the kitchen island and started unpacking. “Hyung, look. I’ve got you vegetables, some packs of meat - which you need to eat more of them; milk, eggs and this, “ Bringing out from the grocery bag is his favourite instant noodle - buldak. “Buldak!!” 

“Wow, that’s a lot, Nonnie! And are you sure I can eat instant noodles?” 

“Yes! I’ve checked with Seungkwan and he said that you can have it but we got to lessen the chilli paste by A LOT. hehehehe.” Vernon placed the packs of noodles in the cardboard so that Wonwoo could reach them easily. “I know you miss food from home, so I went around looking for them.”

“Thank you, Vernon!! These 2 weeks have been a challenge for me to settle down but you made it better!” Wonwoo gave Vernon a big squishy hug before moving on to eat his tteokbokki. Vernon blushed at the close contact and laughed it off while continue unpacking everything that he had. 

– – – – – – 

Th e first 2 weeks were insane for both Wonwoo and Vernon to begin with - Wonwoo was having a hard time getting used to the change in environment and temperature; while Vernon was struggling to juggle between his work and taking care of Wonwoo. It wasn't until Jihoon, Hoshi and Jeonghan came by and helped to get everything in place. They also stayed for 2 days and guided Vernon in helping Wonwoo with his morning sickness and other pregnancy woes. For those 2 nights, Wonwoo slept in the embrace of Jeonghan and promised himself that he would get up on his feet to become a better person and a capable dad for the little one in his belly. 

 – – – – – – 

To support himself and the baby, Wonwoo found a job in a cafe near his house after a month of exploring the lovely place.

Using a beautiful blend of natural materials, wood-panelled walls and large windows, the cafe exudes a warmth and a cosiness feel for people who step into it. The view is superb where a panoramic view of the lush green fields, distant mountains and leafy trees entering the line of sight. When Wonwoo first entered the cafe, it was the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries that captured his senses. It led him to think back to the days he used to work in his previous cafe. 

“Wonu hyung, are you okay? You seemed to be in a daze?” Seokmin, one of the bosses, tapped on his shoulder to ask. 

“Oh yes yes, I am. Sorry, got distracted by the baby’s kicks.” Wonwoo caressed his big tummy and smiled. 

“How many times have I told you not to stand by the counter? Leave it to Shua hyung to do; you help me to sit by the cake area!” Seokmin flicked Wonwoo’s forehead and pretended to be angry at him. 

“Seokmin ah, please. You know I can’t sit still. Besides, standing for awhile won’t hurt me and the baby. We need to exercise before I can deliver! Ask Joshua hyung if you don’t believe me.” Wonwoo retorted back, playfully. 

“What? What? I heard my name!” Holding onto a tray of freshly baked cakes, Joshua, the other boss of the cafe, walked towards the bickering pair. 

“I am telling Wonwoo hyung to sit by the cake area, but he insists on standing by the counter to serve.” 

“I am telling Seokmin that it’s okay for me to stand for awhile; I need to exercise before delivering.” 

Both of them happened to stand on either side of Joshua and looked at Seokmin with their puppy eyes. “You silly baby. Didn’t you forget what Seungkwan told you earlier? Wonu needs to exercise more.” Wonwoo stuck out his tongue, “Told you so heh” and helped Joshua to lay out the cakes in the refrigerator. 

“Shua hyunggggg, you should stand by me and make sure Wonwoo don’t tire himself!” Seokmin whined at his “loss”. 

“Hello my dear, you should know better yah. Look at Minsoo over there. Remember what Seungkwan said during my pregnancy days too? Hmm? Now, shoo. Don’t disturb me while I have more tarts to bake.” And Joshua pushed Seokmin away before getting lost behind the curtains to the kitchen. 

Oh right, Seokmin and Joshua are married husbands, who own this cafe and have a 4-year-old boy named Minsoo. And yes, Joshua gave birth to their lovely son, who is now running around in the cafe’s playroom. One speciality of this cafe is that it has a playroom for children to play in (with supervision) while the adults are enjoying their time in the cafe, sipping their drinks. 

 “I win, hyung!” and Wonwoo went back to the counter. “How may I help you, sir?” Seokmin looked at both of the two and shook his head while heading back to the kitchen. 

For Wonwoo, everything seems to be changing for good.
For Mingyu, everything seems to spiraling downwards.

Chapter Text

In that span of 1 week, Mingyu went everywhere that he could think of to search for Wonwoo, despite knowing that Wonwoo was not in Korea. He went to look for their common friends once again, only to be shunned by them or treated coldly. He went to all the shops that they often patronised and would stay for hours, hoping for miracles, before leaving his contact details for them to call him if Wonwoo appeared. 

Every day, he would appear in front of Jeonghan’s and Hoshi’s doorsteps, hoping to gain their forgiveness but it never happened. “Kim Mingyu, stop appearing. I’ve said this multiple times and I’m going to say this again. I am not going to tell you where he went. It’s not my call to tell you, but your job to find him and gain his forgiveness. So, stop coming unless Wonwoo has forgiven you!” Both Hoshi and Jeonghan said firmly to Mingyu. 

“The world is so big. Where on earth would you be? Wonu ya, please give me a hint, will you?” Every night, he would return to his apartment, lying on their bed and silently praying. He would flip through the photo albums and scroll through all the photos and videos taken on his phone, regretting every moment that he had caused for the past few months. 

1 week over, and Mingyu returned to his job, with a heavy heart. He forced himself to concentrate on his job, complete the project that was put on hold and stay focused during meetings. After work, he would run to different places where he thinks Wonwoo would be to check on his whereabouts and call people whom he knows to find Wonwoo. He had also called Jun to check but Jun’s only reply was, “Mr Jeon did not reach out to me, I’m sorry.” 

Day after day, week after week, Mingyu couldn’t get hold of any news and he spent his day working and night searching for Wonwoo. Next thing he knew?

*Ping*

Wonu and baby! 

A notification appeared on his screen. Mingyu gripped hold of his phone so tightly and curled up on his bed. “Wonu ah, I hope the delivery is smooth and the baby comes out safely. I hope you’re safe and our friends are taking good care of you. I miss you, and I love you.” Mingyu mumbled as he cried into his pillows, burying all his tears and sorrows. 

// 

“AAHHHHHHHHH” Loud screams could be heard in the labour room while Joshua and Seokmin were waiting anxiously outside the room. 

“He’ll be fine. Seungkwan is in there with him.” Jihoon tried to calm everyone down, including himself. 

Earlier this morning while in the cafe, Wonwoo was about to get ready for his shift when he felt an unmistakable warmth spreading down his legs. Looking down, a puddle of water was formed and he knew his water had just broken. 

Panic struck his heart and he tried to calm himself down. He glanced around the cafe, thankfully there were no customers, and shouted, “JOSHUA HYUNG, SEOKMIN, I’M IN LABOUR!” His hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the counter, trying to take shallow breaths to steady himself as how Seungkwan had taught him during his checks. 

Sounds of frantic footsteps can heard nearing Wonwoo, accompanied by worried Joshua and Seokmin. “Baby, call the ambulance and stay with Wonwoo. I’ll grab the labour bag from his house.” Joshua ran out of the cafe after instructing Seokmin. With an experienced Seokmin, Wonwoo followed his instructions to take slow breaths, following the contraction of his womb.

Thankfully Wonwoo’s house is just a block away from the cafe and Joshua came back in no time. Just then, the paramedics arrived and quickly got Wonwoo to lie down on the stretcher. His breathing became quick and shallow when the contractions began and his face flushed with a mixture of pain and anticipation. 

The ambulance’s siren wailed loudly, cutting through the peaceful afternoon. 

With his mind hazy and foggy with exhaustion, Seokmin placed a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly, “Hyung, you’re doing great. We’re almost there and Seungkwan will be there to help you. Hang in there!” 

Wonwoo squeezed his eyes shut, and his knuckles white as he gripped onto the side of the stretcher, trying to focus on the sound of Seokmin’s. The motion of the ambulance as it sped through the streets somehow made the pressure worse, each bump and turn causing him to gasp in pain. A warm touch on his forehead and legs by Seokmin and Joshua couldn’t calm him much. 

“Mingyu” he mumbled unknowingly, in his state of mind. 

As they pulled up to the hospital, the doors flew open and the paramedics worked together to lift the stretcher. “You can wait outside Operating Theatre 1, Mr Jeon will be there.” One of the paramedics said to the couple and hurriedly pushed Wonwoo into the hallway. 

Within 10 minutes, Joshua and Seokmin had arrived outside Operating Theatre 1, only to see Seungkwan waiting anxiously for them. “Hyung, Wonwoo hyung is in labour now. As per Wonwoo hyung’s decision, Joshua hyung is allowed to consent to the cesarean section surgery on his behalf. The nurse will be handing you the consent form to sign in a minute and once you’ve signed, we will proceed with the surgery. In the meantime, I will get ready for the surgery and please also inform other hyungs to wait outside here when they’ve reached.’’ With that, Seungkwan entered the OT readily while the nurse came by to get Joshua to sign the form. The form was signed and the nurse returned to the OT. 

“Vernon, Wonwoo hyung is in labour. Come to Boram hospital later.” Joshua sent the message to Vernon and received an “Ok” from him shortly after. 

“Jeonghan hyung?! Wonwoo hyung is in labour right now,” Seokmin called Jeonghan, only to receive a high-pitched scream on the other end. “Joshua had already signed the consent form to proceed with the c-section for hyung. We’re in Boram hospital and I’ll update you along the way. Right now, the surgery is just getting started.” 

“Ok, we’re coming now!” and the call got cut. Seokmin looked at Joshua and laughed, “That’s the highest pitch I’ve ever heard coming from Jeonghan hyung.” They smiled and sat on the chair outside the OT to wait for the results. 

1 hour and 30 minutes later, Seungkwan came out of the OT, with sparkles in his eyes, saying, “The baby has arrived and he’s a boy!!!!” Seokmin squealed and hugged Joshua who was smiling widely. 

“How’s Wonwoo?” Joshua asked. 

“He’s fine. Just that he’s still sleeping due to the anesthesia. He’s been transferred to the ward and the baby is having his check as we speak. As of now, don’t worry! Oh right, where are the other hyungs?” Seungkwan answered cheerfully. 

“They are on their way, probably in the aeroplane now. Vernon’s coming later too!” Joshua glanced at Seungkwan and he could see a tinge of redness appearing on Seungkwan’s ear when Vernon’s name was mentioned. 

“Heh someone can’t wait to see Vernon huh” Joshua joked. 

“Oh really? Who? I don’t know. I’m going to check on the baby now, bye!” And Seungkwan returned to the OT, leaving both Joshua and Seokmin laughing. 

// 

The ward was calm, with soft lighting and the occasional sound of the machines clipped on Wonwoo to keep track of his vital signs. As the anesthesia wore off, Wonwoo began to feel the effects of the C-section where a dull and steady pain radiated from his abdomen. Stirring in his sleep, he opened his eyes to see Joshua and Seokmin sitting by his bed, looking at the baby sleeping in the bassinet. 

“Urrrr,” Wonwoo grumbled and startled the couple. 

“Wonwoo, you’re awake! How are you feeling?!” Joshua quickly stepped up to check on him. 

“I’m fine, hyung. Just a little ache in my abdomen. Where’s my baby?” Lying on his bed, Wonwoo looked around to search for his precious little one. 

“Hyung, don’t worry. He’s asleep in the bassinet. I’ll push him near to you, so you can take a look,” and Seokmin pushed the bassinet beside Wonwoo’s bed. 

Joshua propped Wonwoo up on his back gently and Wonwoo was able to hover over the bassinet to take a look at his baby sleeping. Wrapped snugly in a light blue blanket, his small hands were curled into gentle fists, resting near his face. His tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His fine hair, still damp from birth, framed his small, round face which was slightly flushed with the warmth of the room. 

“Is he really my baby?” Wonwoo teared up while looking at his baby, not believing that this little human being had been inside him for the past 10 months. 

“Of course, silly. Now, have you thought of a name for him?” Joshua stroked Wonwoo’s head and answered gently. 

“Dino, Kim Chan. I want him to glow and sparkle in anything that he does.” Wonwoo fixed his gaze on Chan while imagining the future. 

“Hyung ah…” Seokmin looked at Wonwoo and asked warily. 

“Mmm. I know your question. Mingyu’s still his father, and I’m not going to deprive him of this status. Even if he is not here witnessing the growth of the baby, at least he’s going to be the father of Chan legally.” 

“Just admit that you still love Mingyu. What if one day he comes by and sees his son? Are you going to let them meet?” Joshua questioned while getting the painkiller ready for Wonwoo. 

“No doubt I still love him, just that I’m not ready to accept him back. Whether will I let them meet? We leave it to the future.” Wonwoo took the pills from Joshua and swallowed them down. 

“WONWOO!” The door busted open and a bunch of boys ran in frantically. 

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” A loud, high-pitched cry filled up the entire room and Chan’s tiny face was scrunched up in distress. His tiny fists clenched and his legs kicked instinctively as he sought comfort. His face was flushed with his crying. Joshua hurriedly picked Chan up from the bassinet and laid him on Wonwoo’s chest. 

“Soonyoung ah, too loud! Chan was sleeping just now.” Joshua scolded Hoshi who bursted in through the door with other men. 

“Oops, sorry.” Hoshi scratched the back of his neck and apologized while walking into the room. 

“Wonu, how are you?!” Jeonghan rushed to the side of Wonwoo and asked anxiously. 

“I’m okay. I just had the painkillers because the wound is hurting.” Wonwoo gently patted Chan and got him to return to sleep. 

“Good good, rest more. Hoshi, Jihoon and I will be here for the next 2 weeks to help take care of everything.” Jeonghan patted Wonwoo’s shoulder while sitting beside him. Wonwoo nodded while sniffing onto Chan’s hair. 

The sight of Chan’s sleeping peacefully brightened up the room and lightened the atmosphere. “Wonu ya, what’s the name of your baby?” Jihoon asked. 

“Chan, or you can call him Dino.” Wonwoo continued to pat Chan while answering Jihoon and passed Chan back to Joshua to put in the bassinet. “Chan’s going to have Mingyu’s surname as well. Before you ask, my rationale is that as much as my relationship with Mingyu might not be smooth right now, I’m not going to make Chan fatherless and deprive Mingyu from becoming a father.” Leaning back onto the bedrest, Wonwoo announced his decision to the room. 

Everyone looked at one another and knew that Wonwoo’s decision would not be swayed. They respected his decision and silently swore to protect both Wonwoo and Chan. Looking at Chan sleeping in the bassinet, they pray for Chan to grow healthily and Wonwoo to heal fast, both physically and mentally. 

// 

As the saying goes, “It takes a village to raise a child.” 

The first two weeks were smooth because many of them were around to help. Everyone had become the pillar of support for Wonwoo, and he only had to focus on caring for Chan and nursing his wounds. Being a new parent, he learnt from Joshua and Seokmin on Baby 101 - making milk, swaddling Chan, changing diapers, bathing etc. 

The boys also ensured that Wonwoo had everything that he needed and provided emotional reassurance and a source of calm whenever he felt overwhelmed from taking care of Chan. When Wonwoo needed assistance with changing Chan, the boys would step in to help without hesitation, taking on some of the caregiving duties so that Wonwoo could focus on his recovery. Seungkwan has also checked in repeatedly to ensure that Wonwoo is doing well, and has dropped by Wonwoo’s house multiple times to drop vitamins and items for Chan. 

However, Jeonghan, Hoshi and Jihoon are bound to return to Seoul while Joshua, Seokmin, Vernon and Seungkwan have to return to their daily routines. Wonwoo is left alone with Chan most of the time, even when the rest drop by from time to time. 

It was overwhelming for Wonwoo, to be honest. As much as he knows what to do, the stress is too heavy for him. He keeps track of Chan’s feeding routine so he can prepare better; he makes sure that wet tissues, diapers, cream etc are always within reach and replenished so he does not need to worry; he sets a timer for Chan’s bathing time. However prepared he is, he often finds himself awake in the middle of the night, sitting by Chan’s baby cot and staring at him sleeping. 

Throughout the day, he tried to attend to Chan’s needs as fast as he could. However, every time Chan cries, Wonwoo’s heart races with a mix of concern and frustration, unsure of what is needed or how to ease the discomfort. Combining the sleepless nights and the never-ending cycle of feeding and caring for Chan, it had left Wonwoo physically drained and emotionally restless. As much as the boys had checked in on him frequently and ensured that Wonwoo ate, he was still struggling to cope. 

Two weeks into the stress, Wonwoo finally broke down. 

It was 11 pm and Wonwoo was sitting in the bedroom, holding a wailing Chan in his arms. The cries echoed through the room, sharp and frantic, and despite Wonwoo’s best efforts, nothing seemed to comfort Chan. He made sure that Chan was already fed and diapers changed. He also tried rocking back and forth and walking around the room to soothe Chan but the cries only grew louder. Each cry felt like a weight pressing down on his chest, filling him with a deep sense of helplessness. 

Chan’s cries seemed to pierce through him as if mocking him for his failure to calm his son. The exhaustion from the sleepless nights only made everything feel worse. His patience is stretching thin and his mind is foggy. With the constant cries building up, his frustration piled up as he watched the minutes stretch into what felt like hours. 

The cries seemed endless and Wonwoo began to question everything - was something wrong? Did he do something wrong? Doubt flooded his thoughts as the exhaustion mounted and he felt disconnected. Tears welled up in his eyes, not only from the frustration of the situation but also from the profound sense of isolation. 

“Why am I doing this alone? Why isn’t Mingyu here? Why am I the one suffering from all this nonsense?!” Wonwoo’s negative thoughts crept into his mind and he couldn’t help but to blame himself for his shortcomings. 

Stuck in the whirlpool of negative thoughts, he carried Chan and sat on the railing of the balcony. Sitting at 2 storeys high, Chan’s loud wails travelled freely into the wide, open area. The sound seemed to ripple through the air, bouncing off from one surface to another, amplifying his distress. Wonwoo felt his cheeks wet and realised that he was also crying alongside Chan. 

“Enough, Chan! Stop crying! What do you want Appa to do? STOP!” Wonwoo started shouting into the open space and was getting agitated with the cries. He was so immersed in his emotions that he did not realise that his bedroom door was opened hastily, with two people barging into the room. 

“Wonwoo hyung!” It was Seokmin who ran up to him straight and grabbed Wonwoo down from the railing. Wonwoo landed on Seokmin with Chan in his arms, wailing loudly. Joshua carried Chan away from Wonwoo, trying his best to soothe Chan while Seokmin hugged Wonwoo tightly, soothing the distressed father. 

“Mingyu ah, where are you?” Wonwoo broke down in Seokmin’s embrace. “Why am I the one suffering here?” He buried his face into Seokmin’s clothes and let go of his emotions. 

“It’s okay, hyung. Let it out. Let it all out.” Seokmin gently stroked Wonwoo’s back and whispered calming words into Wonwoo’s ears. Not knowing how long the time passed, the sound of Wonwoo’s cries subsided and gentle snores could be heard. “Hyung…” Seokmin nudged Wonwoo gently, only to find that he had fallen asleep. 

Drops of tears could still be seen on Wonwoo’s cheeks and Seokmin wiped them off with his thumb. “I know it’s hard on you. I’m so sorry we couldn’t be there for you.” He patted Wonwoo’s head before changing his posture to stand up and carry Wonwoo back into the bedroom. 

Entering the bedroom, Seokmin realised that Chan had stopped crying and was fast asleep in his little baby cot. Joshua is still standing by the cot, patting Chan on his thigh to sleep. “How is Wonwoo?” Joshua whispered. 

“He fell asleep after crying and was calling out for Mingyu. Baby, how can we help?” Seokmin answered after putting Wonwoo down on the bed. 

“Hmm, how about this? Is either we move into Wonwoo’s house or Wonwoo can move into ours, and we can help to take care of him better? Minsoo can help along too!” Joshua suggested and it seemed like a great idea because Seokmin nodded profusely. 

Looking back at Wonwoo’s sleeping in his bed, the couple decided to stay for the night to ensure that nothing like this happened again. They couldn’t help but shiver at the sight of Wonwoo sitting on the railing dangerously while having Chan crying in his arms. 

//

*20 minutes ago* 

The cafe had closed for the day and Joshua and Seokmin were busy preparing to return home. 

“Hyung, I can’t wait to go home and find Minsoo. Hurry uppppp!!!” Seokmin whined while waiting for Joshua to be done. 

“Aish. I bet Minsoo is having lots of fun with Vernon at home and won’t even realise that you’re not there. Hehehe” Joshua joked, but only to see Seokmin pouting at the counter. 

“Awwh baby. I’m just joking. I’m sure Minsoo misses you too.” Joshua walked up to Seokmin and held his face with his two hands, before giving him a peck on his lips. 

“I’m done, let’s go!” Seokmin smiled brightly upon hearing that from Joshua and linked their arms together after locking the door. They were walking to their car before they heard loud crying coming from the direction of Wonwoo’s house. 

“Hyung, is that Chan crying?” Seokmin asked. 

“Mmm, I think so. It sounds like him and there’s no other newborn in this neighbourhood.” Joshua answered anxiously. “Chan’s cries shouldn’t be this loud.” And they stopped in their tracks to look around. 

“Something’s weird. Baby, call Vernon and tell him we will be late. I’ll try calling Wonwoo.” Joshua grabbed Seokmin’s hand and started running towards Wonwoo’s house. Thankfully, Wonwoo’s house is just 1 block away from the cafe and they have the password to his house. 

Wonwoo’s phone was left unanswered and by the time they reached the house, all they could hear was just Chan’s wailing and Wonwoo’s shouting at the top of his lungs. Joshua quickly keyed in the password and Seokmin ran straight towards the direction of the commotion. 

The sight of Wonwoo sitting on the railing on the balcony left them a traumatic scare. Seokmin didn’t bother thinking and went straight up to grab Wonwoo down while Joshua carried the wailing baby away - each to settle one party at a time… 

// 

Ensuring that both Wonwoo and Chan were deep asleep, they left the bedroom door open before sitting on the couch in the living room. “I’ve already texted Vernon that we will be staying at Wonu hyung’s house today and he will help us take care of Minsoo.” Joshua nodded at Seokmin’s words before making a phone call. 

“Hey, sorry to call at this time, Seungkwan. But are you free right now?” After a pause, Joshua continued, “Great, can you come to Wonwoo’s house when you’re done? We kinda have a situation here… Yeah, great. See you in a bit.” Hanging up the call, they flopped back onto the couch and waited for Seungkwan. 

Seokmin knew why Joshua had to call for Seungkwan - Joshua experienced the same situation as Wonwoo after Minsoo was born and he could understand how Wonwoo was feeling. 

“Baby, can you send a text in a group chat - the one without Wonwoo, and inform the rest of the boys about this?” Seokmin nodded at Joshua’s request and left a voice note in the chat group instead. 

Waiting quietly on the couch, Joshua placed his head on Seokmin’s shoulder while holding onto Seokmin’s hand. Seokmin stroked the knuckles of Joshua as if to reassure him that everything would be fine. 

But will everything, really, be fine?

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Min: *voice note* 

11:30 pm

Jeonghan: Is Wonwoo okay now? How is he?!!!

                                                                        11:32 pm

Vernon: No wonder you called to stay at hyung’s house… 

                                                                                    11:32 pm

Jihoon: Please tell me he’s all calmed down now. 

           Hoshi is already crying beside me. 

                                                                        11:35 pm

Jeonghan: Josh? Seokmin ah? 

                                    11:45 pm

Jeonghan: hello?!!! 

                        11:50 pm

Min: Sorry, Seungkwan came over and

we were talking about this

12:15 am

Min: Hyung is fine now, and he’s asleep.

12:15 am

Min: Seungkwan said that Wonwoo hyung 

might be experiencing post-natal

depression but needs more observation

12:20 am

Min: For now, Joshua hyung and I have decided

to wait for Wonwoo hyung to wake up and 

decide if he wants us to stay here or move in with us

12:23 am

Jeonghan: Okay, thank you for taking care of him. 

                We will try our best to fly over and help 

                out as well

                                                           12:30 am

Jeonghan: Let us know how we can help 

                                                            12:30 am

Min: Okay, we’ll update you guys again

12:35 am

Seungkwan came and decided to stay back to ensure that Wonwoo was fine. All 3 men, sat in different corners in the living room and closed their eyes to take a quick nap before Chan decided to wake up for his midnight drink. 

As if on call, Chan started sobbing and crying 2 hours into the night. Joshua, being an experienced parent, quickly shot up from the couch and carried Chan to the kitchen to prepare his milk. It must have been too tiring for Wonwoo that he did not get disturbed by Chan’s cries and continued sleeping. 

Not wanting to disturb Wonwoo further, Joshua quickly prepared the milk and fed Chan in the dining area, where Seokmin came in at some point. “Baby, everything okay?” Seokmin walked in while rubbing his eyes. 

“Mmm. It’s just Chan’s feeding time.” 

“Okay, his next feeding time should be another 2 hours right?” 

Joshua nodded and focused on feeding Chan. Cradling gently in Joshua’s arms, Chan latched onto the bottle while his tiny hands rested against the soft fabric of Joshua’s shirt. His eyes were wide, focusing intently on the bottle as he suckled, each small movement of his mouth was a reminder of his instinct. 

Watching with soft, adoring eyes, Joshua couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Reminds me of how Minsoo was as small as Chan,” Joshua whispered. 

“It seems like yesterday when Minsoo was just born, and now he’s 4 and we have a newborn baby in the group,” Seokmin answered while inserting his index finger into Chan’s palm and watching how Chan grabbed onto his finger. 

The entire house is quiet, except for the suckling sound from Chan and the peacefulness wrapped around the trios like a warm blanket, as Chan continued to drink, completely unaware of the chaos earlier on. When Chan was done drinking, Joshua stroked his back and Chan gave a good burp before putting him back into his cot to pat him to sleep. 

This continued two more times before the sun rose and each time when Chan cried, Seokmin, Joshua and Seungkwan took turns preparing the milk and fed Chan. Looking at Chan sleeping peacefully in the cot, all 3 men’s hearts returned to their places after the ordeal earlier on. 

As sunlight shines into the house, an alarm blasted through the silence and Wonwoo jerked up from his sleep. He switched off the alarm and looked around, only to realise that the door was open and his friends were in the living room. Getting up from his bed, he dragged his feet to the living room with his messy hair. 

“Hyung?” Wonwoo called out as Joshua was holding Chan in his arms, gently swaying side to side. 

“Mmm?” Joshua looked up and saw that Wonwoo was standing beside him. “Oh, you’re awake! How are you feeling now?” 

“Why are you guys here?” Wonwoo looked around and saw Seungkwan and Seokmin still dozing off on the couch. 

“Hmm… do you remember what happened yesterday?” 

“I only remember Chan crying nonstop and nothing after…” Caressing the cheeks of Chan’s, Wonwoo gave a little peck on his forehead. 

“You… scared everyone, Wonu ya. You were sitting on the railing of your balcony and screaming at Chan because he can’t stop crying…” Joshua patted Wonwoo’s shoulder while returning Chan to Wonwoo’s arms. 

“I… sat on the railing? I don’t remember any of this!” He tugged Chan closer onto his chest and sniffed Chan’s head. 

“Don’t worry about this. Seungkwan said it could just be temporary because you were too overwhelmed. So it leaves us to my next question.” Wonwoo followed Joshua to the dining area and sat down. “Seok and I were thinking of having either you move in with us or we move into yours, so we can take care of one another.” 

Wonwoo’s eyes widened and before he could say anything, Joshua continued, “We don’t want yesterday’s incident to repeat itself. We are here to help, and we want to help. Plus, if you choose for us to move into yours, it’s even nearer to the cafe and it won’t hinder the business as well.” 

“I thought I could handle Chan all by myself. I am very grateful for the help and assistance that I’ve received from everyone, but I thought I could also do it. All I remember is Chan crying non-stop and I was so stressed by it.” Wonwoo looked at Chan’s sleeping face and patted his butt. 

“I don’t know how to handle it anymore. I love Chan, but I am so tired. And I’m scared. I’m scared that whatever you told me will happen again…” 

“That’s why we are here, and we want to be by your side.” Joshua walked over to Wonwoo and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “We’re your family in Hokkaido and we want to help. Can you let us help?” 

Wonwoo looked at Joshua and Chan and nodded his head, after taking a deep breath. “Is it okay for you guys to move in instead? I don’t want to experience another change again.” 

“Of course, hyung!” Seokmin strutted down the hallway into the dining area and leaned on Joshua. “We would love to move in with you, I can also bring Minsoo around and he will be our little brother for Chan!”

Wonwoo smiled at the thought of it and whispered, “Thank you” before returning to the bedroom to place Chan in the baby cot. “Thank goodness he’s fine, baby” Joshua turned around to peck Seokmin on the cheek. 

“Yeah, let me inform the rest in the chat group and wake Seungkwan up!” Seokmin returned the peck and went back to the living room. 

“BOO SEUNGKWAN, WAKE UPPPPP!” Seungkwan sat up straight away, with his eyes scanning around. “What? What?!! Everything okay?!” He asked. 

“Yeah yeah, don’t worry! Wonwoo hyung had already woken up and he agreed for us to move in with him.” Seokmin sat down beside him. 

“Phew that’s great!” Seungkwan side-eyed Seokmin for shaking him up and it made Seokmin burst out laughing. “Hyung ah… you’re up. Sit down and let me tell you what you need to do for now.” 

Wonwoo sat beside Seungkwan and listened attentively to Seungkwan’s advice while Seokmin and Joshua went to the bedroom to check on Chan. 

Min: Wonwoo hyung woke up but he didn’t 

remember anything

8 am

Min: We spoke to him and he agreed for us to

move in with him

8:01 am

Jeonghan: Thankfully!!! Thank you so much

                 for being there for him. We really

                 appreciate it. 

                                                          8:10 am 

Joshua: Don’t mention it. We’re glad to help

8:15 am

Jeonghan: How is he now?

                                                            8:16 am

Min: He seems fine.

8:20 am

Min: Right now, Seungkwan is telling him 

things that he needs to take note of 

8:22 am

Jeonghan: Okay, that’s good. We might drop

                 by the end of the month to visit!

                                                            8:30 am

Min: Yeah! That’s great! Let us know when 

you’re coming!

8:32 am 

//

For the next 2 days, Joshua and Seokmin were busy shifting stuff from their house to Wonwoo’s. They made sure that at every point in time, there was one of them with Wonwoo and when they observe him being stressed, they will take over the chores and get him to rest. Jeonghan, Jihoon and Hoshi had also dropped by a few days later to visit Wonwoo and Chan. Vernon brought Minsoo to Wonwoo’s house and introduced Chan to Minsoo, who promised to help take care of the little one. 

Wonwoo took the time to unlearn and relearn how to handle Chan and his own emotions. He learnt how to lean on his friends and realised that he didn’t always need to have everything together. It was okay to admit that he was struggling, that he was exhausted, and that he needed a break. 

Each time he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to share his fears and frustrations, he felt a little less alone and a little braver. It did not make everything easier but it helped to make the weight of parenthood feel more manageable. He is thankful for everyone around him - for supporting him, helping him and walking through this journey with him. He knows that even though he is going to be a single parent, for god knows how long, he won’t have to walk alone. 

Day by day, Wonwoo is getting the hang of it being Chan’s Appa. Witnessing the growth and development of Chan made Wonwoo’s heart swell up. He no longer feels the overwhelming emotions and stress, but rather knows how to view them from another perspective. 

After a month of adapting, Joshua and Seokmin have decided to move back to their own home, leaving Wonwoo to take care of Chan. They made him promise to contact them whenever he needs help and Wonwoo promised. Sure, they were worried but they were also proud to witness how Wonwoo had bloomed in being a parent for Chan. 

4 months into delivering Chan, Wonwoo had returned to working in the cafe. He didn’t want Chan to be at home while he was working and thus, he suggested bringing Chan to the cafe. Joshua had also created a play area for infants and added a baby cot and playmats. He had also hired a nanny to help take care of Chan when he was working. 

The playroom is right beside the counter, and every time Wonwoo walked to the counter, he could observe Chan either sleeping in the cot or having his tummy time on the play mat with the nanny. When he was having his break, he would accompany Chan in the playroom and interact with his precious baby. 

All is going well and Chan is hitting all the developmental milestones on the checklist. 

“Hyung, Chan is doing very well! Thanks to you, he is developing very healthily!” Seungkwan pointed at Chan’s documents during Chan’s developmental screening. Wonwoo beamed with delight upon listening to Seungkwan’s comments and couldn’t help but hug Chan tightly. Chan seemed to understand the emotions of his dad, he stretched out his little arms and made happy noises when he realised his dad was hugging him. 

Both men laughed upon listening to Chan’s cooing. 

//

*Ding* 

*Photo* 

Mingyu was busy getting the documents ready for the meeting when his phone pinged. He took a glance and realised it was a message from Jeonghan. “Hyung?” Unlocking his phone, he tapped on the notification, only to see a photo appearing on the chat. 

Jeonghan: *Photo* 

                                                            1:30 pm

Jeonghan: His name is Chan, Kim Chan. 

                 You can also call him Dino. 

                 He’s 4 months old now.

                                                            1:32 pm

Jeonghan: Before you think that Wonwoo has forgiven you, 

                he hasn’t. But he said that you have the right to 

                know about the child. Just so you know, he still

                doesn’t want to see you. 

                                                           1:35 pm 

Mingyu: Thank you Hyung! This meant

so much to me! Thank you so much!

1:40 pm

Mingyu: Please let me know if Wonwoo hyung

needs anything! 

1:42 pm

Mingyu stood rooted to the ground. He stared at the screen for a long moment, the image before him was so small yet so overwhelming. He stroked the photo on the screen and felt a surge of emotions gushing through his mind. 

His throat tightened as he took in every little detail of his son: the soft curve of Chan’s round cheeks; the tiny fingers curled up in a fist; the thick eyebrows that resembled him. “How I wish I could hold you, Chan” He whispered. A wave of love washed over him, intense and raw. His child, lay in that photo, so far away, yet so close. He vowed to himself that he would continue to search for Wonwoo and prove to him, and everyone, that he was going to be a good partner for his Wonwoo hyung and a good father for his son. 

// 

“Are you sure you want to send the photo to Mingyu?” Jeonghan asked while getting ready for a day out with Wonwoo and Chan. Jeonghan, Jihoon and Hoshi had come by to visit the parent-child duo and decided to head to the nearby park for a walk. 

“Yeah, like I said, I’m not going to strip off his title as a dad. He has the right to know.” Wonwoo replied while packing all the necessities that Chan needed into a bag. “Plus, he already knew that I was pregnant, which means he would have seen the ultrasound scan that I’ve placed in the photo album. He just needs to know that Chan exists, that’s all.” He zipped the bag and went to the living room to look for Chan, who was currently lying on Vernon’s chest who is lying on the floor. 

“Omg, this is so cute! Why is Chan on you, Vernon?”

“Hoshi hyung did this! I was just lying on the floor and Hoshi put Chan on me. Help hyung! I’m scared he will roll down.” Vernon, being Vernon (not in a bad way), doesn’t really know how to handle little human beings. The rest of the boys were humoured by Vernon’s comments and decided to take a few more shots before lifting Chan. 

“You don’t have to be afraid. Look, Chan is smiling. He likes you!” Hoshi jokingly said. 

“Errrr I mean I like Chan too, but he’s too small!” 

“Don’t worry, I know you will not hurt him.” Wonwoo carried Chan nearer to Vernon, and Vernon gave a little peck on Chan’s head. 

Safe to say, the day out with Chan was tiring yet interesting for the 8 of them. Wonwoo and Joshua helped to ensure that Chan was fed and warm while Jeonghan and Jihoon helped to get all the items ready whenever Chan needed to drink his milk or change his diapers. 

The rest of the boys? 

Hoshi and Seokmin were in charge of making Chan laugh. Yes, right. They were basically making lots of sounds (noises) which made Chan giggle and wave his little arms. 

As for Vernon and Seungkwan, well… Let’s say something is blooming between them and they were always at the back of the group, chatting between themselves.

Chan? Lying in his stroller and enjoying being taken care of by everyone. 

// 

“Mr Yoon, there’s someone by the name of Mr Choi at the door looking for you.” Jeonghan’s secretary, Jiwoo, knocked on the door to inform Jeonghan. 

“Mr Choi?” Jeonghan paused in his actions, “the only Choi I know is Seungcheol, but why is he here” He thought to himself. “Let him in and push back the meeting with Mr Lee to tomorrow.” Jiwoo nodded and closed the door. 

*Knock knock* 

“Come in.” Jeonghan tidied his outfit and saw Seungcheol, donning his black suit, walking into his office and sitting across him at the table. 

“Jeonghan.” Seungcheol looked straight into Jeonghan’s eyes and called out to him. 

“Why… Why are you here?” Jeonghan couldn’t help but rub his hands together under the table. 

“Well… Mingyu is the cause.” Seungcheol stared at Jeonghan, only to observe him frowning. “I’m not siding with him but he is really searching high and low for his partner, wanting to apologize to him and make up for his wrongdoings.” 

“So he asked you to come?” Taking in a deep breath, Jeonghan sat up straight and squared his shoulders, determining to understand why Seungcheol was here on behalf of Mingyu. 

“No no, definitely not.” Seungcheol unbuttoned the cuffs of his black suit coat while sliding it off his shoulders, revealing a crisp, white button-down shirt beneath. “I’m here, on my own accord.” 

“Huh?” Jeonghan gave a puzzled look which made Seungcheol smile.  

“Well… Mingyu had told me everything that he had done, and I’d given him a good scolding about it. He continued searching for his partner, whilst completing the project and I can see that he was having a hard time.” Grabbing the teacup on the table, Seungcheol leaned back onto his chair. 

“He searched wherever he could, calling his partner multiple times; I’m sure he had called you or your friends too,” Jeonghan nodded slightly, “And I know you guys are trying to protect his partner.” 

“Wonwoo, Mingyu’s partner’s name is Wonwoo”

“Okay, I know you guys are trying to protect Wonwoo but I’m just asking if Mingyu is able to have even a SLIGHTEST hint of where Wonwoo is, so as to know that he’s safe?” 

Jeonghan shifted slightly in his seat, brows furrowed in deep concentration. With his hands resting on his table, he tapped his fingers rhythmically as if to search for the right answer. Eyes lingering on something distant as if lost in thoughts. “...” His lips parted, but no words emerged. For that split second, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to quiet the rush of his thoughts. 

When he opened his eyes, the sight of Seungcheol staring at him gave a huge pang in his heart. At that moment, he felt like they were still together back in university, where Seungcheol would often gaze at him with an expression filled with warmth and affection. Their eyes would lock and a soft, tender smile would appear on Seungcheol’s face, as though Jeonghan is the most precious person in the world. 

“Jeonghan…? Hannie?” Seungcheol walked towards Jeonghan and squatted down beside him, putting his left hand onto Jeonghan’s, “Hannie, are you okay?” 

The warmth of Seungcheol’s touch and his deep voice broke Jeonghan’s thoughts. He turned to look at Seungcheol and in a daze, he gripped Seungcheol’s hand back and nodded. “I’m okay.” 

“You…” In return, Seungcheol turned Jeonghan to look at him up front and held his hands together. “Are you working till late again?” 

Seungcheol’s questions made Jeonghan come out of a trance and abruptly, he pushed Seungcheol away, making him fall to the floor. “Oh my gosh, I’m... um… I’m so sorry.” He quickly shot up and grabbed Seungcheol by his arms, trying to pull him up. 

“It’s okay, Hannie. I’m good.” Using the reflex, Seungcheol pulled Jeonghan into a tight hug and leaned his head on Jeonghan’s shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking and we will talk about us later.” He could feel Jeonghan nodding as he spoke. “Let us help this couple to get back together, before talking about us. Hmm? Seungcheol stroked the back of Jeonghan’s head before standing up straight to place a hand on Jeonghan’s cheek. 

“I’ll... I’ll.. speak to Wonwoo later on and getbacktoyou.” Jeonghan blushed at the actions of Seungcheol and hurried through his sentence before pushing him away. 

Seungcheol smiled at Jeonghan’s frantic reply and took a step forward, leaving a peck on Jeonghan’s forehead. “I’ll wait for your good news.” Turning away from Jeonghan, he walked towards the door only to stop halfway. “Also, Hannie. I’ve never stopped loving you. Trust me on that.” And he walked out of the door. 

The sound of the door closing woke Jeonghan and he touched the spot that Seungcheol kissed. “He never stopped loving me? Did he just say he still loves me? Oh my god…” He hid his face in his hands and dropped onto his chair. “Yoon Jeonghan, breathe. You can’t let him affect your decision. You need to speak with the rest. Mm... Text them first.” Grabbing his phone, he sent a text in their group chat. 

Jeonghan: Guys, we need to talk. 

7:17 pm

Won: ???

                                7:30 pm

Hoshi: Hmm? What’s the matter?

                               7:32 pm

Jihoon: Yeah, hyung. What’s wrong?

                                7:35 pm

Jeonghan: I’ll let you know more when

we meet

7:45 pm

Jeonghan: Hoshi, Jihoon, shall we visit Wonwoo

and Chan next month?

7:46 pm

Jihoon: Sure! Hoshi’s okay too!

                               7:50 pm

Am I able to find you again, hyung?

Chapter Text

As planned, Jeonghan, Hoshi and Jihoon flew to Hokkaido again to visit Wonwoo and Chan. It’s been 5 months since Chan was born and oh my, his soft, round face is framed by his fine hair, and his eyes are bright and wide with wonder. His tiny hands are often reaching out, tugging onto Wonwoo or any adult’s clothing. Whenever Chan giggles, it’s pure joy. 

They were having their lunch when Jeonghan brought up the topic, “Uhem, erm guys. I have a question.” Everyone stopped their actions and turned to look at Jeonghan with questions. 

“Yes, hyung?” Wonwoo looked up while feeding Chan his milk bottle. 

“So… Seungcheol dropped by the other day and asked me something.” Jeonghan fidgets with the fork that he is holding and can’t look Wonwoo straight in the eyes. 

“Seungcheol? Who is he?” Seokmin asked. 

“Oh erm, he’s Jeonghan’s hyung ex-boyfriend and Mingyu’s current boss,” Hoshi replied naively. “Oh…” Seokmin replied. 

“Hosh” Jihoon slapped Hoshi’s knees and Hoshi gasped, 

“It’s okay, continue hyung.” Wonwoo gave a faint smile and continued feeding Chan. 

“So he came by and asked if Wonwoo was okay to give even a small hint to Mingyu on his whereabouts?” Using his fork, he twists the noodles in the bowl but has no intention of eating them. “He said that Mingyu has been searching everywhere and said that Mingyu wants to make up for every mistake that he made.” 

“Aren’t you always against Mingyu from contacting Wonwoo hyung?” Hoshi asked while stuffing the potato in his mouth. 

“It’s not that I’m against it, but back then Mingyu needs to learn from his mistakes. But right now, he knew about Chan’s existence and he showed sincerity in his apologies. So now the problem is whether Wonwoo wants to stay in contact with him.” Jeonghan finally looked at Wonwoo’s direction. 

Chan had finally finished drinking the milk in the bottle and Wonwoo propped him up to pat his back for burps. “I don’t know, hyung. To be honest, I know I still love him and I need him; Chan needs him. But I’m not ready to see him.” He continued to stroke Chan’s back and stood by the window. 

“He has been calling me on my phone but I always left it ringing. He left me texts but I didn’t open them at all. I don’t know what will happen if I answer or reply. Am I going to have him all to myself, or will someone else step into our relationship again?” Looking out of the window, the air felt warm but crisp. Fields nearby are a patchwork of gold and the garden is vibrant with the sunflowers planted. The occasional call of a bird adds peace to the silence in the room. 

“Wonwoo, I’m not asking you to accept him but rather, let him know where you are, so you can monitor his actions and witness for yourself. He needs to make up for his mistakes if he wants you back. And you need to see for yourself if he is really determined to have you back.” Jeonghan walked up to Wonwoo and leaned on the window. 

“Jeonghan’s right. I might not know Mingyu well, but from what you guys have told us, I’m sure he’s someone who loves you very much but got clouded by his own thoughts at some point. For the fact that he was still persistent in looking for you, being happy to know about his baby, it shows something. You don’t have to accept him, but let him work towards it.” Joshua walked over and stood beside Jeonghan. 

Hugging Chan, Wonwoo gave a big sigh and looked at the two brothers in front of him. The sight of Chan made him think of Mingyu often and he knows deep in his heart, he still yearns for Mingyu. “I…” 

“Why not, we don’t tell him exactly where Wonwoo is. We can give clues to Mingyu and he got to work towards it in locating Wonwoo himself. From this, we can see if Mingyu is really serious in the relationship and what he will do to make up for his mistakes.” Hoshi put down his cup of drink and stated his stance. 

“Awh, our little tiger gave us some feasible ideas!” Seungkwan teased Hoshi across the dining table and Vernon laughed. 

“Rawr” and it made Chan giggle. 

“What do you think, Wonwoo?” Jeonghan tightened his lips into a fine line, waiting for Wonwoo’s answer. 

“Hmmm, I think… Umm, okay?” Wonwoo carried Chan back to the dining table and sat down. “I don’t want to see him right away, but if it’s like what Seungcheol hyung said that he really knows his mistakes, I want to know what he will do.” Patting Chan, it seems like Wonwoo had made up his mind. Joshua and Jeonghan then looked at each other and smiled, as if to say “thank goodness.” 

Back to their seats, Jeonghan sent a quick text to Seungcheol, “Wonwoo said okay but we will not tell you where exactly Wonwoo is, he will have to find out on his own.” He then placed his phone down on the table, before resuming their dinner.

//

*One month later*

“Mingyu, I need you to go to Hokkaido this weekend to meet Mr Hong. The collaboration with the cafe will help to boost our sales but he is unable to come to Seoul.” Seungcheol notified Mingyu during their monthly meeting and Mingyu nodded. 

“Mingyu ah, I can only help you this much, the rest is up to you,” Seungcheol whispered in his mind, after giving a pat on Mingyu’s shoulder before leaving the meeting room. 

– – – – 

Going back to his apartment, Mingyu packed his bag for the business trip before retiring for the night. On the bedside drawer, there’s the ultrasound scan (together with the note written by Wonwoo) and the photo of Chan, as if to remind Mingyu that he has still yet to locate Wonwoo and their child. 

Sitting on his bed, his hands trembled slightly as he held the photo of Chan, and stared at the small, peaceful face captured in the image. The photo was the only thing he had left, the only connection to the little life that had only just begun... 

It has become a routine for him to hold onto the photos before bed, and whisper into them as if he’s talking to Wonwoo and Chan. He wanted to reach out, to be there with them. But instead, all he had was just a photo. The empty space around him felt suffocating. Every night without fail, he hoped for a sign, a way to bridge the distance between him and his loved ones. However, there was nothing but the photo, and the unbearable silence wrapping him. 

He held the photo close to his heart and sent his love through the distance. “I hope you’re growing well, Chan and Wonwoo hyung are safe and healthy.” His heart beats with a quiet promise - that he will find them, no matter the cost, and be the partner and father they deserve. Until then, the photo would have to be enough, to last him till the day they are reunited. 

The week passed by like a breeze and the next thing Mingyu knew, he was already in the plane and heading towards Hokkaido. Looking at the photo of Chan in his phone, he wished, “If only Appa could bring you and Wonu hyung along to Hokkaido, to take a look at this country where your Daddy love.” 

His fingers gently brushed the screen of his phone as he looked at Chan. The image, though small, felt larger than life in his hands. He traced the outline of his son’s tiny face, the soft curve of his cheeks and the small, peaceful expression froze in the photo. His thumb lingered on the screen, as if trying to feel the warmth of the child he longed to hold, wishing that the photo would somehow come to life in his hands. 

As he continued to look at the photo, a tear slipped down his cheek, silently tracing the path of all the emotions he couldn’t express. There was so much love, hope and ache in that simple touch. He whispered, albeit soft but full of deep, unspoken promises, “I will be with the both of you. I will be there.” 

2 hours passed and he had landed in Hokkaido safely. Finding the car that he had rented, he drove along the winding road in Hokkaido, with the landscape unfolding around him in sweeping views of rolling fields and distant mountains. The sky above was clear with the warmth of the sun streaming through the windshield. Despite the warmth surrounding him, he felt a deep, aching emptiness. 

“Wonwoo hyung would have loved this scenery.” Glancing at the empty passenger seat, his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. After knowing that Wonwoo’s passport was gone, he came to Hokkaido to search for Wonwoo but wasn’t able to locate where he was. Returning to Hokkaido this time round, he could almost imagine the sound of Wonwoo’s voice, the soft laughter as they shared this quiet journey. 

His eyes then drifted to the rearview mirror and he pictured Chan resting in the back seat, in the baby chair. He imagined the joy of glancing back to see Chan’s wide, curious eyes or the way his little hands would reach out to seek comfort. He imagined the car to be filled with nursery rhymes and them singing along with Chan. But again, there was nothing but the road, endless and quiet, stretching out before him. As he drove to the hotel, he found himself wishing for the day when the empty seat beside him would be filled again, turning this quiet journey into a family adventure. 

30 minutes into driving, Mingyu had reached the hotel. Entering the room, he placed his luggage in a corner and flopped onto the bed. “If only you were here, Wonu hyung.” Reminiscing the times with Wonwoo, tears started trickling down his eyes. He has not once given up in searching for his partner and has completely focused on work and Wonwoo. 

Taking in several deep breaths, he sat up and wiped away his tears before grabbing his phone. “Mr Hong, I’m Kim Mingyu, from Choi Designs. On behalf of my CEO, I’m here to discuss the collaboration between your cafe and our company. Do let me know when is a good time for me to drop by so that we can talk about it. Thank you.” Seeing that the message had been sent, he dropped the phone and headed to the bathroom to shower. 

*Ping* 

Joshua picked up his phone to see the message sent by Mingyu and a smile emerged on his face. “Oh, I hope this goes well for the both of you.” 

Back when Wonwoo first started working in the cafe, Joshua realised that Wonwoo’s partner was nowhere to be found despite him being pregnant. Wonwoo would always carry a look of worry in his eyes and hide his struggles but Joshua could sense something was off. One day as they sat together during Wonwoo’s break, Joshua casually asked about him, under the disguise of “getting to know my staff better”. Wonwoo’s response came slower than usual, with a small pause before he answered. “As you can see… I’m… pregnant…” Joshua nodded. “Umm my partner, well I kinda left him for certain reasons and I’m not sure what’s the future going to be like for the both of us.” The way he said it, it seemed distant and it made Joshua’s concern deepen. 

“If I may ask, what happened.” Joshua probed gently. Wonwoo looked at Joshua, knowing that he was in a safe zone and poured every sorrow and worry onto Joshua. Joshua listened attentively and gave ample time and space for Wonwoo to convey his thoughts. When Wonwoo had finished, Joshua simply placed a hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder, whispering, “Thank you for sharing with me. You won’t be alone and I’m sure Mingyu has already learnt his mistake. Take your time in Hokkaido and we will be your family here!” 

“Thank you for listening,” Wonwoo said with his voice soft but sincere. Joshua gave him a reassuring smile and a quiet promise that wouldn’t have to face the struggle alone before returning to their shifts. 

//

Joshua : Hello Mingyu, Joshua here. Your CEO had 

already informed me that you’re coming

9:40 pm

Joshua : Why don’t you drop by tomorrow at my cafe, 

let’s say 11 in the morning.

9:40 pm

Joshua replied to Mingyu’s message before returning to clean up the cafe after closure. 

“Baby, Mingyu is here.” Joshua showed Seokmin the message while Wonwoo was in the kitchen cleaning up. 

“Oh, so the plan has already started?” Seokmin stopped cleaning the tables and looked at Joshua. 

Joshua nodded and both looked in the direction of the kitchen, silently hoping that everything would run smoothly. 

Mingyu : Sure, I’ll drop by at 11 tomorrow.

             See you! 

                                                         10 pm

// 

The morning sun filters through the windows of the cafe, casting a soft golden light on the floors and furniture. Joshua and Seokmin had already started getting prepared for the day when Wonwoo arrived with baby Chan sleeping in his arms minutes after. With the nanny behind him, he placed Chan in the baby cot in the playroom and left the nanny with Chan before entering the kitchen to help Joshua carry the basket of croissants and toasts to the counter. 

The sound of the coffee machine whirred to life and the smell of espresso started to fill the cafe with its rich aroma. The soft hum of the playlist adds to the calming atmosphere and Chan seemed to like it, as he was smiling in his sleep.

More and more staff had started arriving and each of them had their roles and duties to complete - stocking up the pastry case, wiping down tables, organizing mugs etc, and getting ready to embrace the customers that will soon arrive at 9 am. 

Wonwoo’s duty for today is to help Joshua in the kitchen complete the huge order of croissants made by the local schools for a major event. Not a skilled baker to begin with, Joshua first guided Wonwoo in measuring the ingredients. Flour dusts the countertop and the whir of the mixer hums in the background. With the ingredients measured and poured into a bowl, Wonwoo handed it over to Joshua. 

“Hyung… Hyung!” Wonwoo called out to Joshua repeatedly, only to find that Joshua kept staring at the cafe. “What are you looking at?”

“Huh?” Joshua shook his head and looked at Wonwoo. 

“You kept staring outside, at the counter. Are you looking for something?” Passing the bowl of flour, he asked. 

“Ya, your partner is coming, silly boy.” Joshua thought in his head but answered, “Oh, no no. I’m just a little tired today. Minsoo had a nightmare yesterday and I was coaxing him.” Well, it’s the truth but not entirely. 

“I see. What happened?” Thinking that it was normal, Wonwoo continued his measuring of ingredients. And the conversation flows throughout the baking session. 

The clock struck 9 and people started streaming into the cafe, eager to grab their morning brew before work started. This cafe is popular amongst the locals and despite the early hours, there is always a crowd. Regulars would greet the staff by name, the hum of conversations often mixes with the sound of espresso machines and the soft clinking of mugs. 

The line at the counter begins to form and people are chatting with the baristas as they place their orders. Staff were moving quickly and effortlessly to serve them their coffee and pastries with practised hands. People greeted one another and waves of laughter often emerged during conversations. As the day goes by, people seek solace in a quiet corner, where others catch up with friends over cups of coffee. 

The playroom is often filled with children and accompanying adults. The sounds of their little feet running across the playmat, filled up the atmosphere in the room. On one side of the room, a low wooden shelf is filled with toys of all kinds and children have the opportunity to explore with them. There is also a small activity table with crayons, colouring sheets and playdough where older children have a chance to express their creativity. 

In one corner, a baby playpen is set up, filled up with soft, plush toys and baby-safe objects for the littlest ones to explore. Chan had already woken up from his nap and was lying on his tummy and lifting his head to look around curiously at the playmat. There is another infant beside Chan, propped up by the pillows and reaching for the brightly coloured rattle on top of him. Their giggles and coos blend with the chatter and laughter of the other children in the playroom.  

A bell rings when the door opens, cutting through the hum of the cafe, gently announcing a new arrival. “Hello Sir, welcome to our cafe. What would you like to have?” The staff at the counter asked. 

“Hello, I’m looking for Mr Hong. We are supposed to have a meeting.” Mingyu answered. 

Seokmin, who was replenishing the cakes in the cake chiller, looked up with his eyes widened. “Oh, you’re Mr Kim?” Mingyu nodded and said, “Yes, and you are?” 

“I’m Seokmin, the owner of this cafe. Let me call my husband for you.” Seokmin ran to the kitchen, leaving MIngyu to make his order and wait for Joshua. 

“Psst, baby.” Joshua was rolling the dough when Seokmin came in. “He’s here.” He whispered into Joshua’s ears before standing nervously beside him. Wonwoo has now moved on from measuring ingredients to spreading egg wash onto the croissants before placing them into the oven to bake. As there are many croissants of dough, he is deeply concentrated on his tasks, not realising that Seokmin has stepped in. 

“Mm, you wait for me outside.” and Seokmin left. 

“Uhm,” Joshua cleared his throat. “Wonwoo ah, I need to meet a client outside. Can you help me to finish spreading all the croissants and wash up the utensils when you’re done?” 

“Yeah, no worries. It’s going to take awhile anyway.” Wonwoo smiled and went back to his tasks. Joshua removed his apron and went to wash his hands, before taking a deep breath and leaving the kitchen. 

Sitting in one corner, Mingyu’s gaze was fixated on the playroom opposite him. The room was a whirlwind of colour and energy with soft toys scattered about and the sound of distant laughter filling the air. In his mind, he imagined entering the space with Chan and Wonwoo, sharing the joyful chaos together. 

He pictured little Chan, wide-eyed and full of wonder, stretching towards the brightly coloured rattle, giggling as Wonwoo sat beside him and snapping photos. His heart warmed at the thought of Wonwoo’s gentle laughter mixing with the soft coos of Chan. He imagined himself sitting on the floor, joining in the fun, laughing with Wonwoo as they helped little Chan navigate the world of toys and games. The soft hum of their voices, the light touch of Wonwoo’s hands on his shoulders, and the warmth of Chan’s tiny hands in his - it all felt like a peaceful, happy future just within reach. 

For a moment, Mingyu was lost in the scene, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “How great would it be if Wonwoo hyung and Chan were here.” Stirring the cup of coffee in front of him, he immersed himself in the imagination of his happy family in the playroom. 

His imagination had then halted to a stop when someone stood before him, waving his hand in front of his face. “Mr Kim?” Mingyu blinked and stood up. “Hey, yes. I’m so sorry but yes, I’m Mingyu. You’re Mr Hong?” 

Joshua nodded and gestured for Mingyu to take his seat. “Yes, you can just call me Joshua. Mr Hong sounds so old.” Mingyu laughed at his comment and nodded, “Then call me Mingyu too. Let’s not be too formal for this as well, if it’s possible.” 

“Of course, let’s make this collaboration interactive and fun, to bring profits to both your company and my cafe.” Seokmin came up to bring a cup of coffee to Joshua before staring at Mingyu and left. 

“Don’t mind my partner, he’s a little stressed lately.” Joshua jokingly patted Seokmin before he left. 

“No worries. Shall we start on the meeting?” 

Throughout the meeting, Mingyu and Joshua listened intently to each other and exchanged information that could aid the collaboration. However, his gaze would drift to the playroom from time to time. Whenever the door to the playroom opens and the sounds of laughter and giggling from the children fills the cafe, Mingyu’s gaze lingers longer at the playroom and Joshua often has to call him back. 

“Mingyu… everything okay? You like children?” Joshua asked innocently. 

“Yeah… I am so sorry for constantly getting distracted. I promise I will be more professional.” Mingyu carded his fingers through his hair and sat up straight, masking his anxiety. 

“It’s okay, Mingyu. Why don't we take a break? I can bring you around, but maybe not the kitchen as it’s very messy due to the large orders we are having.” Hoping Wonwoo would stay in the kitchen, Joshua brought Mingyu around. 

Joshua led Mingyu through the cafe with a sense of quiet pride and caution. As they moved along, Joshua gestured to the carefully designed space, guiding Mingyu from one area to the next with gentle enthusiasm.

They first moved past the counter where the baristas were busy preparing drinks. “This is the heart of our cafe,” Joshua said smiling as they paused for a moment to watch the staff in action. “We keep the flow relaxed but efficient. It’s always great to see people connecting over coffee.” Mingyu nodded and jotted down notes that would benefit the project. 

While still standing at the counter, Joshua pointed to the space behind. “Behind this is the kitchen and we decided to use glass panels instead of solid walls, so that it creates a sense of connection between the staff and customers, allowing them to watch the magic unfold in the kitchen.” Through the glass, Mingyu can see staff preparing fresh pastries or assembling dishes. 

At the same time, Wonwoo is back-facing the glass panels and wearing an oversized hoodie, with a mask and apron, making it difficult for anyone to recognize who he is. Without knowing that his partner was right outside, he continued to apply the egg wash on each croissant meticulously. 

Joshua doesn’t know whether he wants Wonwoo to turn around but he hopes that whatever happens, it will be for good. Not wanting to dwell any longer, they continued their tour. Moving back to the sitting area, they walked past shelves filled with books, coffee pots and books. “We wanted it to feel like a second home - warm, welcoming but with a little personality.” Joshua pointed out the gentle combination of rustic and modern elements, hoping to add more good ideas. 

Moving away from the counter, Joshua paused before the small, glass door. “And this,” he said, “is the playroom that you’ve been watching.” Mingyu looked through the glass door, seeing the space filled with colourful toys, low shelves and playmats scattered across the floor. The room was alive with sounds of children’s laughter but provided a calm and safe environment for both babies and toddlers. 

“We believe in family bonding but also agree that sometimes parents do need a break. So we have this playroom for children to play in while the adults are having their coffee break. But of course, there are well-trained staff in the room to take care of the children.” Joshua explained. 

Mingyu’s eyes wandered through the entire playroom and his gaze focused on the infants' area. “Oh, you also designated a space for babies?” Mingyu asked. 

“Yes. Initially, we only cater for 3 and above. But recently, we have had new members in our big family thus lowering our age groups to infants as well. We had also hired nannies to take care of the infants if the parents are engaged in their coffee sessions.” Joshua’s signature eye smile emerged when talking about the babies, leaving him thinking of his Minsoo. 

“That’s so nice of you. If my baby is here, I’m sure he would love this space.” Mingyu whispered. 

“Oh, you’re also a father!?” Pretending not to know, Joshua asked innocently. 

“Er yeah, but a failed one to be honest. My partner left me while he was pregnant and I couldn’t find them. I only received a photo of my child last month and I still don’t know where they are.” Mingyu moved to the glass panels at the side to take a closer look at the babies in the area. 

Joshua was about to comment when Chan cried out of a sudden. The nanny in the room was occupied with another infant and before Joshua could step in to help, a figure came in through the backdoor of the playroom and carried Chan from the cot. 

“Shoot, it’s Wonwoo.” Joshua thought.

Mingyu’s eyes widened when he saw the side view of the figure and realised it was Wonwoo. “Hyung!” He blurted out and Wonwoo looked at the direction of the sound. For a split second, Wonwoo froze. His eyes widened in disbelief and his face turned pale. Despite his knowing that Mingyu already knows about Chan, he is still not ready to see Mingyu. 

He looked at Chan in his arms and back at Mingyu, and his body instinctively took a step back. A flicker of panic crossed his face and without a second thought, he turned on his heel, leaving by the back door of the cafe and out of Mingyu’s sight. 

“HYUNG!” Mingyu ran towards the entrance of the cafe, but could only see the empty road ahead. In a split second, he flopped to the floor and tears started dropping…

I found you, finally.

But why did you have to go? 

Chapter Text

“HYUNG!” Mingyu’s heart raced when he saw Wonwoo through the glass panel. The shock hit him like a wave, and before he could process it, he saw how Wonwoo fled the scene. He gave chase but only to lose Wonwoo at the entrance. Panic surged in Mingyu’s chest and his mind swirled with confusion and disbelief. 

“Where did you go? Hyung, come back, please!” Mingyu shouted. He sank to his knees, overwhelmed by a mix of frustration and confusion. His hands trembled as he sank to the ground, hands pressing on the rocky path. Behind him, Joshua burst out of the cafe, only to find that Mingyu had crumpled on the ground. 

Seeing him crumpled on the floor, Joshua knelt beside him, offering a steady hand. But the look on Mingyu’s face said it all - that he had lost something and the pain was unbearable. 

“Mingyu ah…” Joshua crouched down beside Mingyu to check on him. 

“Joshua, was Wonwoo hyung working in your cafe?” Something in his mind clicked and grabbed onto Joshua’s hands, he looked up straight into Joshua’s eyes as if he were pleading for the truth. 

“Please! Please tell me the truth, was Wonwoo hyung in your cafe?!” Mingyu’s tone portrays a sense of vulnerability. The sadness lingered, but beneath it, there was a quiet desperation. He longed for the truth no matter how painful it might be. It was also as if he might shatter into pieces if the truth wasn’t given to him. 

Joshua glanced into the cafe and saw Seokmin looking at him at the counter. Seokmin nodded and Joshua turned back to Mingyu whispering, “Yes. Wonwoo is working here and this was all planned by us, to help you and Wonwoo.” 

“Really?! Wonwoo hyung is here! Please! I beg you, bring me to him! I will do whatever it takes!” Mingyu shot up, his movements sharp and unsteady, as though the revelation had given him a burst of energy and force. Desperation flashed across his face and he held onto Joshua’s hands for clarity. 

“You need to know that he doesn’t want to see you,” Joshua saw how Mingyu’s shoulders slumped and and the colour drained from his face. His lips pressed into a thin line, trying to catch his breath. As much as he tried to keep his composure, his eyes betrayed him and tears were threatening to roll down his cheeks. 

“He told us that the reason for him to send you Chan’s photos is because he doesn’t want to deprive you of being the father of Chan. Chan has your last name and he said that you have the right to know about him. But other than that, he doesn’t want to see you.” Joshua saw how Mingyu took a deep breath to calm himself down as if he was fighting against the tide of emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him. 

“Why don’t you come back into the cafe with me, and we can discuss what we can do after,” Joshua suggested and Mingyu nodded, following Joshua’s steps back to the cafe. 

// 

With Chan in his arms, Wonwoo ran with all his might back home. Locking the door with his trembling hands, he sat on the floor, leaning against the door with Chan giggling at him. “Omg, he’s here. Why? How?” He thought to himself. “Is he here to snatch Chan away from me?” Negative thoughts started to creep inside him but he knew that Mingyu would not do that. 

At his wit's end, he called Jeonghan, hoping to find out more. “Hyung, I saw Mingyu! He came to the cafe, why is he in Hokkaido? Does he know I’m here? Is he going to take Chan away from me? Hyung?!” Wonwoo was already screaming into the phone and Chan must have felt how upset Wonwoo was, he mirrored the furrowed brows and his little hands clenched into fists. 

“Breathe, Wonwoo. Listen, he doesn’t know you are there. He is there for a business trip, to collaborate with Joshua’s cafe. “ Jeonghan guided Wonwoo to take slow breaths and he could sense him calming down. 

“Hyung, it’s me, Seokmin! Open the door please!” Seokmin knocked on the door frantically, hoping that Wonwoo was home, safe and sound. Wonwoo hurriedly got up and opened the door. Seokmin barged in to check on both Wonwoo and Chan and finally heaved a big sigh when he saw that both of them were safe. 

“Won! Can you hear me?” The call had not ended and Wonwoo was not in the right state of mind to answer. “Hyung, it’s me, Seokmin. I’m here with Wonwoo hyung and he’s okay right now.” Seokmin took the phone and answered on behalf of Wonwoo. 

“Okay, keep me updated. Please reassure him that Mingyu will not be snatching Chan away from him.” Jeonghan stated firmly before ending the call. 

Having Chan lying on his chest, Wonwoo tugged his knees in and cuddled him tightly. Seokmin walked to Wonwoo and sat down beside him. “Hyung ah,” Seokmin spoke, quietly.

“Why is he here?” Wonwoo asked while looking down at Chan’s head. 

“He is here to discuss the collaboration with Joshua hyung. He doesn’t know that you’re here, I swear.” Seokmin answered. 

“Of all cafes, why ours?” Wonwoo whispered while stroking Chan’s back. 

“What if I tell you it was all our plan?” Seokmin crossed his legs and turned towards Wonwoo. 

Wonwoo looked up immediately and stared at Seokmin, “What do you mean?” 

“So Jeonghan hyung’s ex, Seungcheol hyung, is the boss of Mingyu. They have been contacting each other but Jeonghan hyung did not disclose where you are. We know that both you and Mingyu are still in love with each other but you don’t know what Mingyu is thinking and what you really want. So we thought, getting Mingyu’s company to work with us so that you can observe how he acts.” Seokmin revealed the truth.

“He doesn’t know you are here and doesn’t know that you’re working with us. Maybe after today, yes. But not before.” Seokmin paused to observe Wonwoo’s reactions. 

“You guys…” and Wonwoo flicked Seokmin’s forehead gently. “Yes, I don’t deny that I still love him and I want him to be there for Chan. But the incident with his ex had left me scars and I’m just afraid. I’m scared that somebody else will come by again and Mingyu would choose that person and not me.” Tears started rolling down and disappeared into Chan’s hair. 

“Hyung… don’t worry too much. For now, he is here for business. If he wants to make it up to you, he has to work hard and it’s for you to observe and decide. There’s no right or wrong answers.” Seokmin assured Wonwoo and helped to wipe off the tears. 

“Seokmin ah…” Wonwoo leaned forward and placed his head on Seokmin’s shoulder. Chan must have felt the change and started giggling. With Chan’s giggles, Wonwoo’s heavy burden seemed to have been lifted slightly from his shoulders. He vowed to himself that he would be there to protect Chan and making Chan healthy and happy is his top priority. 

// 

The next day, Wonwoo resumed work at the cafe while Chan was in the playroom with the nanny, as usual. Joshua had come up to him earlier and apologized for the chaos but Wonwoo replied, “Hyung, it’s okay. I know all of you meant good. My priority now is to keep Chan healthy. I’ll leave the rest to fate.” And both men returned back to work. 

Mingyu had come by again to continue the meeting with Joshua.  “Hyung, where’s Wonwoo?” Mingyu looked around the cafe agitatedly. 

“He’s out delivering pastries and will only be back by evening.” Joshua placed the tray of drinks and cookies on the table before sitting opposite Mingyu. 

“Can I speak to him today?” 

“I don’t know, you need to try it out yourself.”

“How about Chan? Can I see him?” 

“You can see him through the glass panel. Wonwoo did not say that you can enter the playroom to interact with him.” Joshua answered firmly. As much as he wants to help Mingyu, he does not want to risk Chan’s safety. 

Mingyu nodded and took a quick glance at the playroom before starting the meeting with Joshua. The meeting lasted longer than they thought and it was until Chan cried that they looked up and saw Wonwoo coming into the cafe and walking straight to the playroom. 

“Go,” Joshua whispered to Mingyu and he immediately walked over to the glass panel. Through the glass panel, Mingyu saw how skilled Wonwoo was in getting the milk ready. Standing by the cabinet, Wonwoo scooped the milk powder into the bottle before pouring the warm water. With his both hands, he gently swirled the bottle to mix the powder and checked the temperature of the milk against his wrist, making sure that it was just right. When all were done, he scooped Chan up from the cot and positioned the bottle gently to Chan’s lip, before cradling him in his arms. 

Chan’s tiny hands grasped the bottle and a sense of calm washed over Wonwoo as he watched Chan suckling on the bottle. He sat on the armchair and patted Chan’s butt gently with one hand and the other holding the milk bottle. The soft sucking sound filled the air like a lullaby, making Wonwoo feel more connected to his little baby. As Chan finished and pulled away from the bottle, Wonwoo gently wiped his tiny chin and propped him up for burps. Stroking the back and listening to Chan’s burp, Wonwoo felt a sense of peace he hadn’t expected. 

Putting Chan on the baby bouncer, Wonwoo went to wash the milk bottle that Chan used. When he turned around, he saw Mingyu by the glass panel watching him. He wanted to run but he knew it did no good to both of them. Instead, he carried Chan up from the baby bouncer and walked towards the glass panel. Nodding at Mingyu, he held Chan’s hand and got him to wave at Mingyu. 

“Chan, Papa’s over there,” Wonwoo muttered under his breath and Chan cooed at the sight of his dad. 

Mingyu was shocked, to be honest. He thought Wonwoo would walk away and bring Chan away again. He then waved back at them and a huge smile broke out of his face. He stayed still and saw Wonwoo walking out of the playroom, towards him. 

“Hyung.” He wanted to walk up to Wonwoo but Wonwoo took a step back instead. 

“Stay there. I’m here, not because I want to see you but because of Chan.” He turned, with his back facing Mingyu and propped Chan’s head on his shoulder, looking at Mingyu. Chan seemed to know who that man was as his tiny hands appeared to reach out to Mingyu and his giggles bubbled out, like soft bursts of laughter.  

Mingyu wanted to go near - he wanted to hug Wonwoo; wanted to carry Chan; wanted to have both of them in his arms. But he knows to respect Wonwoo’s decision. Wonwoo had asked him to stay and he would do so. “Thank you, hyung. This really meant a lot to me.” He paused to observe Wonwoo’s reaction while Chan continued to look at Mingyu with his sparkled eyes. 

Wonwoo nodded and was about to leave when Mingyu continued, “I’m sorry, hyung. I never should have let us get to this point,” Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he looked at the back of Wonwoo’s. His voice cracked when he continued speaking, each word coming out jagged and broken. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I did not trust you. I’m sorry I left you alone. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me the most.” He wiped his eyes furiously but they kept coming. “I’m so sorry, Wonu hyung.” 

His voice faltered again, and he took a shaky breath, struggling to steady himself. Each sob that broke through felt like a jagged piece of his heart tearing free. “I know I hurt you… I… I made you feel that our relationship is worth nothing.” He continued, hands clenching tightly into fists, fighting the urge to hug his loved ones in front of him. “And I hate myself for that. I never wanted to make you feel small, and alone. I am so sorry, really sorry.” His chest heaved with the effort of speaking and the tears blurred his vision further. “I will do whatever it takes for you to forgive me, for you to accept me again.” 

Wonwoo stood still and the weight of Mingyu’s words hung in the air between them. The soothing music is still playing in the background and staff were already starting to clean up the cafe for closing. But his focus was only on Mingyu’s words and he could feel nothing but sincerity. There was no defensiveness, no hesitation; but just a quiet acceptance of his wrongdoings and responsibility. He heard every single word that Mingyu said, and he was so close to turning around. But he knew that once he turned around, he would give in and he didn’t want to, at this moment. He chose to stay where he was and held Chan tightly to his chest. 

As Mingyu spoke of his mistakes, Wonwoo could hear the quiet regret enveloping his words. He could sense the truth of the words. Despite being frustrated at how Mingyu treated the entire situation, Wonwoo knew that Mingyu’s words were genuine. He wiped off the tears that were trickling down his cheeks and with a choking voice, he replied, “Okay.” and walked out of the cafe, leaving Mingyu sobbing outside the playroom. 

He walked passed Joshua and before he could say anything, Joshua interrupted, “I know, just go home. I will take care of here.” Wonwoo nodded and left with a sleepy Chan in his arms. 

“Thank you, hyung. Thank you.” Mingyu whispered in his head as he watched Wonwoo walk out of his sight. He wiped away his tears and took a deep breath before walking back to his seat. “I’m so sorry, Joshua.” 

“It’s okay, Mingyu. I know it’s difficult for both of you. Just… don’t push him too hard. He is healing.” Joshua twirled the pen that he was holding and looked at Mingyu. 

“Of course. I never want to hurt him anymore. I just need him to know that I'm really sorry and I will do whatever it takes to help him heal.” 

“Good. Then let me tell you some good news. Jeonghan told me to tell you that Seungcheol asked you to take a break from work, and only get back to Seoul once Wonwoo had forgiven you.” 

Mingyu’s eyes widened with surprise and blurted, “WHAT?” 

Joshua laughed at his reactions, “Yeah you’re on holiday now.” 

“Then what about the collaboration?” 

“We will talk about it once you have reconciled with Wonwoo. All of your friends, including Seokmin and I all agreed to help you two before business comes in again.” 

“Omg…” 

“Yeah, so get back to your hotel and freshen up before showing up again for Wonwoo to notice you, understand?” 

Mingyu nodded and started packing his items. “I’m so going to talk to Seungcheol hyung tonight.” He thought. Bidding Joshua farewell, he drove back to his hotel. 

//

Back at home, Wonwoo silently went through everything that Mingyu had said. The raw emotion in Mingyu’s voice and the sincerity struck Wonwoo in a way that he hadn’t expected. There was a strange tenderness in Wonwoo’s chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He could feel that the walls that he had built around his heart were starting to crack. He felt a deep ache, not from anger but from the love that had once been so strong. 

He could feel the sorrow in Mingyu’s voice and at that moment, Wonwoo knew that Mingyu was no longer the man who had doubted him but the man who had truly seen his mistakes and understood the depth of what he had caused. His heart fluttered painfully, torn between the hurt of the past and the possibility of forgiveness. He wanted to hold onto the pain to protect himself, but he knew that one day, he would give in. Not because of obligation or pity, but the love and sincerity from Mingyu that he had shown him. 

It’s not going to happen right away, the wounds were still too fresh and too raw. But he knew that in time, they would heal together, one step at a time. For now, he just needed to take things one step at a time and prioritize Chan’s wellbeing. 

The next day, it’s the same routine for Wonwoo to bring Chan along to the cafe and get himself ready for work. He was putting Chan on the playmat when he heard Seokmin calling out for him, “Wonwoo hyung!” 

After ensuring that the nanny was there with Chan, he left the playroom and found Seokmin by the counter. “Hmm?” 

“Mingyu got you this for breakfast. He also bought a few tins of milk powder for Chan - he saw the tin in the playroom so he bought the same version, don’t worry.” Seokmin passed the bags to Wonwoo and went back to the kitchen to get ready. 

Wonwoo looked at the bags and without knowing, he smiled. Regaining his composure, he placed the tins in the playroom and ate the breakfast that Mingyu had given him. 

Wonwoo : Thank you for the breakfast.

9 am

Mingyu : You’re welcome! I hope you like it.

                                                              9:10 am

When lunch came, another bag of food appeared and Joshua brought it in for Wonwoo, who was in the playroom with Chan. “Wonwoo ah, lunch is here!” 

“Lunch? I didn’t order?” Wonwoo looked up at Joshua who gave his signature eye smile before leaving the room. Carrying Chan, Wonwoo walked out to the counter and realised it was the same bag from the morning but filled with another packet of cooked food. This time round, with a cup of coffee that Wonwoo likes. And he knew immediately who that was from. His heart swelled and a tiny smile cracked upon his face. 

If someone were to see Wonwoo smiling the entire day while he worked, nobody would make any comment. 

When it was time for the cafe to close for the day, the same bag with another packet of cooked food appeared on the doorstep again, with an addition of a pair of baby mittens in a blue paper bag. One of the staff brought it in and passed the bags straight to Wonwoo, who knew it was Mingyu again. 

Thanking the staff, he texted Mingyu: 

Wonwoo : Thank you for the food and mittens. 

Chan loves them. 

8 pm

Mingyu : I’m glad he likes it! Were the food

             to your liking?

                                                            8:15 pm

Wonwoo contemplated if he should reply but felt that it would be rude if he didn’t. 

Wonwoo : Yes, they were. Thank you. 

You don’t have to do it actually.

8:20 pm

Mingyu : But I want to. I want to make sure that

              you are well-fed

                                                                 8: 24 pm

Wonwoo didn’t know what to reply, to sound as if he had forgiven Mingyu totally, and thus leaving the conversation as it is. Nobody needs to know that both Wonwoo and Chan had gone to bed happily that day. 

For the next entire week, Mingyu brought food to Wonwoo every day, each time carrying freshly prepared home-cooked food and a tiny gift for either Wonwoo or Chan. Wonwoo couldn’t help but notice that the food that Mingyu brought was all prepared by him because every dish was Wonwoo’s favourite. Each dish that Mingyu cooked was more than just a meal, it was a carefully thought-out gesture, one that spoke volumes about Mingyu’s feelings. 

Wonwoo’s heart stuttered in his chest each time he took a bite of the food. The flavour was familiar, warm and comforting - the taste of memories he thought he would never get to taste ever again. 

“Wonwoo ah, what are you thinking?” Joshua joined Wonwoo during lunch. 

“Hyung, I don’t know what to do now.” Wonwoo felt a lump in his throat as he replied to Joshua while stirring the bowl of soup absentmindedly. “I don’t know if I should continue accepting his food without talking to him, or if we should just clear things out. I’m so torn.” 

“Wonwoo ah, he’s going to be here. You don’t have to make any decisions right now. Accept what he gives and talk to him if you’re ready. Hmm?” Joshua held onto Wonwoo’s hands and got him to stop fidgeting. 

“But what if I’m not ready for a long time? What if he got tired? What if…” 

“No. Don’t let these thoughts cross your mind.” Joshua interrupted Wonwoo and answered firmly. “Let time do its job. You just go with the flow, and let your heart heal. One day, no matter when that is, one day you’ll know when you’re ready.” Joshua walked up to Wonwoo to give him a big squishy hug. 

Wonwoo let himself be embraced in the hug and took a big sigh. “Why am I not invited in the hug?” Seokmin’s whine could be heard miles away. Joshua laughed and pulled Seokmin for a tight group hug. 

That night when Wonwoo’s back home with Chan, he called Jeonghan and had a late-night conversation about Mingyu. 

//

The home-cooked food continued to arrive at the cafe, sometimes through delivery but sometimes by Mingyu himself. He began visiting Wonwoo at work but never interrupted him. He would order cups of coffee and sit in one corner, either watching how Chan spends his time in the playroom or observing how Wonwoo is at work. If he realised that Wonwoo was experiencing aches, he would have muscle creams, plasters etc ready to be given to him. If he realised that the weather was getting too cold for Wonwoo, he would bring in hoodies, and a scarf for him to use. If he observed that Wonwoo was coughing, he would prepare medicines and give them to Wonwoo. 

Mingyu didn’t try to force his way back into Wonwoo’s heart of life, but he showed that he could be trusted to care for both Wonwoo and Chan. He knew that Wonwoo needed time and the pain, scars and trauma from the incident couldn’t be erased overnight. Despite his longing to be in close to Wonwoo, he gave him space to make his own decisions. 

Seungcheol once called to check on him, “How’s everything? How are you holding up?” 

“I’m okay. Thank you, hyung. I could never thank all of you enough for helping me.” 

“Don’t mention. We just don’t want to see another couple who are in love but not being able to get together.” 

“I… I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but I hope that I’m giving him enough space and time to heal and think. I just want him to know that I’ll be around to take care of him and I mean it.” 

“I’m sure he will see it. But, give him all the time he needs. Don’t stress him, and take care of yourself, understand?” 

“Yes, hyung. Thank you!” and the call ended. 

Mingyu didn’t want to pressure Wonwoo into anything, but instead, he expressed his willingness to work for their relationship, no matter how slow it was. In a note written for Wonwoo’s gift, he wrote “I just want you to know that I’m here, and I will wait for you. I love you, Hyung.” 

//

The home-cooked food and gifts never stopped for the next 3 weeks. During one visit to the cafe, Mingyu brought a dinosaur onesie for Chan and he passed it straight to Wonwoo while bringing lunch. “The weather’s getting cold, this is for Chan to wear.” and left the cafe. Wonwoo held onto the clothes and whispered, “Thank you” before showing them to Chan, who cooed and stretched his tiny hands, as if wanting to touch the clothes. 

Wonwoo saw the care in Mingyu’s actions and the love he has for him and Chan, and he couldn’t deny the sincerity behind it. It wasn’t an overnight transformation. But with every action, Mingyu showed Wonwoo that he was a man who had learned, grown and was ready to step into a new role as a father and return as Wonwoo’s partner. He could feel that the walls that he had built around his heart were not just cracking, but crumpling down each day with Mingyu’s love and care. 

He had spoken with the group of friends and everyone knew the depth of his inner conflict. They knew how badly hurt Wonwoo was but also saw how Mingyu was trying to make things right. During a gathering at Wonwoo’s house, while Chan was sleeping in the cot, the rest of the boys sat in different parts of the living room. 

“Wonwoo ya,” Breaking through the silence, Jeonghan kickstarted the conversation. “How is everything?” 

“I… I know he has changed, and I can see the sincerity in him. But…” 

“But you’re scared,” Hoshi added and Wonwoo nodded. 

“You’re not sure if Mingyu will have a change of heart?” Jihoon chimed in. 

Wonwoo lowered his head and nodded while playing with Chan’s dinosaur blankie. 

“Wonu ya,” Jeonghan’s tone was serious but kind. “I know you’re scared but you also know that he had been trying. What if he really had changed? You deserve to be loved, and from what I heard from Joshua and Seokmin, he’s doing a good job.” Patting Wonwoo’s head, he got him to look up. 

“But what if he’s doing this because he feels guilty?” Wonwoo felt conflicted. 

“You’ve said you felt the sincerity and I’m sure you know Mingyu more than us. You would know better if it’s sincerity or guilt, right?” Jeonghan shook his head and patted Wonwoo’s back. 

“Hyung, you’ve seen the efforts that Mingyu hyung made. It’s about him showing you and Chan, that he’s ready for something real.” Vernon added and it made the entire group wowed. 

“Wow, Vernon. I didn’t know you had such thinking,” Seokmin blurted out his inner thoughts and Vernon was visibly embarrassed. Seungkwan ruffled Vernon’s hair and held onto his hands. 

“Yeah, like what Vernon said, we’ve all seen how Mingyu has changed. Joshua hyung and Seokmin have been updating us on what is going on here. I’m sure Mingyu loves you as much as how you love him.” Jihoon added his thoughts. “As much as we kept saying to let time do its job, you also got to “look” at Mingyu. Hmm?” 

“I don’t know if I’m ready but I think I can give him a try…” and Chan started crying. Wonwoo stood up to check on Chan while the rest looked at each other and Seokmin said, “I think this couple would be back in no time.” And, they all gave a wide smile. 

// 

Mingyu continued to send the home-cooked food to the cafe and this time round, Wonwoo was there to receive it. Wonwoo was cleaning up while Seokmin was in the playroom playing with Minsoo and Chan. The cafe was closed for the day and only soft music was playing in the background. 

“Won… Wonwoo hyung, these are for you.” Mingyu saw that only Wonwoo was at the main area and passed the bags of food to him. He was about to turn and leave before Wonwoo called out to him. “Mingyu, come and sit with me?” 

Mingyu couldn’t believe his ears and stood rooted with his eyes widened. Sensing that Mingyu did not follow, Wonwoo turned and smiled, “Mingyu, come.” And gestured him to the seat nearest to the playroom. There, they saw Minsoo handing toys to Chan on the baby bouncer and were laughing while playing together. 

Wonwoo felt a deep sense of warmth and joy as he watched Chan interact with Minsoo and a spark of pride filled his eyes. Mingyu saw how Chan giggled, explored and interacted with others and he felt a sense of hope and fulfillment. 

“Mingyu ah, thank you for your meals these few weeks,” In his deep voice, Wonwoo carefully expressed himself while his eyes fixated on Chan. “Thank you for cooking for me, and the gifts for Chan and me.” With him looking at Chan, he stretched out to grab the cup on the table and tapped on it. 

Mingyu was loss for words. He didn’t expect Wonwoo to initiate a conversation with him. “Wonu hyung… Thank you for accepting them. I…” 

“Stop. Stop apologizing. I’ve heard enough and I’ve seen with my own eyes.” Wonwoo interrupted. 

“I… I just want you to know that I’m not doing all these out of guilt.” Wonwoo paused at his tapping but kept his gaze fixed on the playroom. Mingyu stretched his hand out and placed his hand over Wonwoo’s to see if Wonwoo would reject. He felt the tension in Wonwoo’s hand but no rejection. “I just want to show you that I still love you and Chan.” 

“I know…” Wonwoo turned and looked at their hands. “I’m just… I don’t know if I’m ready to accept you, but I… I saw your actions. I can feel you, I know…” He saw how Mingyu stroked his knuckles and he did not have the heart to reject him. Deep in his heart, he knows that he is still deeply in love with Mingyu, the love of his life. 

“It’s okay. I’m not asking you to accept me again, right here at this moment. We can take our time, and I just want to show you that I care for you and Chan; I love you and Chan. That’s all I want to do right now.” Mingyu summoned all the courage in him and patted Wonwoo’s head. Wonwoo felt the hand on his head and looked up, feeling a whirlpool of emotions flooding through him. 

He saw how Mingyu’s eyes were soft and filled with a sense of love and longing. The vulnerability in Mingyu’s gaze and the love from Mingyu’s actions made him feel that he could just cave in and accept him right at the moment. The touch on his head feels like a grounding and soothing reminder that Mingyu is in front of him. 

Wonwoo nodded and made a silent decision. He stood up from his seat and walked towards the playroom, only to carry Chan out. “Hyung, everything okay?” Seokmin asked while having Minsoo on his lap. “Yeap, don’t worry. I’m just… introducing Chan to Mingyu.” Wonwoo smiled and left the playroom. 

“Hey little man, this is your Papa.” Wonwoo had Chan sit on his lap, with Chan’s back to Wonwoo’s chest and facing Mingyu. Chan felt the bond with Mingyu and stretched his tiny fists forward as if wanting Mingyu to carry him. Mingyu looked at Wonwoo and Chan, “Can I?” 

Wonwoo nodded and Mingyu walked towards him before bending down. “Hey buddy, I’m Papa.” He stretched out his arms and held Chan close to his chest. The moment he held onto Chan, Mingyu’s expression was a blend of awe, disbelief and overwhelming love. His eyes filled with happiness, looking at Wonwoo over Chan’s shoulder. 

Listening to Chan’s blabbering and giggling, he felt the absence of time vanish in an instant; the long period of absence, waiting, and longing is now being replaced by the peaceful rhythm of Chan’s breath against his chest. His heart swells with an almost indescribable joy and his eyes glisten with unshed tears. 

“Wonu hyung, thank you. Thank you for letting me hold our boy.” Mingyu whispered and Wonwoo could feel his tears welling up in his eyes. He wiped off the tears and stood up to stroke Chan’s back. Saying nothing, he stood there, watching how Mingyu cooed at every single sound that Chan made; listening to the joy in Mingyu’s voice and feeling the love emitting from him. 

The night has never been so peaceful, 

with the atmosphere surrounded by love and warmth 

Chapter Text

If anyone were to describe Wonwoo, most of them would say he’s calm and composed. He never seems to panic except when it involves his baby, his little Chan.

Being a 7-month-old baby, Chan is extremely active. After he had mastered the art of rolling over and pushing himself to crawl, he had been searching for opportunities to move. Wonwoo has tried his best to ensure that the furniture around is child-proof, with round edges, locked etc. However, humans do make careless mistakes. 

One Saturday afternoon, Wonwoo was busy with the laundry and he had strapped baby Chan on the baby bouncer. Chan, being an active child, had recently discovered the joy of wriggling.  With every wriggle, he seemed to grow more confident, his tiny body shifting with excitement as the bouncer responded to each of his little movements. He cooled and squealed, unaware of the dance his exuberance was leading him to. 

*Thud*

Wonwoo thought he had heard a strange sound. Before he could go nearer to Chan, he saw how Chan’s tiny body shifted too far in a flash and with a sudden jerk, the bouncer tipped completely forward, throwing him off his seat. Wonwoo saw how little Chan dropped to the floor, together with the bouncer, and a loud bump was heard. 

A sharp cry pierced through the house and Wonwoo quickly unbuckled Chan and scooped him instantly, his hands trembling as he checked on baby Chan. He was crying, loud and distressed, and his small hands batting at him. His face had turned slightly red and the tears gathered quickly, streaming down his chubby cheeks. As he continued crying, it grew louder and his small body twisted and wriggled, attempting to escape his father’s hug, but the movements only seemed to make him more upset. 

Wonwoo’s heart raced as he cradled the baby in his arms, feeling the tiny body tremble with pain. He gave a quick screening of Chan and realised that Chan had a cut on his forehead. His mind went blank for a moment and the overwhelming panic clouded his thoughts. He saw how blood had begun to trickle down Chan’s head and he couldn’t seem to think straight. Fishing out his phone, he dialled a phone number - one that he had memorized by heart. 

“Hyung?” The owner of the phone number answered hesitantly. 

“Mingyu ah, help…” Wonwoo’s voice was shaky, raw with worry. “Chan… Chan’s bleeding… Help.” 

The words “help” and “blood” in one sentence don’t seem to be a good match. Mingyu’s heart plunged at the Wonwoo’s words. “I’m on my way, tell me where you stay, hyung.” He said, trying to make his voice steady. “The… white building… next to the cafe, password… password is your birthday…” With his trembling voice, Wonwoo answered anxiously. 

“I’ll be there, don’t hang up, baby.” His footsteps pounded as he dropped everything, rushing out of the cafe. Mingyu was in the cafe, thinking to find Wonwoo for a chat until he received a call from him. “Hyung, Chan injured himself. I’m going over to Wonwoo’s house now.” Mingyu shouted to Joshua as he ran out. 

“Oh gosh, okay you go. Let us know later” and Mingyu is gone. 

While waiting for Mingyu, Wonwoo held Chan, trying to soothe him and whispered soft, broken words of comfort. Clutching to the desperate hope that Mingyu would arrive fast, he hastily wiped away the blood on Chan’s face and patted him. 

Moments later, Mingyu burst through the door, his breath ragged from runny. “BABY!” His eyes looked around, trying to locate where would Wonwoo and Dino be. Hearing the cries coming from the kitchen, he ran towards the direction and his gaze immediately locked on the traumatized Wonwoo and Chan on the floor. In that instant, the world seemed to stop. He rushed to Wonwoo’s side, kneeling beside him, hands on Wonwoo’s back. 

“Min… Mingyu ah…” Wonwoo’s voice trembled as he felt Mingyu’s presence and he couldn’t control his emotions. “I… I don’t know what to do… Min… There’s blood!” 

Mingyu’s expression was calm but his heart thudded loudly upon hearing how Wonwoo had called him and how he had relied on him. He looked around for the first aid box and was glad to find it lying on the dining table. Grabbing it over, he administered simple first aid while Chan’s crying in Wonwoo’s arms. Fortunately, it wasn’t a deep cut and thus, little Chan does not need any stitches. Placing a tiny gauze and plaster, the wound was treated fine. 

“There, Chan’s all fine now! Don’t worry, he’s going to be okay.” Mingyu gave a tiny peck on Chan’s head and stroked Wonwoo’s back as if to soothe him. With every reassuring touch and word, Mingyu’s presence seems like a soothing balm to Wonwoo’s frazzled nerves. The panic in Wonwoo’s chest began to ease and his breath eventually evened out. Chan’s cries have also subsided and his eyes staring at his two fathers, with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. 

Seeing how Chan had calmed down in his arms, Wonwoo looked at Mingyu and he felt like something had snapped. The worry and hesitation that once held him back no longer seem insurmountable. The doubts are replaced with a sense of acceptance and peace. 

“Can I still trust you? Can I stop being afraid?” Wonwoo leaned onto Mingyu’s chest, muttering under his breath. With his head lowered, he looked at Chan and stroked his baby’s hair. 

“Baby…” Mingyu felt the shift in Wonwoo’s tone and body language. Taking a deep breath, he mustered his courage and used his fingers to lift Wonwoo’s face, urging him to meet his gaze. As Mingyu’s fingertips made contact, Wonwoo felt the tingling in his stomach and his heart beat fast. His eyes shifted and Mingyu chuckled, “Baby, look at me, please.” And Wonwoo, timidly, looked at Mingyu in his eyes. 

“You can trust me. I know I had hurt you and you have every right to be angry. Right now, I’m here to show you my love and my decision to be by you and Chan. Will you…” The more Mingyu talks about it, the more he gets choked by his emotions. “Will you… accept me again, and love me again?” 

Wonwoo’s breath caught at those words. He finally felt the walls crashing down, leaving him with his raw heart, clutched by Mingyu. “I… I want to… But… ” Wonwoo finally said, while lifting a hand to cup Mingyu’s cheek. “Promise me that you’ll love me and Chan? Promise me that we will talk about things? Promise that there’s no one else in our relationship?” 

Tears were streaming down both men’s faces but it didn’t involve sadness. It’s only the raw, unfiltered emotion of love and longing, of all the words left unspoken between them, now finally spilling out. Wonwoo’s hand gently caressed Mingyu’s cheeks and the touch was both comforting and intimate, as though his hands were an offering. 

Listening to Wonwoo, Mingyu held onto Wonwoo’s hand and nodded profusely. His heart broke with the weight of Wonwoo’s words and emotions yet pounding rapidly at Wonwoo’s touch. His chest rose and fell with shaky breaths and he gradually leaned forward, with both of their foreheads touching each other. 

For a long moment, silence embraced them. Their tears told the story of hurt, healing, growth and their deep, abiding love that neither of them could have put into words. The silence was thick, but it was also comfort. “I promise you, I’m not going anywhere,” Mingyu murmured, his voice mimicking a promise that wrapped around them like a blanket, shielding them from the past and whatever challenges lay ahead. 

Wonwoo nodded and tugged Mingyu’s shirt by the hem to pull him further. Immediately, Mingyu wrapped his arms around Wonwoo, allowing him to pull him into a tight embrace. Chan, nestled between them, looked up at them innocently, blabbering. At that moment, Chan became the living symbol of the love and trust they had shared. 

He loosened his grip on Mingyu’s shirt and gently rested on Chan’s back. Mingyu, feeling Wonwoo’s need for closeness responded by pulling them in even tighter, fingers threading through Wonwoo’s hair. Chan giggled at how his fathers were so near to him and seemed to have completely forgotten about the pain he had. Chan’s innocent giggles filled the very moment with a sense of blessing and happiness. The laughter also filled the space once more and both adults knew that this moment - the love, and happiness were everything that they ever wanted. 

Not knowing how long they had been hugging, Wonwoo’s stomach started grumbling. “Baby, you haven’t eaten, have you?” Mingyu moved back and looked at Wonwoo. Nodding carefully, he leaned onto Mingyu’s shoulders. “I was doing laundry earlier and then… Chan had this accident…” Wonwoo muttered. 

“Silly boy” Mingyu tittered while stroking Wonwoo’s head. “It’s okay, why don’t you bring Chan to the living room and I looked at your kitchen to see what I can cook for us? Hmm?” Wonwoo nodded and carried Chan to sit on the couch. 

“Okay… let’s see…” Mingyu started looking around for ingredients and the kitchen became his stage. A place for him to cook up delicious meals for his loved ones, and spend time together. 

Wonwoo sat on the couch, with Chan lying on his chest. Seeing the plaster on Chan’s head, he can’t help but feel guilty. He blamed himself for not taking a closer look at Chan and he promised himself that this would not happen again. 

“Baby, food is ready. Come over!” Mingyu called out to Wonwoo once he was done cooking. Wonwoo came along with a sleepy Chan in his arms and sat down by the dining table. “Oh, Chan is asleep. Come, pass me Chan so you can eat.” Mingyu took over Chan and patted him as he slept while Wonwoo finished up the meal that Mingyu had prepared for him. 

“You can put him into his cot. I can set up the baby monitor so we will know when he’s awake.” Mingyu nodded and went on to put Chan into the cot and only left before ensuring that Chan was deeply asleep. 

Sitting by the dining table with a plate of lunch before Wonwoo, the familiar scents of the dish fill the air. It was a simple meal - steak with a side of mashed potatoes, but it carried a warmth that made his heart swell with a sense of nostalgia. It felt like he was back in the past when both of them had their home-cooked food cooked by Mingyu in Seoul. He took a small bite, savouring all the flavours and enjoyed the meal. 

“How’s the food?” Mingyu sat beside Wonwoo. 

“Mm, it’s good. Taste the same.” Wonwoo answered while chewing the food. 

“I’m glad you like it. And I’m grateful that I have the chance to cook for you again.” Mingyu rest his elbow on the table and placed his head on his hand while looking at Wonwoo eats. Wonwoo did not respond but blushed at the way Mingyu stared at him. He doesn’t know what to do but to focus on eating his food. 

When he was done, Mingyu took the plate from Wonwoo and went to the kitchen to wash the plates while Wonwoo walked over to the room to check on Chan. Nesting under a soft, cosy blanket, Chan’s tiny body was curled slightly to the side with one hand resting by his face. As if Chan was dreaming of something sweet, a faint smile appeared on his lips. 

The room was quiet and the only sound heard was just Chan’s breathing. Wonwoo couldn’t help but stare lovingly at Chan and stroked his hair. 

“Thank you, baby. Thank you for giving birth to Chan.” Mingyu came back and hugged Wonwoo from the back, making Wonwoo gasp out of shock. 

“Omg, you scared me!” Wonwoo frantically hit the arm on his stomach. 

“Sorry, baby.” Mingyu leaned his head on Wonwoo’s shoulder and continued hugging him. 

“Mm.”

“Thank you for giving me a second chance too,” Mingyu gave a quick peck on Wonwoo’s neck and hugged him even tighter.

“Thank you for coming back too.” Wonwoo turned around to hug him in front. Their bodies fit together as though they had always belonged this way. Resting his head against Mingyu’s chest, he could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

“I promise you, I will always be with you. Nothing of that will happen again.” Wonwoo nodded in Mingyu’s embrace and pulled him in even closer. At that moment, the room around them seemed to disappear as they held each other, the love they shared seemed so palpable that it wrapped around them just like a soft, protective blanket. 

The rest of the day was spent winding down in the comfort of their home. They sat on the bench on the balcony, cuddling together while looking at the scenery right in front of the house. 

“How… how were you back then?” Wonwoo asked as he fiddled with Mingyu’s fingers. 

“Well…” Mingyu pulled Wonwoo onto his lap and made Wonwoo straddle on his lap. “When I first realised that you were gone, I was so scared. I couldn’t find you anywhere and the calls were all unanswered. I called all of our friends but they didn’t tell me anything.

“I searched everywhere and when I found that your passport was gone, I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.” He grabbed hold of Wonwoo even tighter as he remembered the exact emotions he felt back then. “And when I looked at the photo album and saw the ultrasound scan, I was happy yet devastated. I called Jeonghan hyung, I went to find Dr Moon but they didn’t tell me where you were. I was so surprised and happy to know that you were pregnant. But I was so worried that things might happen to you. 

“Seungcheol hyung gave me a week's break to search for you but I couldn’t. I couldn’t find you anywhere. Then I went back to work while continuing to find you. To be honest, I really didn’t know what to do at that point in time. I continued to look for the hyungs but they didn’t tell me a single thing. 

“I could only keep track of the months, to gauge when you’ll give birth. You won’t know how happy I was when I received Chan’s photo. Thank you, baby. Thank you so much for that photo. At least I knew you were safe.

“I continued searching for you until Seungcheol hyung told me to come to Hokkaido to meet Joshua hyung for a collaboration and I found you. But when you ran away, all I knew was you were gone and I couldn’t find you again…” 

Wonwoo heard how Mingyu started choking up on his words and pulled back to check on him only to realise that tears were trickling down Mingyu’s cheeks. “But now, you’re here. You’re here, right with me. I’ve found you and Chan.” Wonwoo looked at Mingyu’s tear-stricken face and cupped his cheeks. Wiping away the tears on his face, he slowly closed up the distance between them. 

The kiss was tender, full of everything that had been unsaid between them. Wonwoo kissed him softly at first, with just a light press on their lips, as if trying to reassure Mingyu that he was there. But Mingyu’s hands gripped the back of Wonwoo’s shirt to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. There was no rush, only the slow, deliberate merging of their emotions. Wonwoo’s lips moved against Mingyu’s with gentle passion while holding onto his shoulders. 

Mingyu responded in kind, his tears fading away as the kiss washed over him. When they finally pulled away, their foreheads stayed pressed together, breaths mingling. Mingyu’s eyes were closed albeit his face wet with tears, but there was a sense of peace. “I love you, Min ah.” 

Mingyu opened his eyes, his gaze shocked but filled with love. He leaned in again but this time pressing a kiss to Wonwoo’s lips, a kiss that said thank you, a kiss that promised forever, a kiss that sealed their love in the quiet space between them. 

“What a day,” Wonwoo thought and hugged Mingyu closer than ever. 

They continued to stay in that position until Chan’s wailings broke the silence. Both parents walked up to Chan and continued their parenting duties for the rest of the night. 

“I’ll make a move first?” Mingyu finished washing the dishes after dinner and wiped his hands on the towel while walking towards the door. 

“Erm…” Wonwoo carried Chan and stood by the dining table. “Do… do you… do you want to spend the night here?” His heart raced, each beat echoing in his chest as he stood before Mingyu, with words hanging in the air. 

“Baby… You… You… Can I?” Mingyu stood there frozen, as if couldn’t believe what he had heard. The words echoed in his head, replaying like a dream. “I… I would love to!” He blinked, with his eyes wide with surprise. As he answered Wonwoo, a smile crept on his face almost childlike in its innocence, as though he had been given something he hadn’t even known he was hoping for. 

He stepped closer, a wave of happiness and shock crashing through him as he watched Wonwoo nod and Chan’s face lit up. His heart swelled as he looked at Wonwoo, “thank you!” he whispered as he stood right in front of the parent-child duo, “Thank you!” 

“Chan sleeps in the cot in my room, you… you can sleep on my bed. It’s… it’s big enough.” Wonwoo stuttered as he walked into the washroom in his room and prepared the water for Chan’s bath. Mingyu smiled at Wonwoo’s words and followed them into the room. 

As he stepped into the room, what came into his line of sight were pictures of Chan with Wonwoo. Each one tells a story of a life he had once been a part of, a story where he had missed out for 8 months. 

In some photos, Chan was giggling with his small hands reaching up towards Wonwoo; while in others, Wonwoo was gazing at Chan with a love so deep that it made Mingyu’s heart ache for missing out. His heart tightened at the absence of his photos, and a pang of regret twisted inside him. 

He walked slowly towards the pictures on the bookshelf, his fingers lightly grazing the edges of a frame. It was the photo of Wonwoo, smiling warmly with Chan, wearing matching family clothes. Mingyu’s throat went dry as he stood there, staring at the image. “How I wish I was there…” He thought. 

He continued looking at all the photos and saw pictures of their friends, celebrating the milestones of life. All the familiar faces were there, except him. An overwhelming sense of distance struck him - from Wonwoo, from Chan, from the life he had missed but yet, he can’t blame anybody but himself. 

It hurts. “I’ve missed so much…” He muttered as he looked at the photos. He had been missing for so long, 8 months to be exact. Standing in front of the bookshelf, Mingyu exhaled with a shaky breath escaping his lips. Something caught his eyes at the far end of the shelf and it was a tiny handprint framed up. “I should have been there…” He stroked the frame and tears started rolling down his cheeks. 

“Min… Min…” There seemed to be someone calling him but Mingyu was so immersed in his emotions that he didn’t realise until he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Are you okay? I’ve been calling you but you never seem to hear me?” Turning around, Mingyu saw Wonwoo holding Chan in his arms and Chan wrapped snugly in his tiny pyjamas, freshly bathed and looking content. The soft glow of the bathroom light still clung onto Wonwoo but with a slight hint of worry imprinted on his face as he looked at Mingyu. “Min? Hello?” Mingyu saw Wonwoo waving his hand at him and he couldn’t help but pull both Wonwoo and Chan into his tight embrace. 

“I promise I am going to be here from now onwards. I’m going to be a good partner and a good father. I promise I’ll never miss out on any of Chan’s or your events. I promise…” Mingyu muttered agitatedly as he buried his face in the crook of Wonwoo’s neck, his breath shaky as his arms tightened around them both. He could feel the heat of Wonwoo’s skin, the soft weight of Chan against him and the smell of the baby shampoo enveloped them. 

Wonwoo’s arms softened around him and at that instant, he knew what was going on. “You were afraid because you saw that you’re not in any of the photos here?” He asked gently, as he wrapped one of his arms onto Mingyu’s waist while stroking Mingyu’s back. Mingyu took a huge sniff and closed his eyes, before nodding into Wonwoo’s neck. 

“I’ve been absent since you were pregnant; I’ve been absent since Chan was born. Heck no, I was absent even before you were pregnant. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so…” With a soft sigh, Wonwoo pulled Mingyu’s head up and leaned in, lips pressing tenderly against his, to silence the anxious apologies that had spilt from his mouth. “It’s okay, Min. It’s all over. I’m trusting you now, and I know you love us.” He gave another kiss before continuing, “You’re here. I’m here, Chan is here. We are together again and we can create other memories together. Hmm?” The kiss was gentle, reminding Mingyu of the unspoken bond that they shared. As their lips parted, Wonwoo kept his hand on Mingyu’s face, thumb stroking his cheeks. “Stop apologizing unless you are going to do something awful again.” He said firmly and seeing Mingyu shaking his head profusely, he had a wide smile on his face before removing himself from the hug. 

“Do you want to try putting Chan to sleep? He would love to have his Papa to feed him milk and pat him to sleep.” Wonwoo asked before passing Chan to Mingyu and leaving the room for the kitchen. 

Mingyu’s eyes sparkled and nodded. Gently carrying Chan in his arms, he sat on the armchair in a corner and adjusted his hold, settling Chan more comfortably on his lap. Chan’s tiny hands, still so delicate, reached out instinctively to curl his fingers around his Papa. The touch of Chan’s little hands against Mingyu was phenomenal, sending a rush of warmth through him. He chuckled softly, unable to contain the pure joy that was bubbling from within. 

“Hey buddy,” Mingyu whispered, his voice low and filled with affection. Mingyu gently moved his fingers and watched how Chan grasped his fingers with surprising strength. His wide eyes blinked at Mingyu and made him laugh again. “You’re so strong already huh, little boy?” He murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. 

As he sat there, cradling Chan in his arms, the world outside seemed to have faded away. It was just the two of them, immersing in their tiny bubble, feeling their connection growing stronger with each quiet moment. Mingyu looked down at Chan and his heart swelled with love. Chan’s giggles and babbling filled the space and he knew for certain that he was exactly where he needed to be. 

When Wonwoo returned, Mingyu looked up with a grin, “Chan’s got a strong grip already.” His voice filled with pride and happiness as he gently rocked Chan in his arms. “I think he’s going to keep us on our toes.” He chuckled. 

“Definitely. He has a strong grip and endless energy in his tiny body. He can’t seem to stop moving and that’s why, he hurt himself today.” Wonwoo walked in with the milk bottle and passed it to Mingyu, before sitting on the armrest. 

“Don’t blame yourself, baby.” Mingyu changed the way he held Chan and took the milk bottle from Wonwoo. As Chan latched onto the bottle, Mingyu took a quick look at Wonwoo and saw the solemn look in his eyes. “Accidents are bound to happen, we just have to be there to ensure that it’s not too serious.” Wonwoo nodded and stroked Chan’s head. 

“I just wish for him to grow up healthily and happy,” Wonwoo muttered as he watched Chan drinking his milk. 

“He will. With us around, he will be healthy, he will be happy.” Mingyu smiled before returning his gaze at Chan. 

Both parents waited in silence while Chan finished his milk. Chan is curious - his eyes never stop looking at both his Appa and Papa. It’s as if he’s asking why are there two people now, instead of one. Mingyu laughed, “Buddy, are you curious? Appa is here, Papa will be here from now too.” He leaned down and placed a quick peck on Chan’s forehead. Chan seemed to understand because he kicked his legs upon listening to Mingyu and a smile appeared on his face. 

The night went on and Mingyu placed Chan into his cot after feeding and burping. Leaning over the edge of the cot, Mingyu’s hand reached out to pat Chan and watched him drifting deep into slumber. His movements were slow and careful as if wanting to make sure that Chan felt his presence. With one last gentle pat, he pulled his hand and stepped back from the cot when Wonwoo walked out of the bathroom. 

“Min, I’m done. Here are some extra clothes for you, go take a shower.” Wonwoo dried his hair with the towel and passed the clothes to Mingyu. He gladly took it and headed into the bathroom to shower. 

Wonwoo : Hyung, sorry for the scare.
Chan is okay now.
9 pm

Joshua : Great! How about Mingyu…?
                                                     9pm

Wonwoo : He… He is with me right now
and will be staying for the night
STRICTLY just to rest
NOTHING more
9:02 pm

Joshua : HAHAHAHA why are you so worked
              up? Hmmm??
                                                       9:05 pm

Wonwoo : Nope, nothing. He’s just staying
over for the night.
9:06 pm

Joshua : Yeah yeah yeah hahahaha so it means
              that both of you are okay now?
                                                        9:10 pm

Wonwoo : Yeap, we’re okay now :)
9:11 pm

Joshua : That’s great! Congrats! Tell me more
              tomorrow!
                                                        9:12 pm

Wonwoo : I will, and also, thank you!
9:15 pm

Joshua : We’re just glad that everything is going
              smoothly for the two of you now, and
              that Chan has both his dads with him
              now
                                                        9:20 pm

Wonwoo : I just feel so thankful and
fortunate to have all of you
beside us all these while
9:22 pm

Joshua : We’re glad to be there too! Minseo
              is calling for me now, see you tomorrow!
              Goodnight!
                                                         9:25 pm

Wonwoo : Goodnight hyung! See you
tomorrow!
9:26 pm

“Who are you texting?” Mingyu asked as he stepped out of the bathroom, with the towel draped loosely around his waist. His hair, still a little wet, clung to his forehead and droplets of water trailed down his chest and shoulders as he walked towards the bed. 

“Joshua hyung” Wonwoo was stunned when he looked up. “YA! Put on the clothes!” Wonwoo’s face was visibly blushing and Mingyu giggled while putting on the clothes. He then sat on the edge of the bed, while holding onto Wonwoo’s hands. 

“Baby, thank you for accepting me,” Pausing to give a peck on Wonwoo’s hand, “I love you.” And Mingyu looked firmly into Wonwoo’s eyes which made him blush once again. 

“Mmm, I… I love you too, Min ah.” These three words hit Mingyu right in his heart and it made his heart fluttered. He held onto Wonwoo’s hands tightly and beamed with delight. 

“Come, join me,” Wonwoo patted the other side of the bed and Mingyu climbed into the bed without another word. As they lay down, Wonwoo instinctively curled up beside him, head resting gently on Mingyu’s chest. 

Mingyu wrapped his arm around Wonwoo, holding him close, with the warmth of Wonwoo’s grounding him. His damp hair brushed against Wonwoo’s forehead as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Wonwoo’s head. They stayed like that for a moment before Wonwoo sat up to retrieve the hairdryer and helped Mingyu dry his hair. 

Pulling Mingyu to the edge of the bed, Wonwoo stood before him to blow-dry his hair. 

“Won’t it awaken Chan?” Mingyu asked. 

Wonwoo shook his head before plugging in the machine. “He’s used to it, it’s like white noise to him.” 

As he worked on Mingyu’s hair, Mingyu wrapped his arms around Wonwoo’s waist and enjoyed this intimate moment. “Done” Wonwoo said but felt that Mingyu’s arms were tight around his waist. 

“Min ah,” Wonwoo muttered. 

At that instance, Mingyu pulled him in and nuzzled Wonwoo’s clothed tummy before giving a peck at the same spot. Wonwoo laughed and ruffled Mingyu’s warm and dry hair. He wanted to pull himself out of Mingyu’s embrace, only to be stopped by Mingyu’s tight arms. 

“Baby, wait. Just… Just let me hold you for a while more, please…” Mingyu tightened the embrace and felt tears welling up in his eyes. 

“I know you don’t want any more apologies but I need to.” Mingyu looked up and saw Wonwoo looking at him worriedly. “It’s totally my fault that we reached this stage and I really regret whatever I had done back then. To say I didn’t know, would just be an excuse. What I want to assure you is that Minghao and I are nothing, and we will never get back anymore. You are the person with whom I want to spend my life and now with Chan, that’s all I ever ask for.” 

Standing up from the bed, he grabbed Wonwoo’s cheeks and continued. “I promise you - I will be there whenever you need me. I will not be absent for any matters and most importantly, you and Chan are all I need.” 

Looking straight into Wonwoo’s eyes, Mingyu felt as if the world had stopped for a minute and all he saw was the shimmering in Wonwoo’s eyes and how Wonwoo nodded happily in his hands. “Thank you, baby. Thank you!” Wonwoo smiled and gave a peck on Mingyu’s forehead before releasing himself to put back the hairdryer. “Come, Min. Let’s sleep.” 

Following Wonwoo, MIngyu lay down on the bed while Wonwoo nestled close to him, feeling completely at ease. With his head resting gently on Mingyu’s chest, the soft rise and fall of Mingyu’s breathing offered a comforting rhythm for Wonwoo and the couple stayed quiet, enjoying the closeness and security between the two of them. 

Not long after, Wonwoo fell into a deep slumber while snuggling in Mingyu’s embrace. Mingyu felt the shift in Wonwoo’s posture and looked down to see Wonwoo tucked in naturally. Giving a peck on Wonwoo’s head, Mingyu switched off the bedlight and rolled sideways, hugging Wonwoo tighter before closing his eyes and entering the peaceful night.

I'm glad you're here...

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The soft morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Mingyu slowly stirred awake. Rubbing his eyes, he realised that Wonwoo was curved naturally into the space beside him with his head tucked perfectly under his chin and one of Wonwoo’s arms draping across Mingyu’s chest. The steady rhythm of Wonwoo’s breath against his skin, made Mingyu feel grounded. He smiled at the sight of Wonwoo sleeping and ruffled his hair. 

“Ugggg” and Wonwoo turned in his sleep, facing the other side of the room. 

Mingyu giggled and sat up from the bed. Looking around, he realised that yesterday’s event wasn’t a dream. Mingyu is in Wonwoo’s room, with him sleeping beside. The little noises that Wonwoo made in his sleep deepened the sense of comfort for Mingyu, making everything feel safe and right. 

He gently shifted and slid out of the bed, before leaning over to peck Wonwoo on the cheek. With his feet meeting the cool floor, he stood for a moment, stretching away the last remnants of sleep. “I wonder if Chan is asleep.” Mingyu thought. 

Across the room, in his little cot, Chan was awake. Mingyu glanced over and caught the sound of soft babbling and little arms waving at the mobile, hanging above. Chan’s wide, curious eyes locked onto Mingyu as soon as he approached. His mouth stretched into a wide, toothless grin at the sight of his father and his tiny legs kicked beneath the blanket. 

“Good morning, buddy” Mingyu whispered before lifting Chan out of the cot. Chan’s chubby little hands reached out with enthusiasm as if he knew that being in his dad’s arms was the safest and happiest place. As Mingyu scooped him up, Chan settled into the comfort of his father’s embrace and his small face nuzzling into Mingyu’s chest, completely at ease. 

Chan’s tiny hands gripped the fabric of Mingyu’s shirt and the soft cooing and gentle giggles filled Mingyu’s heart with an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. He couldn’t help but smile, and hug baby Chan even tighter. Mingyu lightly rocked from side to side, making soft, soothing sounds, as if to tell Chan that everything was calm and safe. The feeling of Chan nestled against him, warm and trusting, felt like everything that Mingyu needed at that moment. 

While Mingyu is engrossed in his moment with Chan, Wonwoo is stretching lazily under the covers and it takes a moment for him to be fully awake. What followed next was the familiar sound of Chan’s coos and Mingyu’s voice. 

His gaze drifted towards the cot and his heart gave a small flutter when he saw Mingyu standing by it, carrying Chan in his arms. The way Mingyu cradled the little one was so tender and full of affection as he gazed down at Chan. 

Slowly, Wonwoo slipped out of bed and padded quietly over to Mingyu and Chan, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful moment. Mingyu did not notice Wonwoo right away and Wonwoo took the opportunity to slip up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist from the back. The warmth of Mingyu’s back against his chest was grounding and Wonwoo sighed softly, nuzzling against Mingyu’s back. 

“Oh, you’re up!” Feeling the embrace, Mingyu turned his head slightly, lips curving into a quiet smile. 

“Morning, Min” Wonwoo leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his back, before resting his head on Mingyu’s shoulder. “Chan loves you.” Wonwoo walked up to Chan and kissed Chan’s forehead. 

“I love you too,” Mingyu held onto Wonwoo’s cheeks while Wonwoo blushed at Mingyu’s confession. 

Chan let out a small giggle, reaching for Wonwoo’s face and Wonwoo laughed softly. “Someone’s in a good mood today.” He said, looking up at him. 

“Yeah,” Mingyu agreed, “It’s going to be a good day.” The way both Mingyu and Wonwoo shared soft smiles as they watched Chan made them feel warm and contented. 

“I’ll make milk for Chan, you can sit in the living room and wait for me,” Mingyu nodded and Wonwoo left the room to make milk in the kitchen. 

Sitting on the couch, Mingyu propped his legs on the coffee table and had Chan lie on his thighs while making funny faces at him and getting little bursts of giggles in return. Not long later, Wonwoo returned to the living room with Chan’s milk bottle and Mingyu took the initiative to feed Chan. 

Chan has started learning to hold his milk bottle, albeit not for long. 

“Our baby has grown so much,” Mingyu gently held the bottom of the bottle, in case Chan dropped it while Wonwoo sat beside Mingyu and laid his head on Mingyu’s shoulder. 

“Yeah. I can’t believe he was inside of me 7 months ago.” Stroking Chan’s legs, Wonwoo watched Chan drink his milk. 

“Wonu ya, thank you for doing such a great job at taking care of Chan,” Turning to look at Wonwoo, Mingyu kissed the top of Wonwoo’s head. 

“Mmm. It wasn’t easy and I couldn’t do it without the help of other boys.” Wonwoo sat up and crossed his legs, before turning to look at Mingyu. “It was difficult. There was once I even sat on the balcony railing when Chan was crying.” 

“What?!” Mingyu said, a tad louder, and Chan’s eyes grew bigger. “Sorry baby, sorry. Appa is shocked. Everything’s fine.” and Chan continued to enjoy his milk while seemingly joining in the conversation. 

“Yeah. Everything was too overwhelming for me. Joshua hyung told me that Seokmin and him heard Chan crying so they came here. When they opened the door, they saw me sitting on the railing with Chan in my arms. But when I woke up the next day, I couldn’t remember a single thing. Seungkwan came to check on me and said that I might have post-natal depression. So the boys decided to stay with me and helped me for awhile.” Wonwoo looked at Chan with an apologetic gaze, as if he was trying to apologize to his baby boy for putting him in such danger back then. 

“Sorry, baby. I’m so so sorry,” Mingyu leaned forward and had his forehead on Wonwoo’s shoulder. 

“It’s okay, it’s all over. Everything’s fine now and Seungkwan also said that Chan is developing well, and I’m all good.” Wonwoo stroked the back of Mingyu’s head and patted him to get back. 

At the same time, Chan seemed to be done with his milk and started to push the nipple of the bottle out. Sensing he was done, Mingyu quickly sat up straight and took out the bottle to put on the couch. Propping him up, Mingyu stroked Chan’s back and heard a loud burp coming from his baby boy. 

“Just nice. I need to get ready for my shift at the cafe. Can you change Chan while I shower?” Wonwoo asked. 

Mingyu gave an affectionate smile, “Of course.” Rising to his feet, he carried Chan and walked into the bedroom. “Hey buddy, ready to change?” Chan blabbered as if answering the question that his dad just asked. 

With a smile, Wonwoo entered the bathroom to freshen up while Mingyu began to change Chan. “Ready, little boy?” Mingyu murmured softly while his hands gently lifted Chan’s legs to unfasten the old diapers. Chan felt the change and let out a little giggle, kicking his tiny feet in the air with excitement. 

With a gentle flick of his wrist, Mingyu removed the soiled diaper and quickly reached for the wet wipes to clean Chan. Ensuring that Chan was fresh and comfortable, Mingyu reached out for a clean diaper and slid it underneath Chan’s bottom, before fastening the sides snugly. 

“Almost done, buddy!” Mingyu spoke in a quiet, soothing tone, chatting with Chan as if they were having a conversation. 

Once he had secured the diapers, Mingyu grabbed the onesie that Wonwoo had placed on the changing table - a soft, pastel yellow with a green T-Rex on it - and gently pulled over Chan’s head and getting his arms and legs ready for the onesie. 

“You’re all done!” Mingyu smiled as he looked down at Chan, now dressed in his fresh clothes and the little one gazing up at him brightly. His heart is full as he lifted Chan back into his arms and held him close for a moment, savouring the feeling of his tiny body against him. His heart swelled with a quiet sense of pride and affection. At this moment, nothing else mattered as much other than his family. 

“Oh, you’re done?!” Wonwoo walked out of the shower, the soft scent of shampoo still lingering in the air and his damp hair clinging to his shoulders. Ruffling his hair with a towel, he asked, “I thought you’d still be fumbling with Chan’s diapers.” 

Mingyu put Chan in his baby cot and walked towards Wonwoo, before making him sit on the chair by the dressing table. Grabbing the hairdryer, Mingyu turned it on and the warm air filled the room. He moved behind Wonwoo, gently brushing stray locks of hair out of the way and began working through his damp hair with careful strokes. 

As Mingyu worked his wonders, Wonwoo couldn’t help but watch him through the mirror. Mingyu’s brows furrowed in concentration as he worked the hairdryer through Wonwoo’s hair. The way Mingyu’s hands moved had a tenderness that made Wonwoo’s heart soften. Mingyu’s lips were slightly pursed and a smile quietly tugged at the corners of his mouth when their eyes met in the mirror. 

Wonwoo’s gaze lingered on Mingyu’s profile and he thought to himself, “I miss this so much.” A smile emerged on Wonwoo’s face and they both caught each other’s sight in the mirror. Mingyu’s smile grew as he continued on his mission. 

As Mingyu finished drying Wonwoo’s hair, he stared at Wonwoo through the mirror while putting the hairdryer back. “I miss this too, baby.” 

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, “How did you know I was thinking about the same thing?!”

Mingyu chuckled, “I just knew” and shrugged his shoulders with a smug. 

“Also, to answer your question earlier on why I’m so fast in handling Chan. Did you forget that I was basically the nanny to my niece when my sister was at work?” Mingyu gently flicked Wonwoo’s forehead when he realised that Wonwoo remembered that forgotten memory. 

Wonwoo giggled and stuck his tongue out. “Don’t be too cute, baby. I know you need to go to work.” Mingyu held Wonwoo’s shoulder firmly and saw how Wonwoo blushed at his sentence. 

“YA!” Wonwoo stood up abruptly and shoved Mingyu off, before heading to the wardrobe to grab his clothes to change. Mingyu laughed at Wonwoo’s reaction and went back to Chan, who was lying in his cot and waiting for his parents to pay attention to him. 

“Your Appa is shy,” As if Chan understood the meaning, Mingyu carried Chan into his arms and waited for Wonwoo to be done. 

Once Wonwoo had changed, he hurriedly got ready both his and Chan’s belongings and rambled, “Okay, we got to go now if not I’ll be late.” 

“Yes Sir!” Wonwoo chuckled at Mingyu’s response and both men put on their shoes and shared one last kiss before heading out. Meanwhile, Chan is still in his Papa’s arms, looking curiously at both his parents. 

//

“Hyung!! How is Chan? What happened?!!!!” Seokmin’s loud voice can be heard even before Wonwoo and Mingyu stepped into the cafe. 

“He’s alright! Don’t worry!” Wonwoo walked in through the main door and answered Seokmin while putting his belongings on the table. “Little boy here couldn’t stop moving on the baby bouncer and ended up felling out of it, bumped his head on the floor and scored himself a scar on his forehead.” 

Both Seokmin and Joshua over to Mingyu to look at Chan and were relieved when Chan was giggling at the sight of two frantic men, appearing in front of him. “Thank goodness he’s okay.” Seokmin sighed. 

“Yeah, he’s fine. I was just shocked to see blood and I lost my mind for awhile.” Wonwoo laughed. “Min ah, can you bring Chan to the nanny while I place his stuff into the locker? The nanny is in the playroom with Minseo.” And Wonwoo left. 

Mingyu nodded but before he left, he saw how the couple looked at him weirdly. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Min?” Seokmin gave a puzzled look. 

“That’s me. Why?”

“What he meant was… you two are okay now?” Joshua smacked Seokmin on his arm, making him yell in pain. 

“Oh, yeah. We talked it out yesterday and we are fine now.” Mingyu smiled while patting Chan. 

“That’s great to know.” Joshua smiled. “From now onwards, please be there for the both of them. They really need you.” Joshua added on, with a serious tone. 

“Of course, hyung. They are the most important people to me right now.” Mingyu answered firmly. 

“You better be! If I know that you’re going to be a jerk to hyung again, I’m gonna break your legs!” Seokmin “threatened” Mingyu, with his eyes wide open. 

“SEOKMIN!” Joshua pulled Seokmin back to him and was about to apologize before Mingyu interrupted, “Definitely. Things like that would not happened before.” 

“I’m glad you know.” Seokmin stared at Mingyu for awhile before breaking the gaze. “Please let Wonwoo hyung be happy. He had suffered a lot.” 

“Yes, I will. And thank you for always being there for them.” Mingyu nodded and thanked the couple. 

“Don’t mention it. We’re family anyway.” Joshua replied, only to realise that Chan had fallen asleep in Mingyu’s embrace. “I think our baby Chan here is sleepy. Bring him in to find the nanny so that she can help take care of Chan.” Mingyu walked into the playroom and the nanny brought Chan to the cot. 

By the time Mingyu left the playroom, Wonwoo was already by the counter, getting ready to receive the first customer of the day. Mingyu, sitting in the corner in the cafe, casually sipping his coffee away while watching his beloved serving the customers with pride. The soft hum of conversations and the music playing faded into the background as he focused on Wonwoo’s movements. 

There was something comforting about watching Wonwoo like this and most importantly, Wonwoo looked content and Mingyu couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude washed over him. Grateful not only for their second chance, but also for moments like this where he could be near Wonwoo. 

Wonwoo happened to glance up and caught Mingyu’s eye, a soft smile tugged at his lips and it filled Mingyu with warmth. For everything that led to this moment, Mingyu said his silent prayers and thanks to Wonwoo and the people who have helped him throughout this journey. He knew he had more work to do, and more effort to show Wonwoo’s love; but for now, he was totally sure what he wanted, and where he wanted to be. 

“Min!” Wonwoo waved his hands in front of Mingyu but he was too far in his own land. “Min ah!” Wonwoo tapped him on his shoulder and Mingyu flinched. 

“Oh baby, you scared me!” Mingyu flashed his toothy smile at Wonwoo as Wonwoo took a seat. 

“I called you so many times, what were you thinking?” Wonwoo side-eyed him instead. 

“Oops, sorry” Mingyu stuck out his tongue. “Thinking about how thankful I am to be here and to be with you.” He stretched his hands across the table to hold onto Wonwoo’s hands and stroked his knuckles. 

“Silly boy,” Wonwoo held Mingyu’s hands in return and smiled. “Shall we bring Chan back and have our lunch?” Wonwoo asked. 

“Oh you’re done with your shift?” 

“Yeah, I’m doing the morning shift today and it’s already 1 pm, so I can leave.” 

“Okay! Let’s go!” Heading to the playroom, both daddies were pleased to see Chan having his tummy time with the nanny interacting with him. “Looks like our young man is having his favourite time,” Mingyu cooed at the situation he saw and Chan seemed to have identified his father’s voice and looked towards the voice of Mingyu. 

“Yes, Chan loves his tummy time and look, he recognised you!” Nanny replied Mingyu and watched how Mingyu leaned down to scoop Chan into his arms, leaving Chan giggling on his chest. Wonwoo gave a hearty laugh and went to grab Chan’s belongings before thanking the nanny and leaving the cafe. 

The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the quiet street as both daddies walked side by side, towards their home. With Chan strapped in the baby carrier that Mingyu was wearing, he looked around, curiously with his cheeks flushed under the warmth of the sun. Wonwoo walked closely beside Mingyu, his fingers brushing against his as they strolled down the street. Occasionally glancing at their child, he leaned in closer, making sure that Chan was still comfortable, before stealing a glance at Mingyu. 

As they approached their front door, Mingyu slowed his pace, letting Wonwoo open it and they stepped inside. With the soft creak of their door closing behind them, Wonwoo whispered, “Welcome home” before unbuckling the baby carrier from Mingyu. Mingyu smiled, and gave a gentle peck on Wonwoo’s forehead before letting Wonwoo carry Dino away. 

Placing Chan on the playmats in the living room, Mingyu sank down beside Chan, stretching his legs out and leaning back onto the sofa. With a content smile, he watched how Chan crawled towards the soft toys scattered across the mats and reached out with his tiny hands. 

Chan’s giggles bubbled up and Mingyu couldn’t help but laugh softly, totally captivated by the innocence of it. He moved towards where Chan was and lay flat on his stomach, imitating how Chan was. 

Meanwhile, Wonwoo moved gracefully around the room as he placed his belongings back to where it was supposed to be. Looking over at the playmats, he saw how Mingyu was enjoying his time with Chan, he said, “Min, I’m going to shower. Look after him ya?” 

“Okay!” Mingyu answered loudly, before returning to play with Chan. Wonwoo let out a cute smile before taking his towel and entering the bathroom. 

The day went by in a flash and Mingyu had finished preparing dinner for the family. “Baby, it’s time to eat. Come over!” He called from the kitchen, hoping that Wonwoo had heard him from the bedroom. 

Minutes later, Wonwoo popped into the dining area with little Chan resting in his arms. “Thank you, Min ah” and Wonwoo sat down on the chair, getting ready to dig in. “Come, let me put Chan onto the baby chair, so that you can eat properly,” And Mingyu took Chan over, buckling him onto the chair. 

Chan blabbered in his own language and Mingyu answered, “Yes young man. You’re gonna be sitting here so Appa can eat. Papa will feed you your food, don’t worry” Chan seemed to have understood what Mingyu had said and slapped his tiny hands onto the little table in front of him while kicking his tiny feet. 

At the same time, Wonwoo was enjoying the dinner that Mingyu had prepared while watching how Mingyu gently scooped the pureed food into Chan’s mouth, and wiping little spills with his pinky. Chan smiled, occasionally gurgling in delight as he tasted new flavours while Mingyu responded as if they were having a real conversation. 

Soon enough, the night deepened and Mingyu tucked Chan back into his cot, before covering him with his dinosaur blanket. With the house quiet, Mingyu and Wonwoo shared a peaceful movement in the soft glow of the nightlight before finally heading to their own bed. 

They settled under the covers together, and as they turned towards each other, a gush of warmth filled them. Wonwoo laid his head on Mingyu’s chest while Mingyu’s arms tucked Wonwoo in tightly. The steady rise and fall of Mingyu’s breath makes a soothing rhythm in the stillness of the room.

“Min ah,” After a pause, Wonwoo softly broke the silence. 

“Mm?” Mingyu absentmindedly stroked Wonwoo’s hair. 

“What if I tell you I don’t want to move back to Korea just yet?” Wonwoo felt a pause in his head and looked up at Mingyu worriedly. Staying silent for a moment, Wonwoo held his breath, unsure of how Mingyu would respond. 

He hurriedly pushed himself up before dropping down into Mingyu’s embrace once again. “I understand,” he said while tracing gentle patterns on Wonwoo’s back. “I know how important this place holds for you, and as long as I’m with you, the place doesn’t matter.” 

Wonwoo hugged Mingyu tightly and snuggled onto Mingyu’s neck. “I just want Chan to experience this place and for me to be with him through every moment of his first year.” 

“Mmm,” Mingyu kissed Wonwoo’s head. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you, wherever you are.” Wonwoo sighed in relief, a weight lifting from his chest as he felt Mingyu’s warmth and understanding embrace him. He closed his eyes, comforted by the thought and the love he felt from Mingyu. Lying there in peaceful silence, they fell into a deep slumber, letting whatever the future guided them through. 

// 

“Hyung” Mingyu called out in his deep voice. “Can I take a few months off from work? Wonwoo wants to stay in Hokkaido, at least till Chan’s first birthday. And I want to be with him.” Fidgeting with the pen, he twirled around while waiting for Seungcheol’s answer. 

“Sure, don’t worry that much. You’ve been working hard for these few years and taking a few months off is not going to be that bad.” Looking at Jeonghan who was sitting opposite him, Seungcheol stirred the cup of coffee and answered. 

“Thank you, Hyung!” Mingyu responded with a hearty laugh and ended the call. 

“Seungcheol ah, thank you so much. This would mean so much for Wonwoo and Chan.” Jeonghan said, while beaming with happiness. “But will you be too overwhelmed at work?” 

Seungcheol shook his head and stood up from his seat, before walking over to Jeonghan and towering over him. “Don’t worry,” Cupping Jeonghan’s cheeks, Seungcheol continued. “I will be okay, with you beside me. Are you going to help me? Hmm?” 

Jeonghan felt his heart race as he felt Seungcheol’s touch. It had been years since they had last been this close, and yet, at that moment, it felt like no time had passed at all. Jeonghan’s breath hitched, and his cheeks reddened even more, with his heart pounding even louder. He instinctively looked down, trying to mask the sudden wave of embarrassment that rushed over him. But Seungcheol’s soft, knowing smile made it impossible to look away for long. 

Jeonghan’s eyes flickered up, meeting Seungcheol’s gaze. Letting out a nervous laugh, he stammered, “I… uh… I didn’t expect… this,” still feeling the heat of the blush on his cheeks. His hands fidgeted awkwardly on the table, unsure what to do with them. 

Seungcheol chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. “You’re still as easy to be shy as you were before,” he teased gently, his thumb brushing along Jeonghan’s cheeks in a gesture that felt both intimate and comforting. 

Seungcheol continued to lean in, and whispered, “Will you stay beside me now?” 

As Jeonghan sat there, he felt his heart aching as he thought back to why they had broken up in the first place… 

—

“I am going to London to expand the business by the end of this month, are you going to be with me?” Seungcheol asked casually on their usual date. 

“Cheol ah, you know I can’t. You know I have my own business in Korea, and I will not be able to achieve this in other countries.” Looking far away, Jeonghan muttered. 

“But both of us are not going to do well with long distance.” Seungcheol grabbed hold of Jeonghan’s shoulders and made him look into his eyes. 

“I know that…” Jeonghan whispered, with tears welling up in his eyes. “And I don’t want to hold you back…” His voice faltered as he struggled to continue. 

“Why not…” Jeonghan’s throat tightened as the words felt like they were stuck in his throat, heavier than he could bear. Seungcheol could predict what could happen and held Jeonghan’s shoulder even tighter. 

“Let’s… take… a break,” The words hung in the air between them and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. Seungcheol’s eyes were red instantly, hurt flashing across his face and it caused Jeonghan’s heart to shatter at this sight. 

“We love each other so much,” Jeonghan muttered, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his cheeks. “But we’re holding each other back. You have your future ahead of you, and I have mine. It’s not fair to either of us to try and make this work when we can’t truly be there for each other the way we deserve.” 

Taking a deep breath, Jeonghan continued, “You deserve to chase your dreams and I want for mine. Let’s meet again, one day when both of us are successful.” His sobs were quiet but shaking his entire body and the weight of it all crushed him. 

“Hannie, don’t cry. I know you, and I know this is not an easy option to choose.” Seungcheol wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. There was no anger, no resentment; just a deep, painful understanding. “This decision is inevitable and we know it from the beginning of our relationship.” 

Jeonghan nodded and shut his eyes. 

“We still have 3 weeks before the end of the month. Let us treasure the time we have before we have to stay apart, hmm?” Seungcheol cupped Jeonghan’s cheeks and asked. 

“Mmm” and Jeonghan leaned forward onto Seungcheol and placed his head onto his shoulders. “I love you, no matter what,” Jeonghan muttered. 

“I love you too, you know that.” Seungcheol replied, and gave Jeonghan a peck on his head. 

//

“Hannie?” Seungcheol saw how Jeonghan was lost in his thoughts and got worried for a second. “Hannie, love…” Seungcheol called out again - this time round shaking Jeonghan’s shoulders gently. 

“Huh..?” Jeonghan let out a shaky breath, with the weight of the past and present intertwining. 

“Are you okay?” Seungcheol knelt down in front of him, to check on Jeonghan. “Hannie.. Love, what were you thinking? Hmm?”

“Love?” Jeonghan thought he heard wrongly until Seungcheol gave his usual gummy smile. 

“Yeah, I called you.” 

“I…” Jeonghan held onto Seungcheol’s hands and trembled. “I thought… you had moved on… Since… Since we have not been talking for the past few years…” 

“Oh Hannie.” Seungcheol stood up and lifted Jeonghan with him. Pulling him into a tight hug, he stroked Jeonghan’s hair while continuing. “I have never stopped loving you. You said to meet when we are successful, so I dived straight into work and made sure that I have succeeded.” 

Jeonghan wrapped his arms tightly around Seungcheol’s waist and took a deep breath on his shoulders. With Seungcheol standing so close, the familiar warmth of their touch made Jeonghan realise how much he had been suppressing. His feelings towards Seungcheol had never truly faded and he has been, and always in love with Seungcheol. 

He swallowed hard and with his heart fluttering in his chest, he looked up at Seungcheol firmly, “Me too, I have never stopped loving you.” 

“Hannie!” Seungcheol smiled, with his eyes sparkling with joy that brightened up Seungcheol’s office. “Does that mean we can try again and start afresh?!” 

Jeonghan’s heart swelled with joy as he snuggled on Seungcheol’s chest. He nodded profusely while saying out loud, “Yes yes yes! I want nothing more than to be with you. Now that you’re back, I don’t want to lose you again!” 

“Oh my gosh, you never knew how long I’ve been waiting for this. Hannie ah,” Seungcheol lifted Jeonghan’s head and kissed him deeply on his lips. 

The kiss between both of them was an overwhelming rush of emotions, tenderness and relief. The years apart seemed to melt away in an instant and the touch of their lips sent a jolt of warmth and recognition through their bodies. It was as if this kiss was the missing puzzle piece to something that had always been unfinished, and now it’s finally whole again. 

Jeonghan’s pulse quickened as he felt Seungcheol’s lips pressed against him as if to reassure him that this entire intimacy and feelings were real - that they were finally back. The kiss deepened naturally - there was no need for words as their hearts said everything. Seungcheol’s hands found their way to Jeonghan’s face, cupping it gently as though afraid that if he let go, he might lose him once again. 

Jeonghan responded with equal intensity, his hands pulling Seungcheol closer, bringing him into the warmth of their embrace. Time seemed to have paused between them as if letting them share and treasure this second chance. The kiss felt like it was filled with the yearning for everything that they had both kept hidden away for long. 

As the kiss lingered, a soft sigh escaped Jeonghan, a mix of relief and overwhelming emotion. Seungcheol’s lips pulled away just slightly, with their foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. 

“I love you, Hannie,” Seungcheol gave a quick peck on Jeonghan’s nose and Jeonghan smiled. In that moment, Jeonghan knew that no matter how much time had passed, no matter the distance between them, they were always meant to be together. The kiss had sealed that truth, the undeniable connection that no amount of time could erase. 

“I love you too, Cheol,” Jeonghan buried his face into the crook of Seungcheol’s neck, sniffing in the cologne that Seungcheol sprayed on, relaxing in his embrace. 

I love you,
3 words, 8 letters only
yet so precious :) 

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY URI KIM CHAN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” 

Chan, sitting on a high chair and dressed in a swift otter-print onesie, scanned the cafe with his big eyes, taking in all the familiar faces and decorations around him. 

Today, was a milestone like no one: CHAN’S VERY FIRST BIRTHDAY!

The cafe was closed for celebration and the theme was otterly adorable. The cafe was transformed into a playful riverside wonderland, with soft blue and teal table cloths and tiny plush otters peeking out from shelves and table tops. A banner stretched across the wall behind Chan, reading: “Otterly One-derful: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHAN!” 

The cake, topped with a tiny fondant otter, was placed in front of Chan. The candle flickered, casting a soft glow on Chan’s round cheeks. Wonwoo and Mingyu stood on either side of Chan, and their hands rested gently on his little shoulders. A proud smile stretched across his face as he looked down at Chan, marveling at how quickly a whole year had passed. Mingyu, standing close, gently stroked Chan’s soft hair, his heart swelling with love as he glanced between Wonwoo and Chan, taking in the beautiful moment. 

As the song reached its final note, everyone clapped and cheered, laughter echoing through the cafe. Chan let out a tiny giggle and his tiny hands clapping along with the crowd. 

“Alright, little boy, time to make a wish!” Wonwoo said softly, crouching beside him. Chan mimicked Wonwoo’s actions and closed his eyes while “making” a wish. 

Mingyu leaned in, “Let’s blow out the candle together.” 

With a little help from the fathers, Chan puffed a tiny breath - just enough to make the flame flicker before both his fathers joined in to blow it out completely. The cafe erupted in cheers and Chan beamed, his laughter like music to their ears. Laughter and camera flashes filled the room as adults captured the scene. Everyone couldn’t help but smile, watching the pure joy and love unfold. 

With the cake cut, people either stood around the cafe or found a spot to mingle around. 

“Hyung, thank you so much for coming!” Wonwoo walked up to Jeonghan and Seungcheol, who were in a corner, watching the slideshow of Chan’s first year playing on the projector screen. 

“Wonwoo ya” Jeonghan patted the chair beside him, and signalled Wonwoo to sit down. “Thank you for inviting us and I’m so happy to see that Mingyu and you are doing so well!” 

“If it’s not for you all, I don’t think there will be a happy ending between me and him.” 

“Don’t say like this. I’m your friend, and I’m here to help, whatever the reason is.” Jeonghan patted Wonwoo’s head. “Not to forget, this guy too.” Seungcheol laughed when Jeonghan pointed at Seungcheol. 

“Definitely! No matter what, we’re here and we will always lend a helping hand.” Seungcheol held onto Jeonghan’s hand and replied. 

“Us too! Don’t leave us out!!!!” Before Hoshi can be seen, the three men hear Hoshi’s loud voice while pulling Jihoon over. 

“Yes, yes, how will I forget both of you?” Wonwoo laughed when he saw how speechless Jihoon was. 

“I think I need to treat everybody, including Vernon, Joshua, Seokmin, Seungkwan and even Dr Moon a big meal for everything, when we’re back in Korea.” And everyone laughed. 

As the party wound down, everyone started gathering together and taking group photos to conclude the night. With full bellies and warm hearts, everyone started saying their goodbyes and picking up the party favours that the fathers had prepared—mini plush otters and personalized thank-you notes that read, “Thank you for making my first year utterly amazing!”

Chan, now exhausted from the excitement, nestled into Wonwoo’s arms, his eyes fluttering shut as Wonwoo walked around to bid farewell to everyone and started clearing up the mess. 

“Wonwoo ah, go home with Mingyu and Chan. Leave the packing to us.” Joshua removed the cups from Wonwoo’s hands and said. 

“Really? But there’s a lot to clear.” At the same moment, Chan started to struggle in Wonwoo’s embrace as he felt discomfort sleeping in that position. 

“Yeah, go ahead. Don’t worry so much.” Seokmin walked up and patted Wonwoo’s shoulders. 

“Okay then, thank you so much!!!” Wonwoo bowed while holding onto Chan and walked towards Mingyu, who was talking to Seungcheol. 

“Min, let’s go. Joshua and Seokmin will be helping us to clear up. Chan wants to sleep.” Wonwoo somehow managed to carry Chan and Chan hid his head in Wonwoo’s neck. 

“Go ahead, you two. We will help them.” Jeonghan added on. 

“Thank you, hyungs!” Mingyu smiled and hurried back to grab their bags before thanking Joshua and Seokmin and left with Wonwoo.

Looking at the back view of the family, Jeonghan couldn’t help but smile and said, “I’m so thankful fate brought them back together and that they are so happy right now.” 

Seungcheol ruffled Jeonghan’s hair and held Jeonghan’s hand tightly. “Thanks to them, we are able to be together again.” 

A faint smile tugged at Jeonghan’s lips and his gaze, full of emotion, locked onto Seungcheol’s. In that stillness, his eyes shimmered, not with tears but with gratitude and an unspoken understanding of everything they had endured. Grabbing Seungcheol’s hand, he held back tightly. No more words were needed - the love in his eyes said it all. 

//

*1 month later*

“I’m going to miss you so badly, Wonu hyung…” Seokmin locked his arms around Wonwoo’s body, with his face scrunched up with tears. “When you’re not around, who is going to bicker with me? Who is going to laugh at my jokes? Who is going to answer Minsoo’s random question?” 

Wonwoo laughed at Seokmin’s comments. “I’m not gone forever. I’m just moving back to Seoul, and it’s only a 2-hour flight. We can fly to each other any time! Silly boy!” 

Standing in front of the departure gate, Seokmin was still pulling Wonwoo into a tight embrace and refused to let go. “Baby, Wonwoo has to go. We can visit him any time, remember?!” Joshua pulled Seokmin out from the hug and whispered, “Did you forget?” 

“Oh right!” Seokmin muttered and let go of Wonwoo immediately. “Promise me that you’ll call frequently!! I want updates on Chan too.” Seokmin gave his best puppy eyes to Wonwoo, which made everyone laugh. 

“Silly. Yes, I will.” 

Just then, the boarding announcement was made. Knowing it’s time to leave, Wonwoo gave a big, tight hug to Joshua, Seokmin and Vernon while Mingyu got Chan to wave goodbye to everyone. (Seungkwan wasn’t able to send the family off as he had to work.) 

Waving their goodbyes, the family went into the departure gate and boarded the plane back to Seoul. 

2 hours and they’re finally back in Seoul. As they walked out of the arrival gate, they saw how Hoshi was bouncing up and down, waiting anxiously while Jihoon was trying to cover himself from the secondhand embarrassment and Jeonghan and Seungcheol were laughing at Hoshi’s behaviour. 

“WONWOO YAAAAA!” Hoshi shouted and this time round, Jihoon shushed him by covering his mouth. “Omg Kwon Soon Young! You’re too loud. Keep quiet!!” Hoshi laughed into Jihoon’s hand and nodded before Jihoon removed his hand. 

“Oh gosh, Hoshi. I could hear you all the way inside.” Wonwoo walked up to everyone while pushing the luggage cart. 

“Welcome back, Wonwoo! Where’s Chan?” Jeonghan asked. 

“Chan needed to change his diaper, so Mingyu went to change him. They should be coming out soon,” Wonwoo replied. 

“Daddy duties huh,” Jeonghan smirked. 

“Hahahahha! Chan decided to have a good bonding time with his Papa.” Wonwoo replied with a knowing look. 

Just then, the door slid open again and there they were - Mingyu carrying a well-bundled Chan in his arms. 

“Hey!” Mingyu greeted, shifting the diaper bag on his shoulder. “Sorry that took awhile, had a little situation to handle.” 

Chan laughed in Mingyu’s embrace, waving his arms at Wonwoo. 

Everyone laughed, closing in to welcome the family properly. “Alright, I guess you guys are tired. Let’s go now!” Seungcheol signaled to everyone, tilting his head towards the parking lot. 

“Thank you, Hyung!” Mingyu thanked his ever-supportive boss-friend. 

Walking towards the parking lot, Jihoon and Hoshi helped with the luggage while walking beside Wonwoo, listening to his updates for the past month, after Chan’s birthday party. 

“It’s all so surreal. At one point, I was in Seoul only to find myself in Hokkaido for a year and back to Seoul again.” Wonwoo chuckled. 

“Yeah, this all felt like a dream,” Jihoon continued.

“How are you, though, Won ah?” Hoshi asked. 

“Honestly, I’m good, like really good. With Mingyu beside me, I think all is good. No doubt I am still scared, but Mingyu is here and that’s what it all matters.” Wonwoo looked back and saw Mingyu carrying Chan effortlessly in his arms while chatting with the rest. His voice was relaxed, his laughter soft as he bounced Chan lightly, keeping him entertained. 

Wonwoo’s heart swelled. It was such a simple moment, although he had waited for so long for this to happen. He felt love, so love from Mingyu. 

As if sensing Wonwoo’s gaze, Mingyu looked up and met Wonwoo’s eyes. A smile, knowing smile tugged at his lips. Wonwoo smiled back, feeling his chest tighten in the best way possible. 

“Hello, lovebirds,” Hoshi called, snapping them out of their moment. “We’ve reached the car, ya,” 

Wonwoo gasped and turned to hit Hoshi on the shoulder. “Ouch, what!?” Hoshi yelled. 

“Meh”, Wonwoo smirked. 

“Quit teasing my baby.” Mingyu came up and pulled Wonwoo into his chest. 

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” Everyone chuckled, which made Wonwoo’s face blush. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s go!” Seungcheol stepped in to open the boot so he could take out the baby seat for little Chan to sit in. 

With some expert maneuvering, Mingyu secured Chan’s cat seat while everyone else piled into Seungcheol’s car. The luggage fit snugly into the boot, and soon they were driving down the highway, with the city lights flickering outside the windows. 

As Seungcheol drove, Jeonghan sat in the passenger seat beside him, fiddling with the radio until a soft, mellow tune played through the speakers. 

In the back, Wonwoo sat next to Chan’s baby seat, while Mingyu sat beside them, with Jihoon and Hoshi squeezed in the back row, already lost in the conversation about something ridiculous. 

The car ride was filled with easy chatter, stories overlapping as they tried to catch up with one another on things that they had missed. Meanwhile, Chan, snug in his seat, let out a few soft babbles before his eyelids grew heavier. The rhythmic motion of the car, combined with the gentle hum of voices around him, lulled him into sleep. His tiny chest rose and fell steadily, with his hand still slightly curled from where he had reached for Wonwoo earlier. 

Wonwoo’s gaze softened as he watched him. “He’s out.” Mingyu must have noticed because he had leaned in slightly. 

Wonwoo nodded, reaching out to brush a stray curl from Chan’s forehead, and gave a little kiss on his head. 

The exhaustion of travel was still there, but so was this quiet contentment. He sighed softly, leaning towards Mingyu and putting his head onto Mingyu’s shoulder, letting the warmth of the moment settle deep in his bones. 

“Get some rest. It will take about 30 minutes before we reach your house. We’ll be having dinner at Cheol’s house later.” Jeonghan turned back to look at Wonwoo. 

“Hyung is cooking today?!!! This is a historical moment!” Hoshi gasped dramatically. 

“YA!” Seungchol protested. “I cook okay!” 

More laughter filled the car as it continued winding down the long streets. 

//

40 minutes into the ride, Seungcheol pulled up in front of Mingyu and Wonwoo’s apartment. Wonwoo stared out of the window, breath catching in his throat. The familiar alley, the front door he had walked through countless times, it remained the same; yet this time it was different. 

This time, he isn’t alone anymore. 

Mingyu let out a slow breath beside him, hands wrapping around Wonwoo’s. Wonwoo turned to look at him, catching the flicker of emotions in his eyes - relief, love, and something deeper. 

More than a year. It had been more than a year since he last stepped into this house. When he realised that he was pregnant till he returned, it’s more than a year. “Will everything be good from now?” Wonwoo thought. 

He swallowed hard, fingers tightening around Mingyu’s hand. “I’m here, always," He said. “You’re ready?” He asked softly. 

Wonwoo exhaled, then nodded. Everyone seemed to notice Wonwoo’s emotions and waited quietly in the car. 

They stepped out of the car, with the night air crisp against their skin. While others are helping to grab their luggage, Wonwoo unbuckled Chan from his seat. As he lifted Chan into his arms, Chan stirred slightly, tiny face scrunching before settling against Wonwoo’s chest. 

Stepping out of the car, Wonwoo paused in front of the door, taking it all in. 

The front door still has the stickers of a black cat and a golden retriever. The doormat was still the same, slightly frayed at the edges. When Mingyu unlocked the door, Wonwoo noticed the change in the passcode. 

“Min, passcode?” Wonwoo asked. 

“Yeap, I’ve changed it. A fresh start, isn’t it?” Mingyu smiled. While opening the door. 

“Thank you, Min ah,” Wonwoo whispered. “0211 - Thank you for using Chan’s birthday as the passcode.” Wonwoo thought and stepped into the home that he hadn’t been in for over a year. 

Everything looks the same - Wonwoo’s jacket is still on the couch; the Nintendo Switch is still on the coffee table.  

“How is everything still so clean?” Wonwoo asked. 

“Mingyu ah,” Everyone walked in with all the luggage and Hoshi said, “Despite being away, he had the part-time helper to do some simple cleaning. But the only condition is not to touch any of the things around the house.” 

Looking at Mingyu, his chest tightened with all the love, making him believe that it’s alright to fall even deeper in love with Mingyu. “Welcome home, my love.” Mingyu pulled Wonwoo into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple. 

Chan decided to wake up and let out a small whimper as he stirred in his dad’s arms. “Oh, someone’s waking up for real,” Mingyu said. 

Chan turned his head towards the sound of Mingyu’s voice and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his face. He babbled something incoherent and suddenly, he was wide alert. Looking around, his mouth popped open in a little “O” of surprise as he looked around. His gaze darted everywhere, fascinated by every detail. Then, as if making up his mind, he let out a determined squeal and twisted in his dad’s arms. 

“Oh,” Wonwoo laughed. “Someone’s on the move.” 

Chan crawled forward excitedly, his tiny hands patting the wooden floor as he explored this strange new place. He made a beeline to the blue couch in the living room, reaching up as if to test if he can pull himself up. 

Everyone was awed at Chan’s actions and started to put down the bags and luggage that they were holding. 

Mingyu crouched beside Chan, grinning. “Welcome home, little man.” 

Chan turned his head at the sound of Mingyu’s voice and clapped his hands, letting out an excited giggle before reaching for Mingyu’s leg, trying to stand. 

“Oh, someone’s definitely claiming this place,” Jeonghan commented, watching with amusement. 

“Hope you have baby-proofed everything, Mingyu ah,” Jihoon smirked. 

Wonwoo exhaled, watching his son’s pure and unfiltered excitement. “He really likes this place.” He exclaimed.

Mingyu bent down to scoop Chan up before he wobbled anywhere further, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You like it, Chan ah?” 

Chan babbled again, as if replying to his dad before squirming to be put down. He wasn’t tired anymore - he wanted to explore. 

“Leave Chan to us. The two of you go and freshen up.” Jeonghan went up to Mingyu to carry Chan away, which Chan gladly fell into uncle Jeonghan’s embrace. 

“Thanks, Hyung!” Mingyu answered before pulling Wonwoo into their bedroom. 

Seungcheol crouched down to Chan’s eye level, “Alright, little dude. What do you want to do?”

Chan smiled at him and blabbered. 

“He’s only 1. He can’t tell you exactly what he wants yet, my love.” Jeonghan booped Chan’s nose while answering his boyfriend. 

“Then what should we do?” Chan has started struggling in Jeonghan’s arms, trying to escape to crawl around. 

“Watch and learn,” Hoshi said and grabbed the colourful plastic cups from the kitchen. He started stacking the cups into a small tower, one by one, on the floor. 

Chan’s eyes lit up and he stretched his hands, wanting to go near the cups. Jeonghan then lowered himself and sat down on the floor with Chan in front of him. 

The moment the last cup was placed, Hoshi smiled. “And now…” He dramatically knocked the tower over, shouting, “YAY!” 

Chan gasped. Then, a slow, delighted giggle bubbled out of him. 

Seungcheol said, “He likes it!” 

Hoshi immediately grabbed the cups and began restacking them. Each time they knocked over the cups, Chan raised his hands together and screamed. 

Then out of nowhere, Chan decided to up the game. Instead of waiting for the uncles to knock the tower down, Chan leaned forward and smacked it himself. The uncles went silent while Chan burst into the loudest and happiest laughter they had ever heard. 

Jihoon was secretly recording the entire play time and was beaming to himself whenever Chan laughed. Jeonghan clutched his chest and exclaimed, “Oh my, that was soooooo adorable.” 

“Told you we could handle him,” Hoshi smirked. 

Just then, the bedroom door creaked open with both Mingyu and Wonwoo stepping out, both looking visibly refreshed. As they walked out, Chan decided to push the tower of cups again, and bursting into the loudest laughter ever. 

“Wow, looks like you guys are having a great time huh?” Wonwoo asked while sitting beside little Chan, who was pulling Hoshi’s hands towards the cups. 

“Of course!” The others exclaimed. 

“Looks like we got ourselves a solid babysitting team”, Mingyu grinned, as he sat on the other side of Chan. 

“Obviously!” Jeonghan stood up from behind Chan and patted Wonwoo’s head. 

As laughter filled the room, Wonwoo felt a deep warmth settling in her chest. 

Coming home hadn’t just been about the house, but also everything like this. 

And Chan was also surrounded by the best kind. 

- - - - - - - - - - 

Sitting in the living room, baby Chan was busy crawling around the living room, touching everything in sight. His tiny hands patting every surface that he found, as if inspecting his new kingdom. 

At one corner, he found a box filled with plushies and began to squeal with excitement. 

“Why Chan?” Wonwoo turned to look at him, only to find that Chan was mesmerized at the plushies. 

“Oh this! I ordered these before we came back. I guess Auntie (part-time helper) had helped me to put them in a box. These are for our Chan!” Mingyu stepped up to explain and brought the box in front of Chan. 

Chan began to rummage through the box and saw a T-Rex plushie, and quickly brought it to his possession. He babbled while squeezing T-Rex closer to him, as if to express his love to everyone. 

“Awhh, Chan loves the T-Rex huh?” Jihoon mentioned. 

“Yah, of all the plushies, he chose T-Rex and only that.” Hoshi repeated. 

“I’m glad you love it, buddy” Mingyu gave a little peck on Chan’s cheek before returning to Wonwoo. Chan? Sitting on the floor and continued squishing T-Rex. 

Chan, after all his crawling and exploring, eventually made his way back to his parents, reaching up towards Wonwoo with grabby hands. 

“You want up?” Wonwoo asked, lifting him onto his lap. He snuggled into his chest with a happy sigh, tiny hands wrapping around the T-Rex plushie. 

Jeonghan watched them with a soft smile. “I still can’t believe that you guys have a baby now.” 

Ruffling Chan’s hair, Mingyu answered, “Tell me about it. When’s your turn ya??” Jeonghan let out a gasp and hid himself on Seungcheol’s shoulders while everyone laughed. 

For the next hour, everyone simply just existed in the comfort of home - talking, catching up and letting Chan play with the T-Rex plushie. 

At the end of the hour, Seungcheol clapped his hands together. “Alright. Let’s get going, shall we? Dinner at mine, remember?!” 

“HURRAY! LET’S GO, I’M HUNGRY”! Hoshi shouted while Chan imitated Hoshi’s actions by throwing his hands up in the air and kicking his legs. 

“Look, little man here agree with me. Let’s go!” Hoshi first stood up and everyone followed. 

Carrying Chan, Mingyu stood up. “Okay, okay, young man. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

Looking back, Mingyu pulled Wonwoo up from the couch. “Let’s go, babe.” 

Taking one last glance around the house, Wonwoo smiled and said, “Yup, let’s go!”

They were back. 

And life here was just beginning again.

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In the soft hush of early morning, just as the sunlight begins to slip through the curtains, a gentle patter-patter sounded across the bedroom floor. Chan, who had started to walk a few weeks ago, toddles out of the shadows on his wobbly legs, clutching his favourite T-rex plushie in one hand. 

Climbing out of his bed, he made his way towards the big bed where his parents were sleeping soundly. Shuffle, thump - each step is a tiny adventure for little Chan. His hair’s a little wild, and his pyjamas feet whispering across the wooden board. 

A sleepy giggle escaped as he plopped down for a second before pushing himself back up and continuing to walk towards his parents. At last, he reached the bed, resting his chubby hand on the mattress, eyes wide and hopeful, ready for snuggles and warmth. 

In the centre of the bed, Wonwoo and Mingyu were curled up close, wrapped in the quiet stillness of the morning. Totally oblivious to what’s going on in the room, their arms were entwined, breaths slow and warm, while being lost in their dreams. 

It wasn’t until a soft tippy-tap on the bed and giggles that Wonwoo stirred in his sleep. He blinked, turned and there by the edge of the bed, stood their little one, clutching his T-Rex plushie and swaying slightly, wide-eyed and smiling. His cheeks were still rosy from sleep and there was the smile that says “I want Appa”. 

Wonwoo smiled, and gently untangled himself from Mingyu’s embrace. Slipping out from the covers, he crouched down and scooped Chan up, nestling the little one against his chest. For a moment, time stilled with just the two of them in the soft morning glow and Chan’s head tucked beneath Wonwoo’s chin. 

Wonwoo rocked gently, humming something low and familiar. Chan giggled at the sound that his dad was making and grabbed onto the fabric of Wonwoo’s shirt. Then, behind them, the covers shifted again. Mingyu let out a moan and stirred in the covers. With his eyes fluttering open, he blinked slowly and caught sight of the scene - sitting at the edge of the bed, Wonwoo holding Chan close, both bathed in that soft sunlight basking into the room. A smile crept across Mingyu’s face as he crawled forward and hugged Wonwoo from the back. 

“Oh, looks like your papa is awake, Chan ah” Wonwoo shifted Chan in the direction of his dad and Chan’s face lit up with a great smile. 

“Ba-ba”, Chan said, clear and soft, like a bubble floating up into the stillness. Hands stretching forward to pull Mingyu’s hair. 

Both Wonwoo and Mingyu froze. Their eyes snapped to each other, wide with disbelief. 

“Did you…?” Wonwoo stuttered, blinking. 

“Was that…?” Mingyu whispered, hand halfway to his mouth. 

Chan looked at them innocently, with a big smile, as if saying how proud he is of himself. And then again, with a tiny grin, “Baba”

Mingyu let out a laugh - half joy, half shock - while Wonwoo’s mouth dropped open in awe. They exchanged stunned glances for only a second before pulling Chan into a full-family hug, laughing, exclaiming and kissing his soft cheeks in bursts of love and amazement. 

“Your first word,” Mingyu muttered, eyes misty. 

“You said baba”, Wonwoo grinned, heart completely full. “I did so much, and your first word is baba. Hmph.” Jokingly, he gave Chan’s chubby cheeks a light and silly squish, which made Chan burst out laughing. 

“Don’t be jealous.” Mingyu pulled Wonwoo into a tight embrace. “Him calling me just means that he wants me to do more, so that he can have you to him.” 

“Meh,” Wonwoo tickled Chan who was wriggling in his embrace. 

Mingyu laughed from behind them, enjoying the sweet moments that he is experiencing right now. With a playful sigh, Wonwoo set little Chan back onto the bed and took a big stretch. Chan imitated how his father was doing and Mingyu quickly took out his phone to record such moments. 

“Alright, buddy. Time to get moving,” and Wonwoo reached over to pick up Chan again. Letting out a sleepy yawn, he got onto his feet and went into the bathroom to help Chan wash up while Mingyu headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. 

The warm, inviting scent of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Mingyu set the table. Wonwoo first walked into the kitchen, while Chan wobbled behind him, with his eyes wide with curiosity, already trying to climb up the chair to grab the pancakes. 

“Not a chance, young man.” Mingyu scooped Chan away from the chair and brought him to his high chair before buckling him down. Chan retaliated by hitting the table in front of him while babbling, “Baba! Baba”. 

Mingyu grinned and placed a small plate of food in front of Chan, cutting the pancakes into bite-sized pieces. “There you go,” smiling at his little one who was still proudly basking in his new milestone “baba”. 

Wonwoo sat beside them, with his hand resting lightly on Chan’s back as he dug into his own plate. 

“Min ah, are you returning to work today?” Wonwoo asked after swallowing the pancake. 

“Yeah, it’s been awhile. Will you be okay?” Mingyu replied after sipping his coffee. 

“You’ll be back, right?” Wonwoo asked, while poking the pancake on his plate. 

“Yes, baby. I promise you I’ll be back before you know it.” Mingyu knelt before Wonwoo and cupped his cheeks. “You have my promise.” 

“O..kay. Chan and I will wait for you to come back. Maybe we will spend some time in the park and also drop by Hoshi’s dance studio to have a quick lunch with them.” 

“That sounds good. My phone will always be with me, call me when you miss me.” Glancing at the clock, Mingyu realized that it was almost time for him to head out. He quickly finished his last bite and headed to the washroom to wash up. 

Mingyu gulped down the last sip of the coffee before ruffling Chan’s hair and giving Wonwoo a peck on his cheek. “Okay, my babies. I gotta go. But I’ll be back before you know it.” 

Wonwoo nodded and gave Mingyu a quick kiss. “Drive safely. We’ll see you tonight?” 

“Definitely. Bye, baby. Bye, young man.” Mingyu grabbed his coat and bag as he headed for the door. “I love you both,” he called out as he stepped out. 

“I love you, too,” Wonwoo replied. Mingyu stood at the door and waved goodbye before closing it. Chan, oblivious to the departure of his dad, continued to play with his food. 

“Alright, buddy,” Wonwoo chuckled as the door closed. “Looks like it’s just you and me now.” He carried Chan up from the high chair before putting him into the playpen to clear the mess in the kitchen. 

“You shall stay here and play, while Papa cleans up, okay?” Chan seemed to understand what Wonwoo was saying and blabbered along. 

Switching on the music, Wonwoo left Chan to play while ensuring that the kitchen was clean before returning to Chan. They spent the whole morning playing in the playpen, singing nursery rhymes, and reading books that Chan didn’t have interest in. 

Time passed without them knowing and there was a sudden knock at the door. Wonwoo looked up, pausing for a moment before glancing at Chan, who was having a great time smashing the paper cups. He smiled before making his way to the door. When he opened it, there stood a delivery guy, holding a large bag of food. 

“Delivery for Mr Jeon Wonwoo?” The guy said with a friendly smile. 

Wonwoo blinked in surprise. “Umm, from who?” 

“Oh, from Mr Kim Mingyu?” The delivery guy said, while handing over the bags. “He also wanted me to tell you and your baby to enjoy the lunch!” 

Wonwoo’s face lit up. “Oh, thank you so much!” He took the bags before closing the door, smiling at the surprise. 

Just then, his phone rang and it was Mingyu. He hurriedly placed the bags onto the dining table before reaching for his phone and sitting beside Chan. 

“Look who’s calling, baby?” He said, holding the phone up as Chan’s curious eyes widened. 

“Hello my love!” Mingyu’s voice came through the speaker, his face lighting up from the screen. “How’s my favourite little one doing?” Chan immediately leaned forward, trying to touch the screen, and smiling at the sight of Mingyu’s face. “Did you miss me, young man?” Mingyu laughed softly. 

“You send us food?” Wonwoo sounded surprised. 

“Oh, you got the lunch I sent!” Mingyu’s voice came through, bright and a little teasing. 

“You really are the best, you know that?!” Wonwoo grinned, while Chan continued calling “baba”. 

“Yes, young man. Papa had gotten us lunch.” Wonwoo beamed. 

“How’s everything? Still coping well?” Mingyu asked. 

“We miss you, Min. Chan’s just playing with the paper cups that his uncles taught him the other day. He had fun smashing everything down.” Wonwoo laughed while Chan did the exact same thing the moment he finished saying that to Mingyu. 

Mingyu laughed out loud as he replied, “I miss you both so much too. And I’m glad that our Chan still remembers what his uncles did. I’ve gotta get going. Have a good lunch and I’ll be home soon!” 

“I know. Come home safe.” Wonwoo whispered. 

“I will. Love you, baby.” Mingyu said, his voice full of affection. 

“Love you too! Chan ah, come and say bye-bye to Papa!” Wonwoo carried Chan onto his lap and waved Chan’s hand to bid farewell. 

Chan’s face, which had been full of excitement, suddenly crumpled. His little lip quivered as tears welled up in his eyes. “BABAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Chan burst out crying with a broken echo of the word he had just learned, as if calling Mingyu back. 

Chan’s tiny body tensed, hands clenched into fists. His face scrunched up as he let out a cry that reached deep into both Mingyu’s and Wonwoo’s chest. 

Both fathers were, needless to say, stunned. 

“Min ah, you go get busy. I’ll settle Chan.” And Wonwoo hung up the phone, knowing that if he prolonged the farewell with Mingyu, the longer it would take for Chan to calm down. 

The screen turned black and Chan wailed even louder. 

“Baba!!! Baba!!!” Wonwoo held Chan close, swaying gently. 

“I know you miss Papa,” Wonwoo whispered. “Papa will be back soon. We’ll see him later, I promise.” 

But Chan’s tears didn’t stop right away and Wonwoo felt a pang of longing in his chest. He hugged Chan even closer, rubbing his back and humming a familiar lullaby, the same one that Mingyu always sang during their late-night cuddles. “I know… I miss Papa too.” 

After a few minutes, Chan’s cries softened and he snuggled against Wonwoo, albeit upset but comforted by his Appa’s presence. Wonwoo smiled gently, brushing a hand over his hair. “Once Papa is back, let’s give him the biggest hug okay!?” 

Chan clung onto Wonwoo’s shirt, with his face tucked into the crook of his neck, warm and damp with tears. They stayed in this position for a few more minutes until his phone pinged with a notification. 

Min: How’s Chan?
                            1 2:10 pm

Wonu : He’s finally calmed down
After crying for a while
1 2:15 pm

Min: Thank you, babe!
        I’m glad he’s okay now.
        How about you?
                            12:16 pm

Wonu: I’m okay. He’s still sobbing
but he should be okay in awhile.
We’re going to have our lunch soon
1 2:20 pm

Min: That’s good. Enjoy your
        food ♡
                            1 2:21 pm  

Wonwoo felt the tiny body relax fully against him after replying to Mingyu and he kissed Chan’s temple, saying, “How about let’s go and have that yummy lunch Papa sent us? Do you want to see what’s inside the bag?” 

At the words “lunch” and “Papa”, Chan shifted just enough to peek up; curiosity flickered back into his eyes. It made Wonwoo smile and muttered, “There you are, baby.” 

Carrying Chan in his arms, he brought him into the kitchen and set him gently in his high chair, pulling the delivery bag onto the table and opening it with excitement. “Let’s see…” Wonwoo exclaimed while untying the knots. “Wow, we have Kimchi jiggae, rice, and kimchi pancake. And look, your favourite - Omelette rice!”

The moment Chan saw the box of omelette rice placed in front of him, Chan clapped and a wobbly smile beamed across his face. That happiness made Wonwoo’s heart ease a little and made him snap a photo quickly to send it to Mingyu. 

They sat together at the table, the room warm and filled with the smell of kimchi. Wonwoo took a bite of his lunch and watched Chan squish a piece of the kimchi pancake between his fingers as he put it into his mouth. The dining table was filled with little sounds - soft munching, tiny hums and the occasional splatter of food landing where it shouldn’t. 

By the time they finished, Chan’s belly was full and his spirits completely lifted. Wonwoo cleaned him up, gently wiping his hands and face before gathering his onesie, a sunhat and Chan’s favourite pair of shoes. 

“Alright, shall we go to the park?” Wonwoo said, crouching down to help Chan into his shoes. 

“Pa!” Chan shouted, while lifting his arms high and Wonwoo took it as a very enthusiastic yes .

Soon, they were out the door and heading down the familiar street towards their neighbourhood park. It’s 4 pm in the late afternoon - the sun warm but kind; birds chirping overhead as Wonwoo pushed the stroller with Chan kicking his feet rhythmically. 

When they reached the park, Wonwoo let Chan out to toddle on his own while watching him carefully as those unsteady little legs took wobbly steps across the soft grass. Without a moment of hesitation, Chan marched straight into the grass with his signature bounce, arms slightly lifted for balance and his face lit up with delight. 

With the grass brushing against his ankles, Chan giggled, letting out a gleeful squeal as he continued to stomp down a small patch. Wonwoo, standing nearby, watched with a grin stretching across his face. Swiping out his phone, he recorded Chan’s adventure and thought, “You brave little explorer.” 

As he continued walking, he plopped down suddenly, landing with a soft thud and a little puff of grass beneath him. His hands ran across the earth while discovering dirt, pebbles and fallen leaves like buried treasure. 

Wonwoo came and sat beside him in the grass, watching as his son made a whole world out of this simple little patch of green. “Oh, I think we’ve got ourselves a nature boy,” he murmured. 

After a good time playing in the grass, Chan’s energy began to wind down. He started to rub his eyes, not wanting to stand up, arms lifting towards Wonwoo in that unmistakable “ I’m tired” way. Wonwoo smiled, brushing the last bit of grass from Chan’s pants before scooping him up into his arms. 

“Alright, little explorer,” he said, planting a kiss on Chan’s cheeks. “Time for our next stop.” 

Wonwoo set Chan back into his stroller and he dozed off immediately. “Sleep well, baby.” 

They then made their way to the dance studio, just a few blocks from the park. The familiar hum of music drifted out through the slightly ajar glass door as they arrived. As Wonwoo stepped in, Chan perked up immediately, head swiveling towards the sound of rhythmic clapping and laughter echoing from the dance room. Jihoon spotted them and lit up immediately. 

“Look who’s here!” He called out, coming out from that little registration counter. 

“Awh my favourite tiny human!” Hoshi came running out from the dance room. “Come on in! We just finished rehearsals!” 

“Perfect timing!” Wonwoo grinned, carrying Chan out of the stroller as they walked in. “Oh looks like you had your power nap.”

The dance studio was cozy, with a big low table already set up with light tea spread - mini buns, fresh fruit. There were a few dancers still winding down, stretching their legs and all of them waving at Chan like he was a celebrity. 

Chan basked in the attention, letting out a cheerful squeal as Wonwoo set him on the plush floor cushion near the table. Jihoon passed him a tiny butter bun, which Chan took and tried to eat in one bite. And everyone laughed. 

They sat around, sipping tea and chatting until the rest of the dancers went back to the main studio to practice more. The music, loud and bouncy, began to thump gently through the walls, spilling into the lounge. 

Chan’s head perked up immediately and paused mid-chew. He looked around the lounge, as if trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. Without hesitation, he stood up - wobbly but determined - and began bouncing in place. At first, it was just a knee bend. Then with a delighted squeal, he raised his arms and tried jumping. 

The room erupted in laughter and applause. 

“Oh my god. Look at Chan!” Hoshi exclaimed. 

“He’s got the rhythm already,” Jihoon added. “Quick, let’s have him in our studio. HAHAHA!” And he took out his phone to record this wonderful moment. 

Wonwoo watched in awe and amusement as Chan bounced with complete joy. He clapped, he stomped, and at one point, he even tried to wave his arms overhead. And it made Wonwoo’s heart swelled. 

“He really loves music,” Wonwoo said softly, almost to himself. 

“And sent!” Jihoon said. “Wonwoo ah, I’ve sent the clip to both you and Mingyu, so you can watch it when you’re home.” 

Wonwoo chuckled and nodded. “He got these genes from Mingyu, definitely.” 

Someone must have turned the music up just a little and Hoshi held Chan’s hand and guided him gently to make a soft little spin. Chan squealed again, delighted by the dance moves. 

The music drifted through the open doorway, rhythmic and light, and Chan was still bouncing in place, running wobbly around the lounge. That was the moment the studio door opened with a gentle chime. Mingyu stepped in and paused just inside the doorway. 

“Is he… dancing?” Mingyu asked while walking up to Wonwoo who was sitting nearby, leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out. 

“He hasn’t stopped.” Wonwoo turned towards Mingyu and lit up. “Have you watched the video that Jihoon sent?” 

“Not yet, I was driving.” Mingyu dropped his bag and sat beside Wonwoo. 

“Watch it later and you’ll know. He hasn’t stopped since he came here 30 minutes ago.” Wonwoo laughed. 

Chan was spinning around with Hoshi and caught sight of Mingyu. His arms lifted instantly, feet still bouncing and he shouted, “PAPAAA!!!” 

He staggered forward in a happy wobble, half-dancing and half-running, until he collapsed into Mingyu’s arms. “You like dancing huh,” Mingyu laughed and scooped him up. 

“He must have inherited your moves, since you love to dance too.” Wonwoo joined them, wrapping one arm around Mingyu’s shoulder and planting a kiss on Chan’s head. 

“Well, clearly.” Mingyu smirked while swaying Chan in his arms. 

Chan’s giggles echoed in the space and his eyes scanned the room and settling on Wonwoo. He reached one of his chubby hands out, still nestled against Mingyu’s chest. 

And then, clear as a bell, he said, “Appa!” 

Everything stopped. The laughter froze in the air. Wonwoo blinked. Someone must have switched off the music too. Mingyu’s eyes flickered between Chan and Wonwoo. 

“Did he..?” Jihoon whispered. 

“Baby? Can you say it again?” Wonwoo asked softly, leaning closer towards Chan. 

Chan laughed out, bouncing in Mingyu’s arms as he pointed, “Appaaaaa!!” 

Wonwoo pressed a hand to his heart, blinking softly. A soft, stunned smile spread across his face as he reached for Chan. “That’s me, baby.” He murmured, eyes glossy. “Thank you.” 

Mingyu looked at him, eyes shining. “He’s been saving that one for a grand reveal, huh?” 

Wonwoo laughed and kissed Chan’s forehead. “You really know how to make someone cry in front of professional dancers.” 

“Appa! Papa!” Chan giggled again, tapping both of his fathers' cheeks like he was so proud of himself. 

Jihoon and Hoshi clapped one last time and Chan squealed with glee from all the attention, burying his face in Mingyu’s neck. 

“Thank you, guys! We’ll drop by soon again!” Mingyu said. 

“No problem! We had fun today too!” Hoshi shouted across. 

“Ready to head home, little dancer?” Mingyu whispered. 

Chan gave a sleepy yet happy grunt, already halfway dozing and they knew it was time to call it a day. Getting into the car, they were on their way back to their cozy little world. 

// 

Days gone by and the days had started to stretch again, with long, quiet patches filled with solo routines. Mingyu had been getting busier, slipping out early and coming home late. His phone would often light up even before their bedtime. 

Wonwoo noticed. 

He noticed how Chan’s tiny fingers would point to the door in the morning and asked, “Papa?” only to be distracted by food or his favourite T-Rex plushie. He noticed how Mingyu no longer lingered in bed like he used to. And most of all, he noticed the familiar feeling creeping. He remembered all the telltale signs. 

It had happened before - back when things were hard and distance grew. And now, watching Mingyu rushing out of the door again with a distracted “Love you!” thrown over his shoulder, Wonwoo sat on the couch with Chan dozing on his chest, wondering if the story was repeating itself. 

That evening, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, Jihoon and Hoshi came over with food and drinks. Chan was having his own time in the playpen while the adults were talking around the dining table. 

Deep in thoughts, Jeonghan asked, “Wonwoo ya, is everything okay?” 

“Do you guys think… Mingyu… Mingyu is seeing someone else?” Letting out a quiet breath, Wonwoo asked. 

Everyone paused. Hoshi set down his chopsticks; Seungcheol sat up straight; Jihoon tilted his head. 

“Wonwoo ah,” Jeonghan stood up from his seat and sat beside Wonwoo. “He’s not.” 

“How would you know?” Wonwoo muttered, looking down at his plate. “It’s the same signs as before. He is coming home late. He’s always somewhere else. He… He hasn’t been answering my calls too. I feel like I’m all alone again.” 

“This time, I promise, he’s not. I’m working on a project with him right now.” Seungcheol spoke firmly. 

“Is he really that busy?” Wonwoo asked, worriedly. 

“Yes. He has a big project on his hands right now, which can affect his promotion. So, he is taking it very seriously. But rest assured, there are no other people other than me.” Seungcheol answered. 

“And also, Mingyu always talks about you and Chan all the time.” Hoshi added. “He’s always bragging about the two of you whenever there’s opportunities, so don’t worry. Hmm?” Hoshi ruffled Wonwoo’s hair before taking a sip of the coke. 

“You have every right to feel what you’re feeling, Wonwoo.” Jihoon added, softly. “But don’t let fear rewrite the story before it’s told. With Seungcheol’s reassurance, you don’t have to worry.” 

Wonwoo looked at everyone - the ones who had held his hands through the rough patches, who loved both him and Mingyu like family. 

He nodded slowly. “Yeah… Okay…” 

Although, the ache lingered. 

//

“Sigh. Hyung, what should I do? Wonu thinks that I’m slipping away again.” Mingyu slumped onto the couch. “I know the look in his eyes. I hate that I’m making him feel like this… while I’m planning something meant to prove the opposite.” 

Jihoon and Hoshi had stopped what they were doing and focused on Mingyu. 

“That’s why we are here. I told him the other day that you’re currently doing a big project and it’s only me that you’re working with.” Seungcheol walked up to the couch and sat opposite Mingyu. “But you still need to accompany Wonwoo and Chan ya. Are there still lots of things to plan?”

“Ya, I need to check out the venue, ensure there’s no other around; need to liaise with the people around and get the materials ready. Sigh, there are just so many things to be done and I only have 1 week left.” Mingyu pulled out the tie that he was wearing. 

“And you still don’t want our help?” Seungcheol arched one eyebrow, holding his gaze on Mingyu. 

The room paused for just a second before Hoshi and Jihoon burst out laughing. 

“Okay, that sounds dramatic,” Mingyu groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “I just wanted to do it myself, you know? Like… really show him.” 

“You idiot. You’ve got friends here who are willing to help out and yet, you burden yourself with the minor details. And now, your partner is suspecting you again.” Jihoon retorted. 

“Like you said, you only have a week left before his birthday,” Hoshi spoke up. “And you still have so many to do. Why not let us help? Plus Joshua and the rest are coming too.” 

“Urghh…” Mingyu ruffled his hair before continuing. “Okay, fine!” 

“Good!” Seungcheol said, standing and clapping his hands. “Now, let us decide who to do what.” 

And the plan continues… 

// 

16 July 

“You’ve been… weird, do you know that?” Wonwoo lay curled on the couch, feet tangled with Mingyu’s while watching the latest movie on their TV. Chan’s already fast asleep on his bed. 

“Weird how?” Mingyu froze for a second before letting out a light laugh. 

“I don’t know. You’ve been coming home late; been sneaky; smiling to your phone like you’re talking to someone dearest.” Wonwoo smirked, but his voice held something softer, worrying. “If it’s not for the other boys, I would have thought that you’re having someone else again.” Wonwoo huffed. 

“Babe,” Mingyu sat up to look at Wonwoo. “You know I’ll never. Nothing of that.” 

“I know, that’s why I think that you’re hiding something.” 

Mingyu lay back onto the couch, leaning closer to Wonwoo, resting his head against Wonwoo’s shoulder. “It’s nothing bad, I swear. Just usual stuff. Plus, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I got to create some suspense, heh. Really, nothing out of the ordinary.” 

They ended up not watching the movie but talking late into the night - about Chan’s latest milestones; places they want to visit, worries that they hadn’t said out loud in awhile. Somewhere between laughs and long pauses, the clock struck midnight. 

Mingyu turned Wonwoo to look at him, cupping his cheek and said, “Happy birthday, my love.” 

Cupping his cheek, Mingyu leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you, babe.” 

Returning to their bed, Wonwoo placed his head on Mingyu’s chest and smiled sleepily, basking in the warmth of his affection. Eventually, both drifted off into their dreamland, awaiting the next day to arrive. 

Just before dawn, the front door creaked open gently and the rest of the boys crept in silently. Mingyu was already waiting in the living room anxiously, carrying a sleepy Chan in one hand and ensuring that all that was planned was in place. 

Hoshi, Jihoon, Jeonghan and Seungcheol slipped into the apartment with practiced ease and tiptoeing over the wooden floor. Mingyu passed Chan to Jeonghan, to which Chan did not even stir in his sleep. 

“Your Appa’s gonna freak out when he sees the bed empty,” Seungcheol whispered with a grin, while smoothing Chan’s bed hair. 

Jihoon and Hoshi prepped the little boy’s day bag, stuffing it with snacks, necessities and a mini sunhat. Oh, not forgetting Chan’s favourite T-Rex plushie. 

“Thank you, all of you,” Mingyu whispered. “Today… I just want to give him everything.” 

“Don’t worry,” Seungcheol said. 

“He’s so going to fall in love with you all over again when he sees what you’ve planned.” Hoshi chuckled while Jihoon nodded profusely beside. 

They snuck out at 7 a.m., just as the sun stretched across the edge of the city skyline. Mingyu hurriedly changed into a new set of clothes and left the house before ensuring that the first package sits neatly on the coffee table, waiting for the birthday boy to rise and find his way to him. 

//

17 July 

The sun peeked shyly over the horizon, casting a soft blush across the bedroom curtains. Wonwoo stirred and stretched in the quiet morning light, already smiling at the thought of a lazy birthday cuddled up with Mingyu and Chan. 

But as his hand reached out across the bed, he found it cold and empty. Sitting up slowly, blinking away the remnants of sleep, he looked around and realised that the house was unusually quiet. No Chan’s laughter, no wobbly footsteps, no smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. 

His heart tugged. 

“Mingyu?” Wonwoo slipped out of the bed and went to the living room. “Chan?”

No answer. 

No one is in sight. Something was off. 

Just as he was about to panic and call Mingyu, he spotted an unusual envelope on the coffee table. Sitting on the table, a lilac-coloured envelope with Wonwoo’s name written carefully and a stalk of red roses placed together. 

“Mm?” Wonwoo wondered as he opened it. 

“Happy Birthday, my love. Before you panic, I need you to know that Chan is safe. He is off on his little journey with people who adore him. Trust me. Today is your day. Just follow the notes, take the puzzle piece with you, and go to the first stop, where it all began. 

Hint: The place where we first met. ”

Wonwoo exhaled slowly, the tension and worry in his shoulder loosening just a bit. Just as he contemplates whether or not to believe, his phone buzzes. 

It was from Jeonghan, sending a photo of Chan, wearing his onesie and sunhat, munching on a biscuit, surrounded by all of his friends. “Don’t worry, Wonwoo. Your little one is with us. Now, go find your big man.”

Wonwoo smiled softly, finally putting his heart at ease. “Alright, Kim Mingyu.” He whispered to himself. “Let’s see what you’re up to.” 

And with that, he quickly headed to the bathroom to wash up and grab his coat before holding the envelope and the flower and leaving his house.  

“A place where we first met?” Wonwoo thought as he sat in his car. “The cafe!” And with that, he started his birthday adventure. 

Wonwoo entered the cafe and the smell of the roasted coffee beans surrounded him. 

“Oh hey Wonwoo! Happy birthday!” Max, the barista, called out to Wonwoo while passing him a carefully wrapped white daisy along with an envelope. “It’s been awhile, I hope you’re doing good. Now, off you go to your next stop and not forgetting this cup of coffee!” 

Wonwoo laughed under his breath. “Thank you, Max!” 

Returning to the car, he opened the envelope and found a letter with another piece of the puzzle. 

“I must have saved the universe in my past life for me to meet you in this cafe. Our beginning was simple, but it means everything to me. 

Next stop: where you are always lost in your thoughts.”

“Lost in my thoughts?” Wonwoo leaned up on his seat and thought hard. Just then, the image of the bookstore that he frequents came to his mind. Starting the engine, he drove off to the bookstore. 

Entering the cozy bookstore to the soft ring of the bell, Mrs Ahn looked up from her counter with a knowing smile. “Hey young man, it’s been awhile. Mingyu said it’s for you. Happy birthday!” And she passed him not only the envelope but also a single, delicate baby’s breath bloom. 

Saying thanks to Mrs Ahn, he went back to his car before opening the envelope. 

“You love to read; I love to write. I’m glad the bookstore is there to witness our story. 

Next stop: The place we go every year, where you love the sound and the smell.”

“This is easy!” Wonwoo chuckled and off he drove to the BBQ restaurant that they went to during their anniversaries. 

Tay, the restaurant owner, was already waiting by the door for Wonwoo. Without Wonwoo saying a single thing, he handed him the envelope and a vibrant sunflower. Not forgetting, a packet of grilled meat for him to eat on the way. “There you go! Happy birthday!” 

Sitting in his car and enjoying the grilled meat, Wonwoo opened the envelope to find another puzzle piece and the note saying, 

“The way you lit up whenever you have the meal, is something I want to keep for the rest of my life. 

Next stop: A place that was bittersweet; a place that I wish I was there for you.”

“Bittersweet?” Wonwoo frowned and winced at the term “bittersweet”. “What is bittersweet? What’s a place that you want to be with me?” Mentally scanning through all the places that he had been to before, he still doesn’t have any clue. 

Just then, his phone buzzed and he picked it up before looking. 

“How’s everything?” Jeonghan’s cheeky voice can be heard through the phone. 

“You guys are really a part of this huh,” Wonwoo answered, laughing. 

“Guilty as charged,” Jeonghan laughed. 

“Interesting,” Wonwoo admitted. “I’m still not entirely sure what’s going on, but it’s stupidly sweet.” 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying. Trust me, everything will be perfect.” Jeonghan added. “I promise you everything is going the right way.” 

“Thanks, Hannie.” Wonwoo paused. “How’s Chan? Where’s Mingyu?”

“Chan is missing you,” Jeonghan replied and Wonwoo could hear a soft giggle in the background. “He’s being spoiled rotten by all his uncles. He even napped on Seungcheol’s chest like a koala, drooling on his shirt.” 

“Sounds about right.” Wonwoo let out a deep laugh. 

“Mingyu, well. You’ll see at the end. Anyway, where are you already?” 

“I’ve just left the BBQ restaurant, and reading the hint, I’m still trying to figure out where's the next stop,” Wonwoo repeated the hint for Jeonghan. 

“Wonwoo, think again. There’s a place that he wasn’t able to make it; a place where WE were the ones who accompanied.”

“We…?” Wonwoo whispered. “Clinic Moon!” 

“Bingo,” Jeonghan said. “Go on and we’ll see you soon!” 

“Thank you! For everything!” and they hung up. Leaning against the car seat, heart a little heavier but in a good way, he started the engine and drove towards Clinic Moon. 

Taking the lift, Wonwoo walked into the clinic, only to find out that there’s no one but Dr Moon at the reception counter. 

“Mr Jeon!” Jun stood up after hearing the sound of the door open. 

“Dr Moon!” Wonwoo strode across the hallway to the reception counter. 

“I hope everything’s going well for you,” Dr Moon paused and saw Wonwoo nod. “Well, I don’t want to keep you and Mr Kim waiting. There you go, and happy birthday!” With Dr Moon, there was another envelope and a gentle lavender stem. 

“Thank you so much for everything. I can’t thank you enough for helping me throughout my pregnancy days.” 

“Don’t mention. It’s my duty and I’m really glad to see that you’re doing fine. Hope to see you soon!” and Dr Moon gave a cheeky wink before saying bye to Wonwoo. 

Wonwoo giggled and left the clinic, returning to the car. Putting all the flowers that he had in a tote bag, he opened up the latest envelope to read the note. 

“Thank you so much for bringing Chan into our lives. Thank you for being so strong. In the future, IF we ever have another chance to come back here, I’m going to be there for you, every single time. 

One last stop: follow the pull of the sea. The place that you always told me you wanted to go.” 

As the sun set, Wonwoo knew exactly where he needed to go. The city slowly melted away in the rearview mirror. With his knuckles white on the steering wheel, he took deep breaths to force himself to relax. Looking at the flowers in the tote bag, he thought of Mingyu and the anticipation to see him grew. 

The air grew saltier as he drove nearer to the beach. As he drove into the parking area, he noticed Jihoon standing at the lamp post, signaling him to answer the phone. 

“Hey yo,” Jihoon’s voice came through, warm and calm. “I see you. Park in that empty spot by the lamp post. We got a little path of you.” 

Wonwoo parked the car, got out and before he could call out, Jihoon approached him with a grin, holding a bright, peachy tulip. 

“For being brave,” Jihoon said with a knowing smile, placing the tulip into Wonwoo’s hands. 

Jihoon nudged Wonwoo gently and pointed to the path that Wonwoo had to take. “Just walk down. You’ll know later.” It made Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat, and he continued to move forward. 

The second lamp post stood Joshua and Seokmin, with Minsoo holding a soft yellow daisy, bopping up and down at the sight of his Uncle Wonwoo. 

“Uncle Wonwoo!!!!” Minsoo waved hysterically at Wonwoo when he was walking towards them. 

“Omg Minsoo!” He knelt and gave Minsoo a tight hug before standing up to Joshua and Seokmin. “You guys are here too?” 

“Of course,” Seokmin winked and nudged Minsoo to pass the daisy to Wonwoo. 

“For being kind,” Joshua whispered. “Now get going.” 

At the third post, Vernon and Seungkwan stood still, holding out a white lily. 

“Hyung!” Vernon called out. 

“You guys too!?” Wonwoo shouted. 

“For loving fiercely,” Seungkwan giggled while passing the flower to Wonwoo. “We can’t miss this, can we?”

“Off you go, Hyung,” Vernon pointed to the next lamp post. 

Wonwoo was blinking quickly by now, the ocean breeze tugging at his sleeves and the sky deepening into lilac and blue. 

The fourth post, Hoshi leaned against the lamp post with a dramatic bow, presenting a deep red carnation. 

“For your endless love, Wonwoo ya,” Hoshi said softly, eyes kind. 

“Hoshi ah..,” Wonwoo choked on his tears. “What’s going on?” 

“You will know soon,” Hoshi swiped off the tears on Wonwoo’s cheeks. “Go on, you will know soon.” 

Before he reaches the fifth lamp post, Jeonghan has already stepped forward, opening his arm for his favourite brother. “Hannie ah,” Wonwoo walked into Jeonghan’s embrace. 

“You found us,” Jeonghan patted Wonwoo’s head. “We still have things to give you, hmm?” 

Wonwoo stood back and saw a sunflower in Seungcheol’s hand. 

“For forgiveness,” Seungcheol said. 

“For how you still believe in Mingyu,” Jeonghan added. 

Wonwoo’s throat ached. He could barely speak. He could barely function with his tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“You’ve got enough from us,” Hoshi came up from the back. Turning back, Wonwoo realised that all the rest had walked up to him. “Now, continue forward. Follow the candles on the floor and you’ll reach your destination.” 

It wasn’t until then that Wonwoo realised that there was a pathway of candles, flickering gently in the breeze, stretched down the pathway into the soft sand. With each step that Wonwoo took, his heart pounded a little harder. 

The lamps behind him flickered like a trail of stars, but the brightest spot lay at the very centre of the beach, where Mingyu stood, holding a bouquet of baby breath, standing in the centre of rose petals. 

Wonwoo’s breath hitched. 

“What is this…” Wonwoo asked, timidly. 

“Don’t worry, love,” Mingyu replied. “It’s nothing bad.” 

“Huh?” 

“Remember the puzzle pieces you have gotten?” 

And Wonwoo nodded. 

“Put the puzzle into this frame,” and Wonwoo fixed it in. By the time he was done, it was a photo of their family, during Chan’s birthday party. “Turn it around, babe.” Mingyu encouraged. 

Wonwoo turned it over and on the back, a message was written carefully: 

“We had our ups and downs. And now, I’ve planned to continue climbing every mountain with you, to make sure you get everything you deserve.” 

When Wonwoo looked up, Mingyu was already kneeling in front of him, holding on to a ring. 

“Min…” Wonwoo cried. 

“Wonwoo,” Mingyu began, his voice soft but steady. “We’ve been through so much. But you’ve shown me what endless love is. You’ve shown me how strong you are, how tough your love is. You are my calm in the storm, my laughter in chaos, my home in every way. So, Jeon Wonwoo, will you do the honor of marrying me so that we can keep building our little home?” 

Wonwoo blinked, tears falling, lips quivering before nodding. 

“Yes…” Wonwoo muttered. “Yes, you idiot..” 

Mingyu quickly slid the ring onto Wonwoo’s ring finger before raising to hug Wonwoo tightly. 

“I love you,” Mingyu muttered into Wonwoo’s ears. 

“I love you too. This is the best birthday present ever.” Wonwoo answered. 

As they embraced, the cheers rose from all corners of the beach. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Jihoon, Hoshi, Seokmin, Joshua, Vernon and Seungkwan emerged from the shadows of the beach and pulled the party poppers. 

Jeonghan had Chan in his arms, who squealed at the sight of his parents in the sand. 

“Papa! Appa!” He chirped, kicking his feet in excitement. 

Mingyu and Wonwoo turned towards their son, eyes misty, arms around each other as Chan reached his arms out with glee. Carrying Chan into their arms, the family hugged tightly. 

At the heart of the beach, with their hearts wide open, Wonwoo and Mingyu began the next chapter of their lives, forever. And in that golden moment, Wonwoo knew with absolute clarity: 

This was everything that he had ever wanted.