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The early morning sunlight poured gently through the large windows, its golden rays stretching across the wooden floors and soft furnishings of their cozy living room. The air was still, and the house felt like a peaceful sanctuary, tucked away from the world outside. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the kitchen, but the rest of the house was hushed, save for the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional rustling of fabric.
Yeosang stirred slowly from his sleep, his body feeling heavier than usual - an extra weight in his belly, and a weight of comfort in his heart. The familiar scent of his alpha's touch still lingered on his skin, the deep, earthy notes of Hongjoong’s scent mixed with a soft trace of lavender from the oil they’d used on his skin the night before. He rubbed his hand over his swollen belly, fingers grazing the warm, rounded surface. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he stretched out in the warmth of the blankets, the morning air still cool enough to make him feel cocooned under the soft covers.
As he stretched, Yeosang felt the comforting warmth of Seonghwa beside him, the other omega still nestled under the sheets. With a quiet hum, Yeosang reached out, his fingers trailing over Seonghwa’s chest, gentle in their touch. His body, too, carried the weight of pregnancy - his belly similarly swollen, his skin still soft with the tender flush of omega hormones. The two of them, together in this shared experience, felt like a perfect pair.
Seonghwa stirred, blinking sleepily before his gaze settled on Yeosang, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he woke fully. His arms instinctively moved to wrap around Yeosang, drawing him closer.
“Good morning, baby.” Seonghwa murmured, his voice thick with sleep, but filled with concern as his hand moved over Yeosang’s rounded belly. “How are you feeling today?”
Yeosang smiled, the warmth of Seonghwa’s embrace making the room feel even cozier. “Better now that you’re awake,” he whispered, his voice light but content as he nestled against Seonghwa’s chest. He let out a slow breath, his body sinking into the quiet comfort of the moment.
Seonghwa’s hand drifted over Yeosang’s belly, his fingers brushing lightly over the soft skin. “How’s baby today?” he asked, his tone tender, as if asking for permission to touch their shared joy.
“The little one’s moving." Yeosang murmured, glancing down at his belly. His hand rested gently over Seonghwa’s, inviting him to feel the small, rhythmic movements that had become a familiar part of their mornings. “It’s like a flutter, you know?”
Seonghwa smiled, his thumb gently tracing over the curve of Yeosang’s belly. “I can feel it.” he said softly. He paused for a moment, as if waiting for the little one to nudge again. When it did, his smile widened, and he placed a soft kiss on Yeosang’s temple.
Yeosang chuckled softly, his hand still resting over Seonghwa’s. “How about you?” he asked, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful smile. “Any fluttering over there too?”
Seonghwa laughed, brushing his fingers over his own belly. “Not yet, but I’m sure I’ll feel it when she wakes up.”
Their moment of quiet intimacy was interrupted only by the soft rustle of sheets as Seonghwa shifted slightly. He was careful, of course, moving with the tenderness that both of their bodies required now. His own pregnancy had become more pronounced in recent weeks, his belly a gentle curve that pressed warmly against Yeosang’s when they cuddled. It was a comforting weight, both of them carrying life, both of them growing in more ways than one.
Seonghwa smiled as he adjusted their position, ensuring that Yeosang was comfortable. “Has Joongie already left?” he asked, his voice soft as he ran a hand over the growing swell of his own belly.
Yeosang nodded, his fingers brushing lightly against Seonghwa’s stomach. “I think so.”
Seonghwa’s hand slid to the side of Yeosang’s face, cradling it gently as he leaned in to kiss him, a soft, lingering kiss that tasted of warmth and tenderness. “How about we have a lazy day?” he murmured against his lips.
Yeosang closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the intimacy of the quiet morning. His breath slowed as he relaxed further into Seonghwa’s embrace. The love between them - their shared bond - was a quiet force, both of them feeling the gentle pull of the life they were creating together.
A small, contented smile curved Yeosang’s lips as he nestled back into Seonghwa’s chest. “I’d like that.” he whispered, feeling a new sense of relaxation stir in his heart.
Seonghwa chuckled softly, his fingers moving gently over Yeosang’s belly again, a rhythm of love and care. “Me too.”
For a long time, neither of them spoke. The silence wrapped around them again, peaceful and warm, as they lay there, simply existing in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. The soft scent of lavender and vanilla filled the room, mingling with the comforting weight of their shared pregnancies.
Eventually, the gnawing hunger in their stomachs became impossible to ignore, the low rumble in both of their bellies a clear sign that it was time to leave the comfort of the bed. Yeosang stretched, feeling the slight ache in his body as he shifted beneath the blankets. Seonghwa, sensing his movement, opened his eyes and met his gaze with a small smile.
“I guess we can’t avoid it any longer.” Yeosang said softly, his voice still thick with sleep.
Seonghwa chuckled, a deep sound that resonated in his chest, making Yeosang smile in response. “No, we definitely can’t.” he agreed, his hands resting gently on his swollen belly as he propped himself up. “I’m starving, to be honest.”
Yeosang nodded, his stomach giving an audible protest as he sat up. “Me too. Let’s go make something simple.”
Together, they swung their legs over the side of the bed, both of them feeling the weight of their pregnancies as they carefully rose to their feet. The morning air was still cool, and Yeosang wrapped his arms around himself as he padded barefoot toward the kitchen. Seonghwa followed closely behind, his hand finding Yeosang’s as they walked side by side.
The kitchen was just as warm and inviting as the rest of the house, the light from the windows spilling across the countertops, casting soft shadows on the floors. Yeosang reached for the cabinets, pulling down a few ingredients while Seonghwa settled at the counter, his hands tracing the edge of the countertop absentmindedly as he waited.
“What are you in the mood for?” Yeosang asked, already pulling out eggs and bread, the makings of a simple breakfast. He knew Seonghwa’s tastes well, their routines in the kitchen synchronised from years of being together.
Seonghwa thought for a moment before replying, his eyes meeting Yeosang’s with a playful glint. “Maybe some scrambled eggs with toast? And lots of butter. I’m craving something rich today.”
Yeosang raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips. “Are you sure you can handle that much richness? You’ve got that pregnancy glow, but I’m not sure if your stomach can take it.”
Seonghwa chuckled, the sound light and teasing. “You know me too well.” he said with a wink. “But I think today’s the day for indulgence.”
Yeosang laughed, the sound airy and free, as he cracked eggs into a bowl. They had become so attuned to each other’s needs, each small moment shared in the kitchen becoming a quiet ritual - a dance of sorts that had come naturally after so much time together. There was something comforting about it, the way they moved together in harmony, working toward the same goal without speaking much at all.
As the eggs sizzled gently in the pan, Seonghwa took over the task of buttering the toast, his hands careful and precise as he spread a generous amount of butter over the warm slices. He plated everything and joined Yeosang at the table, watching him with a subtle smirk. Without a word, Seonghwa picked up a piece of toast, breaking it into smaller pieces before holding it out toward Yeosang.
Yeosang leaned in just slightly, eyes half-lidded as he accepted the bite, his lips brushing Seonghwa’s fingers in the process. The touch was deliberate, slow, and lingering, making Seonghwa's breath catch for a moment. Yeosang’s gaze never left his, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he savoured the bite.
Seonghwa’s heart skipped a beat, the warmth of the simple act making it feel far more intimate than it had any right to. Yeosang’s subtle closeness, the way he moved with quiet confidence, stirred something deeper in Seonghwa. He fed him another piece, this time letting his hand linger, watching as Yeosang leaned in just enough to close the space between them.
The meal was simple, but it tasted like the world - a perfect blend of warmth and comfort that filled them both in a way nothing else could. They ate slowly, bathing in the peace, and the quiet companionship. The house around them, once just a place to sleep and eat, now felt like the very embodiment of their love, a space that held all their memories and hopes for the future.
After breakfast, they made their way into the living room, hand in hand, moving lazily through the house as the sunlight streamed in behind them. They didn’t rush. They didn’t need to. This was their time - time to enjoy each other’s presence, to rest, to prepare for the life they were about to bring into the world together.
The living room was a peaceful sanctuary, the air rich with the scent of fresh flowers and lavender, mingling with the soft warmth of the sun filtering through the windows.
Yeosang and Seonghwa spent the morning creating a cozy, loving space - a little world of their own, filled with soft pastel colours, plush cushions, and piles of blankets. The floor was strewn with fabrics they’d carefully scented together: pastel blues and pinks, light greens and yellows, all ready for the babies they would soon welcome into their lives.
A small pile of baby clothes lay on the rug, neatly folded, and beside them sat a few soft plush toys - gentle bears, bunnies, and lambs. There were delicate blankets, the kind that would wrap around small bodies in comfort, and little hats that would keep their pups warm. Everything was a labour of love, everything a piece of the future they were creating.
Seonghwa picked up a little plush bunny, soft and light blue, with floppy ears and a sweet embroidered face, and held it out to Yeosang. “What do you think?” Seonghwa asked playfully, his eyes full of adoration as he handed it to Yeosang. “Do you think they’ll like it?”
Yeosang’s lips curved into a smile as he took the bunny, his hands brushing over its soft body. His eyes glimmered as he looked at Seonghwa, the joy of their shared anticipation shining through. “They’ll love it,” Yeosang said, his voice warm with certainty. “Just like I love you.”
Seonghwa’s heart skipped a beat at the simple, perfect words. He leaned down and brushed his lips softly against Yeosang’s forehead, the gentle kiss a quiet promise of everything they’d shared - and everything they would continue to share.
Yeosang leaned into him again, his body soft and relaxed as he breathed in the scent of their shared space. The weight of their pregnancies felt so much more manageable when they were together. The world outside, with all its uncertainties, was quiet. Here, in this little space, there was only warmth and love - and that was more than enough.
The room felt even more complete now. The pups would soon be here, surrounded by love, warmth, and all the little things they had lovingly prepared.
Seonghwa smiled as he glanced around the room, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I think Hongjoong’s going to be jealous,” he teased lightly, his eyes sparkling. “We’ve done such a good job, and he’s going to want to take credit for all of it.”
Yeosang laughed, the sound soft but full of affection. “I think we’ll let him take credit for some of it,” he teased back, his voice playful. “But only if he promises to spoil us both when he gets back.”
Seonghwa leaned in close, resting his body against Yeosang’s. “Deal.” he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment as he drank in the warmth of the quiet moment. “He’ll spoil us both. We deserve it.”
-
The morning had drifted lazily by. They'd finished adding the last little touches to their makeshift nest - a cozy sanctuary for the two of them to rest and relax in before the whirlwind of parenthood arrived.
Yeosang stretched his arms overhead, his back arching with a slow, satisfied groan as he let his body sink deeper into the pile of soft cushions. His pregnancy, while a beautiful thing, had been wearing on him in small ways, and the act of lying down and stretching out felt like a rare luxury. The weight of his swollen belly was something he had grown accustomed to, but it was always a relief to finally settle and ease the pressure, even just for a moment.
“I could sleep for a hundred years right now.” Yeosang murmured lazily, his eyes half-lidded as he pulled one of Hongjoong's sweaters closer to his nose. He let out a soft sigh, already feeling his body begin to relax into the scent of his alpha.
Seonghwa, ever the gentle soul, moved beside him, settling into the nest with a contented hum. He didn’t need any encouragement; he, too, had felt the peaceful pull of sleep creeping in. The quiet moments like this were rare and precious - moments when it was just the two of them, cocooned in the love they had built together. Without a word, Seonghwa drew a soft blanket over both of them, the fabric warm and comforting as it settled around their bodies.
Yeosang shifted a little, snuggling closer to Seonghwa’s side. The rhythm of their breathing seemed to sync perfectly, each inhale and exhale matching the other’s as if they had been doing this for a lifetime. Their bodies naturally fit together, the gentle curves of their pregnant bellies pressing against each other as they nestled in a comfortable embrace. Yeosang’s head rested on Seonghwa’s shoulder, the warmth of his mate’s skin soothing him in a way nothing else could.
Seonghwa’s fingers, always so tender, began to trace light, soothing patterns along Yeosang’s back, the gentle touch sending waves of calm through him. He felt a soft smile tug at the corners of his lips as he continued the slow, comforting motion, feeling Yeosang’s body relax more and more in his arms.
“I can’t wait to meet the pups.” Yeosang murmured softly, his voice almost dreamy as his eyes fluttered closed. The words were filled with wonder, excitement, and a hint of nervousness that he had yet to fully shake off. “It feels like it’s all happening so fast.”
Seonghwa’s hand stilled for a moment, and he looked down at Yeosang, his gaze warm and full of reassurance. His fingers brushed gently through Yeosang’s hair, and the soft smile that tugged at his lips was the only answer Yeosang needed. It was a smile filled with understanding, filled with the quiet promise of everything they had built together.
“We’ll be okay.” Seonghwa whispered, his voice soft, but grounded, like an anchor in the midst of uncertainty. “We’re doing it together.” His words carried a warmth that wrapped around Yeosang like a protective cocoon, and as if on cue, they both settled further under the blanket, their bodies shifting to find an even deeper comfort.
“Hongjoong will be home soon,” Seonghwa added, his voice soothing, “and then we can make sure everything is perfect for when the pups arrive.”
Yeosang hummed softly in response, the sound a mix of contentment and gratitude. There was a peace that settled over him as he heard Seonghwa’s voice, steady and full of conviction. He had no doubt that they would navigate the days ahead with grace, especially with Hongjoong by their side. The three of them, together, would create a home full of love, warmth, and laughter.
With that comforting thought, Yeosang turned his head slightly, his lips curving into a small, affectionate smile as he glanced up at Seonghwa. His heart swelled with love and tenderness for his mate, “I love you.” Yeosang whispered, his voice soft, but filled with everything he felt in that moment.
Seonghwa’s smile softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Yeosang’s forehead. “I love you too,” he murmured in return. “Always.”
-
The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a hazy glow over the room. The air felt warm, heavy with the lingering remnants of their nap, and the quiet of the house seemed to wrap around them like a soft blanket. Seonghwa stirred, his body slow to move, still caught in the comfortable drowsiness of their shared rest. His gaze found Yeosang, who was lying beside him, just as content and lost in the peacefulness of the moment.
Their faces were close, so close that Seonghwa could feel the warmth of Yeosang's breath on his skin. The tender rise and fall of Yeosang's chest against him was a steady comfort, grounding him as his hand rested lightly against Yeosang's side.
Seonghwa shifted, feeling the pull of sleep slowly releasing its grip on him, but there was no rush to break the stillness. His lips, soft and warm, hovered just above Yeosang's, waiting, unsure if the moment would pass or deepen.
Yeosang's eyes fluttered open, drowsy and unfocused at first. His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, still caught in that sleep-soft state, as he looked at Seonghwa. Their faces were so close now, just the slightest movement between them, and instinctively, their lips met in a gentle, unhurried kiss.
The kiss was slow, almost lazy, as if they had all the time in the world. Their lips brushed softly, barely touching at first, the heat of each other’s skin sending a quiet shiver down their spines. It wasn’t urgent or demanding - just a quiet connection.
Yeosang’s hand moved to rest against Seonghwa’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his fingertips. Seonghwa’s fingers, warm and tender, slid to the back of Yeosang’s neck, cradling him as their lips met again, this time a little more firmly, but still languid, like they were savouring the closeness. The world outside faded away, and there was only the soft rhythm of their breathing and the slow, tender press of lips.
They kissed like that for a while, their lips meeting in slow, tender presses, each one gentle and full of quiet affection. The soft brush of their mouths released calming, familiar scents, the air around them filled with the sweetness of lavender and vanilla. There was no rush, no urgency - just the peaceful rhythm of being together, each kiss a quiet promise, each breath shared in perfect harmony.
When they finally pulled away, their foreheads pressed together, breathless but still lost in the quiet warmth of the moment.
For a moment, neither of them moved, just basking in the calm, the quiet intimacy of each other’s presence. And as they closed their eyes again, the world outside felt distant, their hearts beating in quiet synchrony as they melted back into the peace of each other's arms.
-
The day had been long for Hongjoong. Between meetings, reports, and the constant pressure of his responsibilities as an alpha, he was tired in a way that only a full day of work could make him feel. But despite the exhaustion weighing on him, there was something that always lifted his spirits, something he could always look forward to. The thought of coming home to his mates.
As he approached the house, he could hear the soft, contented sounds of his omegas inside. The quiet hum of laughter and the faint sound of soft music filling the space. His heart lightened at the thought of them - Yeosang and Seonghwa, both so full of warmth and love, and both so close to the arrival of their pups.
When Hongjoong stepped through the door, he was immediately hit by the familiar, comforting scent that filled the house - lavender, vanilla, and the unmistakable sweetness of both his mates. Their scents were thick in the air, mixing with the soft lighting that made the room glow with a gentle warmth. The space had been carefully arranged with pillows, blankets, and little trinkets - clear signs of the nesting they’d spent the day doing.
The moment he stepped in, a wave of relief washed over him. The fatigue of the day seemed to melt away as he inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of his family. His muscles relaxed, his mind slowing down as the presence of his omegas wrapped around him like a warm blanket.
He didn’t even need to call out. As soon as they heard the door open, Yeosang and Seonghwa’s energy shifted, like a magnetic pull. Without a second thought, they both rushed toward him, unable to keep the wide smiles off their faces.
Yeosang reached him first, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he threw his arms around Hongjoong’s waist, burying his face into his chest. Hongjoong chuckled in return, holding him close, his hand running gently through Yeosang’s soft hair. There was something so grounding about this moment, the simple act of holding each other after a long day.
Seonghwa wasn’t far behind, his steps a little slower, his movements cautious with the weight of his pregnancy. But the smile on his face was just as bright. He placed a hand gently on Hongjoong’s arm, leaning in to rest against his alpha. Hongjoong pulled him close too, wrapping an arm around both of them, his warmth enveloping them in a protective cocoon.
“I missed you both.” Hongjoong murmured, his voice rough from the day but filled with affection. He closed his eyes for a moment, just relishing in the feeling of their bodies being close to his.
“We missed you.” Yeosang replied softly, lifting his head to meet Hongjoong’s gaze. His eyes were soft and full of adoration, and despite the fatigue that had lingered in Hongjoong’s body, his heart swelled with love.
Seonghwa let out a contented sigh, his hand resting against Hongjoong’s chest as he settled into his embrace. “It’s been a peaceful day, but it’s always better when you’re home.” he said, his voice gentle but full of warmth.
Hongjoong chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Seonghwa’s temple before tilting his head to kiss Yeosang’s forehead as well. The simple gestures were enough to make both of his omegas smile, their hearts full of affection for him in return.
“You’ve been nesting?” Hongjoong asked, his gaze sweeping over the cozy setup in the living room. The living room was covered in pillow, soft blankets, and a few items they had picked out for the pups scattered around. Little baby clothes, tiny plush toys, and soft fabrics they’d spent the day picking together.
Yeosang nodded, his hand resting on his swollen belly. “Yes. We wanted to make it as comfortable as possible for when the pups arrive.”
“It’s perfect!” Hongjoong said, his voice full of pride as he looked around. “You two have done an amazing job.”
As he spoke, he felt the familiar hum of his alpha aura stirring, a quiet, protective energy that pulsed from him and radiated outward. His presence always seemed to have this effect on his omegas - like a shield that wrapped around them, making them feel safe and cared for. Yeosang and Seonghwa both leaned into him instinctively, their bodies relaxing in response to the soothing aura.
“Come here.” Hongjoong said softly, pulling both of them in closer. He sat down on the nearby couch, bringing Yeosang and Seonghwa with him, and gently cradled them in his arms.
Yeosang, ever the shy one, nestled into Hongjoong’s side, the soft scent of lavender and vanilla surrounding him as he settled against his alpha. His head found a comfortable place against Hongjoong’s shoulder, his body naturally curling into the warmth of Hongjoong’s side. His presence was sweet and calming, like a soft melody that wrapped around Hongjoong’s heart, and the simple act of being this close to him filled Hongjoong’s chest with a deep, contented warmth.
Seonghwa, with his nurturing and gentle nature, crawled into Hongjoong’s lap, his movements slow and deliberate as he adjusted his position, mindful of his swollen belly. When he finally settled in, he let out a soft sigh of contentment, his head resting against Hongjoong’s chest. He gently traced his fingers along Hongjoong’s jaw, a quiet, affectionate gesture that spoke volumes about the depth of his appreciation.
Hongjoong’s hands moved instinctively to pull them both closer, his arms strong yet tender around them. He cradled Yeosang’s body with one arm while his other hand ran through Seonghwa’s hair, both of them settling deeper into the warmth of his embrace. The three of them fit together perfectly, the quiet intimacy of the moment feeling like a soft lullaby.
The peaceful silence between them was comforting. No words were needed - just the steady rise and fall of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies, and the deep connection that flowed effortlessly between them. Hongjoong’s alpha instincts, always protective, began to stir as he held his two pregnant mates, each feeling the gentle, quiet pulse of his presence. His need to reassure them - especially now, with the weight of their pregnancies - was instinctual, a part of who he was.
Hongjoong nuzzled his face into the top of Yeosang’s head, his breath warm against the soft strands of his mate’s hair. Yeosang’s scent - sweet and warm - filled his senses, grounding him, and Hongjoong took in a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of his omega, mixed with the soft floral notes of the space around them. His lips brushed against Yeosang’s birthmark in a soft kiss.
Seonghwa’s hand moved to cup Hongjoong’s face, the touch tender as he gently stroked his alpha’s jaw. He leaned in slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Hongjoong’s neck. It was a small gesture, but to Hongjoong, it felt like a deep expression of love. He smiled softly, his heart swelling with affection.
“We're yours, my love.” Seonghwa murmured quietly, his voice thick with emotion.
Hongjoong’s heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in Seonghwa’s words. His alpha instincts surged, wanting to protect them both even more fiercely, wanting to keep them safe in his arms forever. He let out a quiet breath, his hands tightening ever so slightly around them. His fingers gently massaged the small of Yeosang’s back, as if offering reassurance, while his other hand rested protectively over Seonghwa’s abdomen.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Hongjoong pressed his face into Seonghwa’s hair, inhaling deeply. Seonghwa’s scent - earthy, rich, and grounding - mixed with the familiar notes of their shared bond, filling Hongjoong’s senses with the comforting aroma of his two omegas. Hongjoong’s lips brushed against Seonghwa’s ear as he whispered, “I love you both so much. So much.”
Yeosang shifted slightly, lifting his head from Hongjoong’s shoulder, and their gazes met. The connection was quiet, but it spoke volumes. There was no need for more words. The gentle pressure of their fingers intertwined, the softness of their touch, the way they sought each other’s warmth, said everything.
Hongjoong felt an overwhelming surge of tenderness as he gazed down at them. Both of his omegas, both carrying his pups, both so precious to him. His heart swelled in his chest, and he let out a quiet sigh, not out of exhaustion, but from the sheer magnitude of the love he felt for them.
Hongjoong’s eyes softened as he turned to Yeosang, who had his hand resting gently on his rounded belly. Yeosang caught his gaze, and Hongjoong leaned down slowly, his breath warm against Yeosang’s face, and without another thought, he pressed his lips to his omega’s. Yeosang’s eyes fluttered closed in response, and he eagerly met Hongjoong halfway, his lips soft and tender against his mate’s. The kiss was slow, almost reverent, as if they were savouring each moment together, basking in the love that enveloped them.
Seonghwa, not one to be left out of these intimate moments, shifted closer. His presence was like a pull, drawing Hongjoong’s attention as he moved to join them. Hongjoong didn’t hesitate, turning toward him and capturing Seonghwa’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Seonghwa’s hands rested on Hongjoong’s shoulders, fingers lightly grazing his skin as he deepened the kiss, his own love and affection clear in the way he held him close.
The room, now filled with the scent of their arousal, seemed to stretch time itself, as if the evening would never end. Hongjoong kissed both of his mates alternately, his hands moving gently to caress their bellies, feeling the faintest flutter beneath his palms. He couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips each time he felt the pulse of life within them, a reminder of the future they were building together.
He drew the most intoxicating whines from his omegas, coaxing every soft sound and purr from their lips with a mastery that left them trembling.
Each kiss was a promise, each touch an unspoken affirmation of their love. Hongjoong’s fingers traced the gentle curve of Yeosang’s belly, then Seonghwa’s, and in that moment, the depth of their bond washed over him in waves too powerful for words. His chest swelled with emotion, his heart pounding as he realised, with breathtaking clarity, just how incredibly lucky he was to have them - both of them - by his side.
He leaned back, eyes softening as he watched the two omegas move toward each other, their lips finding one another with a neediness that spoke volumes. Their lips moved together as their hands instinctively slid over the swell of their bellies, fingers brushing in synchrony as if their very hearts beat as one. The room hummed with a quiet, palpable energy - an intimacy so profound it felt like the air itself was charged with it. Hongjoong could only feel. His chest ached with the weight of love that wrapped around them all, a love so overwhelming he feared it might consume him entirely.
Yeosang’s shy laughter broke the stillness, a sound so pure it seemed to echo through every part of him, and Seonghwa’s smile followed - gentle, content, like the curve of a moonlit night. They moved together as if destined, their connection flawless, an effortless dance of hearts intertwined. Hongjoong’s breath caught as he realised just how perfect they were together, how perfect this was. To be here with them, to be part of their world, was a gift he would never take for granted.
Their bond was undeniable, evident in every shared glance, every tender touch, every quiet moment of understanding. Hongjoong’s heart fluttered as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against Yeosang’s, then Seonghwa’s, craving the closeness, the sacredness of the moment. In their warmth, the world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only them - their love, their future, their promises. Silent, but understood.
The night wrapped around them like the softest of blankets, the weight of their love enveloping them in a quiet cocoon of peace and devotion. The room was still, save for the rhythm of their breaths, and for the first time, Hongjoong knew that this - this was everything. Everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever need. And as he closed his eyes, he vowed to protect it, to cherish it, to hold it close - forever.
-
The soft glow of the evening light filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the room as the three of them settled into their nest. The air was thick with comfort, and the world outside seemed to fall away, leaving only the soothing warmth of their shared space. Hongjoong lay back on the pile of pillows, pulling Yeosang and Seonghwa close. His arms wrapped around them instinctively, holding them tightly, as if afraid to let go of this moment of pure peace.
Yeosang’s head rested against Hongjoong’s chest, the rhythm of his breathing slow and steady, a quiet hum that matched the beat of Hongjoong’s own heart. Seonghwa, on the other side, had tucked his head into the crook of Hongjoong’s neck, his hand naturally finding Yeosang’s, their fingers twined together.
Hongjoong could feel the soft rise and fall of their bellies as they lay together, a reminder of the pups growing inside them, of the new chapter waiting to unfold. There was something magical about this moment - the way their bodies fit together, the quiet warmth that seemed to radiate from their very souls. He closed his eyes and sighed, content. This was home. This was family.
The silence between them was not awkward but filled with an unspoken understanding, a comfort that came with knowing they had everything they needed in each other. From time to time, their breathing would slow, and their bodies would drift toward sleep, but the stillness never felt heavy. It was peaceful, a lullaby in the form of soft skin and whispered breaths.
Seonghwa, his voice barely above a whisper, broke the calm. “Do you ever wonder what it will be like when the pups are born?”
Yeosang shifted slightly, raising his head to glance at Hongjoong. His eyes were soft, full of tenderness, but there was a flicker of excitement in them, too. “I do. I think about it all the time. Will they have your smile, Hongjoong? Or my eyes? Or Seonghwa's nose?”
Hongjoong smiled, his hand tracing gentle patterns on Yeosang’s back. “I think they’ll have the best of both of you. The way you love, the way you care for each other. Our pups will have so much to learn from you both.”
Seonghwa’s hand tightened around Yeosang’s, and his voice was calm but filled with certainty. “We’ll be good parents, right? I mean, there’s so much we don’t know, but I know we’ll figure it out.”
Hongjoong shifted slightly, turning his head so he could meet both of their eyes. His gaze was filled with unwavering assurance, his love for them almost palpable in the quiet space between them. “I know we’ll be perfect.” he said softly. “We’ve already created something beautiful, just by being together. Raising our pups will be no different. I believe in us, in all of us.”
Yeosang’s lips curved into a small smile as he nuzzled closer to Hongjoong. “I’m scared sometimes. Scared of not being good enough."
Hongjoong kissed the top of his head, his heart full as he whispered, “You’re already more than enough. You both are. And I promise you - together, we’ll make this work. We’ll make sure our pups know how much they’re loved.”
Seonghwa’s voice was soft but steady. “We’ll be there for them. Every step of the way.”
As the night deepened, the soft hum of the world outside seemed to fade entirely, leaving only the warmth of their bed and the quiet comfort of one another’s presence. Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Seonghwa were tucked together, their bodies entwined beneath the blankets, sharing a peaceful, contented silence.