warnings: mpreg, non-detailed birthing scenes, jeongin is being called mom in a non-gendered way

words: 12.301

written: mid 2019

published: may 22nd 2023

notes:
this was originally a three-part oneshot, then i turned it into book and now it's back in its original form (:

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Jeongin's leg was impatiently bobbing up and down as his fingernails drummed on the edge of the bathtub he had settled on. He was tapping his phone screen every two seconds to check the time, but the numbers did not change and a simple minute felt like it lasted an hour.

But when three minutes finally went by, he squeezed his eyes shut and hastily grabbed the pregnancy test next to him, even though he was actually way too scared to turn it around, he did not even dare to open his eyelids just a bit.

You can do it, Jeongin, he encouraged himself and took a few deep breaths. It couldn't be that hard. It's just a negative pregnancy test, nothing too significant, okay? Okay.

With that, he opened his fox-like eyes and let his gaze wander to the small display and Jeongin immediately started shaking as he saw the test's clear result, tears forming in his eyes. "No, no, no," Jeongin started panicking and tried to calm himself down, trying to get rid of the fat lump in his throat that had formed in no time.

This was a dream, right? Everything here is not real, it's just a stupid imagination, a hallucination. He must be peacefully sleeping in his soft and comfortable bed, having an awful nightmare - it has to be a nightmare. But even after he desperately pinched his own arm several times, he did not wake up.

Everything happening was the cruel reality.

"Fuck," he sobbed and struggled to get to his feet, leaving the bathroom to walk to his bed on shaky legs, where the Korean let the jeans slip off his petite body. He then pulled his hoodie up to his chest and turned around, now standing sideways in front of the full-length mirror. And if he directly looked at his stomach, there has definitely formed a tiny bulge in it.

New tears came up and Jeongin just silently cried to himself, his right hand repetitively running over his tiny baby bump like it would make it go away. Yet it never disappeared. It was real.

But how did he not notice something like this earlier? Jeongin is a thousand percent pregnant, probably even further than nine weeks.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Jeongin looked at his body, not being able to think straight at the moment. Was this really the plot twist of his life? That plot, that turned his life a whole hundred and eighty degrees? But if he thought about it, this was the chance to show and demonstrate the world he is not a little baby anymore and that he indeed can be responsible.

Responsible, really Jeongin? You managed to get yourself pregnant by some random guy you don't even remember! How responsible of you, really!

A dry laugh left the boy's mouth and he let his hoodie fall back to its place before taking out his phone and snapping a picture through the mirror. At first with and then without the hoodie covering his stomach. He sighed and sniffled a bit after he looked at the photos, creating a new album called "Baby", in which he now wanted to picture the baby bump's development.

For some people he may have reacted a little too hasty, but he definitely didn't plan on taking the life away from someone innocent that did not even ask to be created. It was his fault, and to his luck, he is stable enough and able to take care of a child.

And so it was Jeongin's final decision - He wanted to keep the baby.

"I hope you're a girl," Jeongin mumbled to himself while he was comfortably resting on his bed. Due to his two brothers, he knew how exhausting and annoying the beings of his own gender can be and hoped for a decent, cute, little girl that wouldn't be crying 24/7. But honestly, he did not think that would be a problem since he himself never did that as a baby, and if the baby's father was the same, everything was going to be fine.

Father. With a sigh, the Korean opened his eyes, silently staring at the white ceiling above him. What if he would never find out who the father is? It's not like he can't take care of a baby by himself, it would just put his mind at ease.

As long as everything goes according to plan, I shouldn't be worrying about something that will just make it harder, he continued and walked his middle and pointer finger over the, by now, kind of big baby bump like it was a hill. "You know, Peach... I love you in some way, even though I still haven't quite come to terms with the fact that you will be living inside my stomach for a few more months, but what else could I do? It wasn't your decision after all and I am the only one to blame. Well, it's not just my fault, but you don't necessarily have to know how babies like you are made right now. That still has got some time left," Jeongin giggled a little in embarrassment. "Well, it comes as it comes. And apparently it came inside of me this time, haha."

Jeongin gave the fetus the name "Peach" after he first saw her a few weeks ago during his first real ultrasound appointment, and the doctor told him the baby was the size of a peach. So that was how the name was birthed.

The baby's company was good for him though. Usually, he was alone all day but now he had someone to talk to and since his stomach had grown a lot over night, he finally got the feeling he was having a real conversation partner. May sound a bit stupid, but that's just how it is.

"Anyway, are you hungry?" As expected, he did not get an answer. "'Cause I could literally devour a whole bus right now, including passengers," Jeongin told the baby, caressing his stomach as he felt the little bean moving around a little bit and softly kicking his stomach. "Strawberries? You've got taste! I think that's a beautiful idea."

The brown-haired Korean heaved himself up and held his aching back, before straightening his oversized t-shirt. And as he walked past his mirror, he stopped with a sigh and turned from the left to the right a few times.

How was he supposed to hide such a big baby bump? No matter what he was wearing, nothing would cover his stomach anymore, which increased the fear of someone insulting him for having a baby. Or even worse.

"Okay, c'mon then, let's just eat something."

•

Weeks passed by and Minho, his best friend, kept coming over to Jeongin during his pregnancy to help him with everything regarding cleaning, shopping, cooking and emotionally supporting the younger. The Korean sometimes became a hormonal wrack and shed tears out of nowhere or even threw things around the apartment. And these were just two harmless stories..

Right now, for example, the now pink-haired stood in front of the mirror and had no idea what to wear. His clothes were either too tight around his stomach or too loose on his shoulders and slipped of his thin frame. "Argh!" Irritated, Jeongin threw one of his sweaters against the white cabinet before stomping to his bed and laying down with an annoyed sigh.

"Nothing fits, nothing! And all of this is that fucker's fault!" Jeongin aggressively kicked the mattress he was on. "Is it that hard to pull a damn condom over your fucking dick?! Oh my God!"

After his little outrage, Jeongin just angrily looked at the ceiling, stretched out his arms and legs like a starfish and thought about how much he would love to rip off his baby bump.

"Jeongin, calm down," Minho suddenly entered the room, having heard the little tantrum of his best friend. "It's just clothes and people will see your stomach soon anyway, hm." Slowly, the older Korean sat down next to him and gently pat Jeongin's knee. "That is easy for you to say," the smaller one mumbled as an answer, stuffing his cheeks with chips he always stored next to his bed. "You dom't haf a baby bump nor do you haf to eat for two people, Mimho."

"Mimho" just scrunched his nose and placed a hoodie next to his legs, disgusted by Jeongin eating chips at seven in the morning,. "You are not entirely innocent this" Minho pointed to Jeongin's stomach, "happened, you know that," he then replied, basically glaring at his friend.

Something about Minho's statement seemed to have triggered the younger in some way though, because suddenly big streams of tears were running down his rosy cheeks. "I didn't want to get pregnant, Hyung!" Jeongin loudly sobbed and immediately started wiping the salty liquid off his face.

"Until Peach happened, I didn't even know that I was able to carry children," he added, making Minho sigh again. The older just silently handed him the pink hoodie he pulled out of the laundry a minute ago before he got up and disappeared into the living room, leaving a sniffing Jeongin behind.

However, the tears dried down as soon as Jeongin discovered that it was his favorite hoodie. It's pink, oversized and should cover his stomach at least a bit. And indeed. Jeongin turned from side to side in front of the mirror. The baby bump could still be seen, I mean it was not small anymore, but it didn't stand out too much either.

Sighing, the Korean caressed the bump and pulled out his cell phone to pose for his daily documentary photos.

•

Very pregnant, Jeongin waddled through the stairwell with a shopping bag in his hand. The young man was exhausted when he finally reached his apartment door after minutes that felt like decades. Climbing the stairs up to the fifth floor, being near his due date, was not that easy anymore. And as lucky as he was, the elevator in the house was currently out of order. Great.

This meant; he has been walking up and down these stairs for about two weeks now, which really got him out of breath. Because every time the Korean entered his apartment, he only wanted to collapse into his bed right away and never get up again. Having and handling a baby bump further than the ninth month is extremely exhausting.

"Oof." The pink-haired man swiftly placed the medium-weight bag on the floor to take a little break that was more than needed. Therefore, he leaned his arm, on which he put his head, against the hard wall next to the apartment's door as sweat was running down his forehead and dripped off his hair, right onto the black tiles underneath him.

For a good minute, Jeongin was trying to calm down a little bit before he pulled himself up and straightened his thin silver glasses. He then bent down in an awkward way, his slim fingers reaching for the handle of the bag while the soon-to-be father finally got his keys out and unlocked his lovely home.

Immediately after the door closed behind him, the Korean took the shoes off his aching feet and went to the living room, where he seized the sofa. The things he previously bought were completely forgotten.

Jeongin sighed in frustration and his hand slowly slid to his stomach, gently caressing the bump that was quite large by now. "If you can hear me right now, little one," the Korean quietly began talking and used his fingertip to draw tiny hearts on his warm skin. "Please get out of there soon, okay? You're making mommy's life an exhausting hell." Amused because of this little talk, he shook his head and laughed weakly before he felt a powerful kick against his rib cage. "Owie!"

He sighed again. Jeongin had been carrying this little human around in his stomach for nine months now, and even though he initially had problems accepting that, the young man started to love his unborn daughter more than anything else in this world. The little girl would be growing up without a second father, but he did not really care. He's survived all the time alone, so life won't be that difficult after giving birth, right? If needed, he still got his best friend who supported him through literally everything.

Anyway. Jeongin was incredibly drained, so his eyes got heavier second by second and it became harder to keep his slightly glittery eyelids open.

"See you later, little one."

•

Later seemed to be a few hours after the little talk with his baby as Jeongin suddenly woke up, still laying on the sofa. It was because the baby drew all attention to itself. Not with hiccups, or because she had kicked him in the bladder again, no - this time the contractions had actually started and weren't just small not really noticeable ones like during his last appointments. "When I said "please get out of there", I didn't mean a few hours later!", the young Korean hissed in pain and scolded his still unborn child, while he used his right hand to support himself on the sofa, placing the other on top of his stomach.

"Argh!"

Sounds of pain escaped Jeongin's mouth. These cramps in his lower abdomen were so bad, making him unable to move properly, so he had to use the wall as support to move along it - otherwise he would have fallen over. As quick as possible, he tried to get to his phone that was still on the dresser in the hallway, wanting to call his midwife and let her know about his current condition.

However, the device's battery seemed to be dying, according to the small battery in the top right corner of its screen. "Fuck," Jeongin murmured, running his hands through his hair while his smartphone shut down. Normally, he would have reached out to Minho or Felix, but unfortunately none if them were available this night and he did not know their phone numbers by heart. That meant he couldn't use the house phone either and he's probably going to have to take a taxi from the station around the corner.

The Korean nodded determined and straightened his glasses before slipping on his pink sneakers. Last but not least, he took the front door keys and made his way to the stairwell.

Jeongin just closed the apartment door behind him, when this miserable stinging pain inside of him came up again. The contractions got stronger every second and it felt like something was slowly tearing deep inside of him, and due to their sudden and powerful appearance out of fucking nowhere, he stumbled back a little and firmly clawed at the railing, hoping not to fall over it. Falling out of the fifth floor would not be as ideal. Especially not when he's about to gift life to a person.

"Okay, Jeongin. Get yourself together, alright? You can do it!" he encouraged himself a little bit. "And you too, baby. Please hold back a little." As soon as these begging words were uttered, the contractions surprisingly stopped to which Jeongin loosened his grip on the railing with relief.

Step by step, he then walked down the stairs, standing on each of them for at least five seconds to collect his breath. As I said - Jeongin learned that walking up and down stairs as a pregnant person is quite exhausting.

However, the pink-haired Korean hurried to get to the bottom floor as quickly as possible. But Jeongin unfortunately stumbled against a wall on the third level due to a sudden stinging, leading him to slide down on the rough surface.

The only problem now was that Jeongin was not strong enough to push himself back up. His arms gave in with every attempt and he couldn't move his shaking legs either because he huge baby bump did not allow him to lift them properly when he was seated that way.

Tears immediately formed in his fox-like eyes when he realised that he was sitting in a cold and empty hallway - Completely alone, helpless and on his own. Without anyone to help him.

For a good five minutes, Jeongin just rigidly sat on the cold floor, sobbed the life out of his body and held his aching baby bump. Apparently none of the neighbors seemed to notice or even hear him, because the light that went out earlier, due to the lack of movement, did not turn back on.

What do I do now? I am completely alone, nobody is here and I am about to have a damn child!

Heartbreaking sobs continued to leave Jeongin's lips. He wiped his tears from time to time but they still continued to roll down his cheeks in regular torrents, and no matter what he did, they kept coming back. Nothing could stop the salty liquid, nothing. And the contractions, that appeared at fairly regular intervals, did not make the whole thing any more pleasant.

In the meantime they became so strong that the only thing Jeongin wanted to do was scream. But he couldn't, his throat literally felt like he got strangled, causing only chopped and choked sobs to be heard.

It was as if a thick rope had tightly wrapped itself around his neck in less than a second and kept tightening. As if he was being hung. It was so hard for him to breathe and the pink-haired man had the feeling that a panic attack could surprise him any second. This thought frightened him even more. What if the baby doesn't get enough air?!

"Okay, calm down." His voice was shaking, almost just a thin breath in the deafening silence. "Everything will be fine, everything will be fine, everything will-"

"Hello?"

Suddenly the stairwell was illuminated in a white-yellowish light and the pink-haired Korean flinched, still being unable to reply.

"Is someone there?"

In his slightly anxious state, Jeongin pushed his pretty petite body, well, apart from the baby bump, closer to the wall behind him. After all, it could have been someone who wanted to hurt him. Or even worse, his baby. That's why he tried to hold back his sobs the best he could, especially after he heard footsteps. The person that just entered the house seemed to quickly rush up to the third floor.

The young, brown-blonde man noticed Jeongin's barely audible crying immediately after unlocking the front door and he wanted to make sure it was real. He could have just imagined the noises in his more than sleep deprived state.

However, his breath hitched when he realized the sounds were definitely no hallucination. A young man, apparently very pregnant, was crouching on the floor in front of him, holding his stomach with a face contorted with pain and wet from tears.

"Hello?" Chan asked again, not getting an answer for the second time. The only thing he got was a tiny reaction of the other person's head. It shot up and the younger wanted to die right here and now. Why did it have to be a really hot guy who was seeing him in this state?

"W-what happened?" Even though the question was actually pretty unnecessary, the blonde-brown-haired couldn't think of anything better than that to start a "conversation".

"B-baby!" The Korean sobbed through his teeth, Chan now feeling a little bit dumb for asking such a question when it was kind of obvious. The little one, of course, was in labor. However, he got no time to think about what a pregnant boy was doing in the cold stairwell at three o'clock in the morning.

Chan then eyed him thoughtfully for a while before moving closer to the pink haired man, holding out his hand. "Can you get up?" Jeongin shook his head in silence as tears were still running down his face. "Come here, then," the older assisted Jeongin by grabbing him under his arms and pulled him onto his thin shaky legs.

As soon as Jeongin was standing on his feet, he immediately lost his balance and somehow slung his arms around Chan's neck. At that moment, Jeongin didn't care that he didn't know the handsome guy. The only thing that mattered right now was that his daughter was born healthy.

At first, the Australian was a little overwhelmed by the sudden attack. On one hand, the little one clinged to him with such power he was getting pulled down. On the other, all of this was going way too fast for his sleep-needing, foggy brain.

So if the younger would not have reacted in time to hold onto Chan, the Korean probably would have fallen onto his stomach. "C-can I help you somehow? Shall I drive you to the hospital o-or do anything else for you?"

"C-call my midwife, p-please!"

The Australian immediately pulled out his phone, opening the call app. "Do you know her phone number?" Chan's thumb already hovered over the keyboard, ready for typing while his left arm was placed around Jeongin's waist to support him. "N-no, but her name is M-Manoban," the younger replied as the unbearable pressure in his stomach kept increasing.

Upon hearing the familiar name, Chan's eyes widened in surprise. Coincidentally, he had still saved the number on his cell phone because his cousin also gave birth a few weeks ago. The blonde looked up "Manoban" in his contacts under the letter "M" and clicked on "call" in no time, impatience sprouting through his body as he waited for the woman to pick up.

With every passing second, Chan got more and more nervous due to having absolutely no idea how to look after a young man who was about to have a child. "Come on.. Ah! Ms. Manoban!" He was about to complain when she finally answered the phone. "Oh, Bang Chan! What's up at this late hour?" the astonished voice of the midwife asked.

"There is a boy who is being looked after by you as a midwife and he's currently in labor. His name is..." Chan expectantly looked down at him. "Yang Jeongin," the male replied in a quiet voice, but still loud enough for the woman to catch. "Jeongin?! Oh darling! Where are you?"

"We are in the stairwell of the house, we live in the same apartment complex, that's why I ran into him."

"Good, okay. Get here as fast as possible when the contractions occur at shorter intervals."

"Okay, thank you! See you soon."

"See you!"

Exhaling deeply, the Australian put his phone away before all his attention swapped over to Jeongin. The letter though did not look back at him. His eyelids were squeezed shut as the pulling and stinging in his abdomen was getting worse.

It's like someone was inflating a huge balloon inside his stomach that later burst due to too much pressure. Well, in this case it was not really a balloon. Jeongin's water broke way faster than expected, causing the Korean's face to burn up in embarrassment. In addition, his eyes became watery as he noticed how the warm fluid started running down his legs.

Jeongin was so incredibly embarrassed that all of this was happening in front of a complete stranger. Chan on the other hand did not mind that at all. The boy couldn't help it, it's nature, so why would he judge?

"O-oh God, the baby!" Jeongin screeched shortly after he, atypically, already felt a small urge to push. Chan understood what Jeongin meant and supported the young man on the way to his own apartment, which fortunately was directly on the floor where Jeongin slid down the wall.

After opening the door, the brown-blonde got out his smartphone again and let the midwife's phone ring until she was back on the device.

"Jeongin's water just broke and he has to push! What am I supposed to do, how can I help him?!"

"At first.."

From there on, everything went by extremely quick. Even so fast that Jeongin's foggy brain couldn't process the events properly. He did not notice nor remember how he was brought to the Australian's couch, on which he laid down - Not without getting an old blanket and many soft pillows stuffed underneath his body though. Chan then shamelessly - with consent of course - freed Jeongin from the wet pants the pink-haired was still wearing and did everything the midwife told him.

"My name is Chan, by the way," the words randomly bursted out of him at some point. He had already found out the name of the pregnant boy, yet the Australian never got the chance to introduce himself properly. In response, Jeongin simply nodded with a small smile and tried to concentrate on his breathing, tightly grabbing Chan's hand.

"It'll be alright, Jeongin," the brown-blonde caressed Jeongin's soft hair and looked at him lovingly. "Ms. Manoban should be here any moment." Concentrated, Jeongin nodded again and squeezed his helper's hand so tightly that the latter was afraid his bones were going to break.

•

"Chan, Chan, Chan, Chan, Chan!" Jeongin suddenly shrieked hysterically, overwhelming the older male by the sudden outburst. His worried eyes trailed the way up from the the pink-haired's hand in surprise, whereupon the Australian came across Jeongin's desperate and scared face. "Is everything okay?" Jeongin shook his head. "I can't hold back anymore, I just can't," the Korean hysterically explained, his breathing going flat, yet quite hectic.

Chan put his free hand on Jeongin's cheek and gently ran his finger over the soft skin. He maintained intensive eye contact, calmimg the pregnant Korean a little bit. "It's gonna be okay Jeongin, alright? Ms. Manoban will be here soon and I'll be with you as long as possible, I promise," Chan reassuringly calmed him down and squeezed Jeongin's hand once. "And if there is no other way, then you have to allow it. It's neither good for you nor the baby if you keep holding it back for too long."

Jeongin then looked up at him, a desperate expression still plastered all over his, in Chan's eyes, beautiful face. "B-but this is your sofa," Jeongin argued but was gently stopped from speaking by the Australian. "Jeongin," he sighed softly. "The baby is way more important than my damn sofa. Please do not worry about anything, rather take care of your child and yourself," the brown-blonde assured him again, caressed the back of Jeongin's soft hand.

"Yes, but- ArGh!"

Startled, Chan's eyes grew wide as a painful sounding moan erupted Jeongin's throat. "Oh shit," the Australian quietly mumbled to himself, the sheer panic spreading through his veins. He had absolutely no idea what to do now. After all, he has never given any kind of obstetrics.

A little lost and stressed, he ran his fingers through his curly hair and hoped the boy's midwife would show up soon. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Chan hyung!" The slender fingers of the two were tightly interlocked by now, Jeongin concentrating on keeping his breathing under control. In the meantime, the contractions got so strong that the pain added to the pressure of the baby in his pelvis, and Jeongin felt like everything in his abdomen was breaking into small pieces.

"Can I leave you alone for a tiny moment?" Barely noticeably, Jeongin nodded, reducing his grip on Chan's hand, who immediately took the chance and sprinted towards the hallway to open the front door a little bit, so he did not have to run to the door if Ms. Manoban joined them in a stressful situation. Also, Chan did not want to leave Jeongin alone for too long in the living room while he's giving birth.

After that was done, the Australian slid his way back to Jeongin across the floor and kneeled back down next to his sofa. "I'm back," the brown-blonde informed the Koean and immediately took Jeongin's hand in his own like before. The younger automatically tensed up as cracked screams left his throat while a new wave of labor began.

"Chan! It hurts!" A waterfall of tears rolled over Jeongin's already flushed cheeks and dripped onto their intertwined hands, making Chan's heart painfully contract at this sight. He would rather not have to watch how this poor young man had to suffer like this - but well, that's how nature works.

"B-boxer shorts, please!"

Chan got the message and slid his slender fingers under the hem of the soft fabric. At first it was quite awkward for the blonde-brown haired male to undress a complete stranger, but he knew this was the only right thing to do when he thought about what Jeongin was going through right now.

For one last time, he took a deep breath and stripped Jeongin's shorts off his, to be honest, pretty legs, trying to pay as little attention to Jeongin's private area as possible. At the moment, though, Jeongin did not care who got to see which part of his body. The most important thing right now was to get the baby out of him.

After the younger got undressed, he spread his legs and clawed his hands into the couch when the pressure became too much for him to handle. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," Chan murmured to himself and tried to stay cool. Like so often today, he then pulled his phone out and dialed the number of the midwife, who luckily did not take ages to answer.

"I'm in the stairwell!" her voice sounded from the electronic device and, at the same time, echoed through the house. "Oh God, thank you!"

And a minute later, she already burst into the living room. "Jeongin, I'm here! Everything is okay." The Korean nodded in agony, letting the woman slip between his legs.

"Good. Now I want you to push every time a new wave of contractions comes in, alright?" For the second time, the youngest boy gave her an okay with a small head movement, whereupon he immediately searched for physical contact with Chan once again.

When the older's Hand was grabbed, the Australian looked at him in surprise but started smiling and tightened his grip to give Jeongin the support he needed at the moment.

•

"And there she is," the midwife grinned happily as she held the new-born girl in her hands. At the sight of his daughter, tears formed in Jeongin's eyes and pretty quickly ran down his cheeks. "Hey, little one," he softly whispered into her ear, his voice extremely hoarse, while caressing the girl's slippery head as it was lying on his chest.

Chan meanwhile watched the events with a hand held to his heart, it was just too cute how this little creature interacted with Jeongin. Both of them deeply looked into each other's eyes and the father just couldn't get the grin off his lips. Jeongin was way too happy that his child was now with him after such a long wait.

"Jeongin, do you want to cut the umbilical cord yourself or-"

"I want Chan Hyung to do it."

Chan paused in his movements. The Australian would never have expected something like cutting an umbilical cord happening to him. Especially since he was not even the father. So why was he the one to do such an important and emotional task? Jeongin on the other hand seemed to be able to read Chan's mind and interlaced their fingers again. "None of this would have been possible without you," he explained a little embarrassed, quickly looking back down at his baby.

The Australian's cheeks also turned slightly pink before reaching for the scissors, which were kindly held out to him with an encouraging smile from Ms. Manoban, accepting them with a small thanks. In the next step, the child was carefully removed from Jeongin's chest and for the first time this night, the blonde-brown-haired was able to take a look at the little girl.

Different than expected though, he got startled as soon as he laid his eyes on the baby's face - Chan's jaw literally dropped. "S-she looks just like m-me," he stuttered, taking a step back. Upon hearing that, the others' eyes automatically moved from Chan to the baby and back to him. And the more they did that, the more they realised how much that was true. In fact, she pretty much looked like a mix of Jeongin and Chan.

"Fuck," the older softly whispered, random blurry memories flying through his head. "D-did you happen to be partying with a few friends at Miroh-Avenue about, y'know, nine months ago?" Chan hesitantly wanted to know, making Jeongin think for some seconds before he nodded. "Yeah, I was, why?" The pink-haired boy cocked his head in confusion.

So that was the reason why the boy looked so familiar to Chan. "You had red hair back then," Chan chuckled with a slight smile as he remembered how well it fit the Korean.

"Wait, wait, wait," Jeongin got hit with realisation like a truck, while memories of their wild night also whirled through his already dizzy and cloudy mind. "What you mean by that is... well.. that we are her..?" Chan simply nodded in silence. "I-I guess?"

With red cheeks, Jeongin smilingly glanced down at the little squirming worm in his arms. Somehow, this situation was way more uncomfortable than giving birth to his child in Chan's apartment right in front of him, so he just pet his little baby.

"The blonde hair looked really good on you, by the way."

Later, around five in the morning, Chan was still awake in his bed because just about half an hour ago, he helped Jeongin get into his own home after the baby got washed, examined, and dressed in, to be honest, really cute clothes. Chan even told him that Jeongin could come to him at any time if he needed any help, whereupon Jeongin literally started crying after that little offer and couldn't cope with how someone he hardly knew could be so nice and loving to him. The adorable reaction really warmed Chan's heart.

With a sigh, he turned around on his mattress like a pancake in the pan and just couldn't fall asleep, it was soon time to get up anyway and all these confusing thoughts were still pounding against his skull.

Chan then got frustrated and grabbed into his hair to pull at some strands. "What the fuck," he then murmured before taking his phone off his nightstand. At this time at least Changbin should already, or still, be awake, so he simply sent a message to their group chat.

Chandelier
Guys

Chandelier
Believe me or not

Chandelier
But I have a baby

Seungpuppy
What?

Seungpuppy
Are you drunk? High?

Seungpuppy
I told you to stop smoking weed

Chandelier
I swear I'm sober

Chandelier
Well, I met this guy in the stairwell and he was in labor and needed help, so I brought him into my apartment where he gave birth to the child..

Seungpuppy
And where is the problem? Congrats to him

Chandelier
That his daughter looks like me

Bangbin
Are you sure you aren't high?

Chandelier
I am, thank you very much.
We figured we had a one night stand back when we went to Miroh-Avenue...

Chandelier
Do you remember the guy with red hair? That's him

Seungpuppy
Ohhh

Seungpuppy
That cute guy you were basically eye-fucking before you kidnapped him?

Seungpuppy
Congrats, Papa Chan 🌺

Bangbin
The first time someone is gonna call you daddy in a non-sexual way hahahah

Bangbin
But hey, congrats, man 🐣

Chandelier
You guys are not helping
read

Chandelier
Thanks, I guess..
read

Annoyed, Chan threw his phone to the other end of the bed, ignoring it was still plugged in. That conversation wasn't helpful at all. But what else did he expect from his friends? He softly smiled and let his head fall face-first into his pillow.

Perhaps he should just pay Jeongin a visit in the morning and check if everything is going well? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

•

Chan left his apartment at eleven and climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, getting a little nervous and pressed the door bell saying the name "Yang", whereupon a muffled "Give me a second!" was to be heard from inside. The Australian quietly chuckled to himself.

Suddenly, footsteps approached the door and it opened with a click. "Oh, hi Channie Hyung," the pink-haired beamed at him in surprise, his daughter firmly in his arms while rocking her back and forth a little. "Hi there."

"Come on in! I just made breakfast if you wanna eat something," the taller radiantly invited the Australian, who would not have expected an invitation at all, so he immediately agreed, making the younger incredibly happy.

Honestly, Jeongin had assumed that Chan would avoid him after releasing that the child he gave birth to belonged to him. Not everyone would have reacted the way Chan did. It could have been the case that the guy doesn't want anything to do with this child, or him. But Chan showing up to him only a few hours later made him feel extremely special.

"Could you hold her for a moment?" Jeongin's lovely voice ripped the Australian out of his thoughts. "Uh, yes, of course," he immediately answered, the Korean placing his couple-of-hours-old daughter into the arms of the supposed father, whose eyes watered at the adorable sight.

Chan carefully extended his finger and held it in front of her nose whereupon the baby's small hands clenched around his fingertip, leading it to her small toothless mouth. He quietly laughed because it tickled as the baby sucked on his skin. "Yeah, she's hungry too," Jeongin giggled behind him, watching Chan and his, their, little daughter.

As if she would break into thousands of pieces any second, the Australian carefully traced his fingers over her soft cheek. For him, she was the most precious thing in the world.

Chan still could not believe this cutie was supposed be his own daughter, but Jeongin had assured him that he did not have sex for a long time before and not at all after their one-night stand, which means she could only be the brown blonde's child. And this thought alone made Chan somewhat proud. He was indeed the father of this wonderful human being that was created by two too careless people. But neither of them regretted it.

And while Jeongin looked at Chan like this, he realized that he couldn't have "picked" a better father for his tiny baby.

"Do you want to feed her?" Chan's head shot up like a rocket, excitedly nodding with shiny eyes and without even thinking twice, whereupon Jeongin commented his excitement with an adorable giggle. "Here you go," the bottle full of milk was handed to the Australian afterwards, slowly leading it to the little girl's lips. And as soon as the baby realised what it was, she greedily started to drink.

"She's so cute," Chan dreamingly whispered to himself, looked back up at an almost tearing up Jeongin, bending down and pressed a kiss to her small forehead. "Thank you so much, Jeongin."

Chan was a little too shy to face the Korean. "No. Thank you, Chan Hyung," Jeongin just replied and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Hanni wouldn't be here without you."

•

A month has passed since Hanni first saw the light of day and Chan found out that he definitely is her father after taking a paternity test. During this time, the two parents visited each other every day, what was not really difficult, considering they are living in the same apartment block, and continued to do things together with their daughter. She wasn't doing much besides eating, sleeping and dirtying diapers, but if her eyes were not closed, she giggled and loved cuddling into her parents' arms.

Just like now. She was peacefully dozing on Chan's chest and clutched his finger with her tiny hand, while the Australian was laying on the sofa. Chan sighed happily and leaned down to kiss the girl's forehead.

"Good morning, little one," he whispered after she opened her little eyes for the second time that day and tiredly looked up at her father. Hanni then ran her baby fingers over her face and cuddled more into Chan's warm chest.

When the, now, blonde haired realized that she started sucking at the fabric of his shirt, the Australian softly laughed and took the soaked part out of her grasp. "Are you hungry, honey?" he asked with a smile on his lips, elegantly getting up from the sofa. "Let's go find mommy."

With that, the blonde made sure to support the small baby head right while carrying Hanni around and grabbed her pacifier before he went looking for the young man that, fortunately, was just shuffling out of the bathroom. Jeongin's hair was a mess and he himself not fully awake yet.

"G'mornin," he sheepishly smiled and flipped the light switch. Grinning, Chan greeted the pink-haired and handed him his daughter, whom he happily cuddled. "Hey, sweetie," Jeongin whispered softly, pressing a long kiss to her head, whereupon -like it happened to Chan before- she started sucking on his baby pink shirt.

"Yeah, she's hungry," the blonde Australian scratched the back of his head and smiled obliquely. "Let's feed you, then." The younger boy walked back to the room that Chan just left and carefully sat down on the couch, followed by Chan while a look of confusion appeared on his face.

A few seconds later though, it was gone and his eyes widened in shock when Jeongin suddenly pulled up his oversized t-shirt and lifted Hani to his chest. She automatically put her lips around her father's nipple in record time and started sucking greedily. At first, the pink haired cringed a little at the painful sucking movements, but after getting used to the feeling, he only concentrated on his child.

"Y-you do breastfeeding?" Jeongin turned his head and nodded with a small grin. "But only in situations like now when I don't feel like cooking up milk etcetera," he explained and the blonde nodded understanding, a smile spreading on his lips.

Chan enchantedly watched the two adorable babies right in front of his eyes and still had not fully processed that this little girl was created by him and Jeongin. It is just so crazy that an entire human being can be brought to life with a tiny sperm and an egg. An then this little child simply grows inside of another body.

For the Australian, it's a dream to continue living with Jeongin and Hanni, watching her grow and explore the world. They may not be in a relationship, but Chan fell in love with the cute Korean straight away and hoped that, eventually, they could become a real family some day. Maybe even with more children.

"Thank you," Chan subconsciously let these words slip out, causing Jeongin to swing his head back to him. "For what?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and supported his minimally protruding "breast" with his hand. "F-for Hanni," Chan stammered a little embarrassed as it was not planned to say that out loud. Jeongin on the other hand just laughed and lead his daughter's lips away from his nipple in the meantime. "You don't have to thank me for anything, Chan," he replied. "If someone has to, then it's me. We have talked about that several times. She wouldn't be here without you."

The blonde only sighed and surrendered before pulling his phone out of his sweatpants' pocket since it had vibrated a few seconds earlier.

Seungmo
Yo, Chan Hyung

Seungmo
Jisung wanted to hang out with all of us for a bit before going back to Malaysia. Are you free?

Father of a child
I'm with Jeongin right now, but he could come along if none of you has a problem with it

Squirrel face
Yessss, we are finally gonna see your full-grown sperm

Father of a child
Haven't we talked about that? Please don't call her that

Squirrel face
Yeah, sorry, daddy, won't happen again. But now hurry and ask your lover

Father of a child
He is not my lover

Edgebin
stop pretending that you're not crushing on him lmao

Father of a child
Shut up

He quickly turned off his phone and ran after the younger boy, who had already gotten up to get something to drink in the kitchen. Before that though, he put Hanni in her baby seesaw, from which she now silently looked up at Chan, drool leaving her lips.

"Jeongin?" A questioning sound came back and the person addressed curiously turned around with a glass of water in his hand. "Seungmin just asked me if I wanted to come to Jisung's "farewell meeting" before flying back to Malaysia."

Jeongin nodded and took another sip. "Aaaaaand they would like to meet you and Hanni. Only if it is no problem for you, of course," he ended up panicking slightly and assured the younger one that he didn't have to come with him. However, the Korean only laughed and put his drink aside. "I would love to, Channie Hyung," the pink-haired smiled and sheepishly looked down at the floor.

"Yay!" The Australian happily danced and pulled out his phone, unlocked it and updated his friends about the current situation.

"Are you okay with half past ten, Innie? The boys want to go to a café to have breakfast there." The pink-haired nodded in agreement. "That's fine. I just need to take a shower, prepare milk, change Hanni's diaper and then I'm ready," he enumerated, using his fingers, and lifted his child up again. "Could you take care of her while I shower? Changing the diaper now wouldn't make sense yet."

With that, Chan grabbed the baby and strapped her into the baby seat so she could be carried down to his apartment, wanting to change his clothes quickly.

•

"I'll just put you down here, little one, alright? Daddy is right over there." Chan pointed at the sofa, the freshly washed laundry still piled on it before a small kiss was placed on her tummy. He then dived into the pieces of fabric and only after some seconds, he got a big black hoodie and black pants out of it.

First, he stripped down to his boxer shorts and pulled the clothes over his skin as quick as possible. As he wanted to throw his old clothes to the washing machine after, he suddenly noticed a dark spot on the sofa that immediately made him smile. Jeongin, on the other hand, was embarrassed every time he saw it since it was from the day he gave birth to Hanni in Chan's apartment. He's still so ashamed because a little bit of the blood and amniotic fluid seeped through the towels during the process, but the Australian did and does not care.

•

With boiled milk in a thermos mug and a freshly changed Hanni in the stroller, Jeongin leisurely pushed it in front of him. Of course Chan walked right next to him and updated his friends, who were already sitting in the café they were heading to.

"Seungmin already ordered for everyone," he glanced up from his screen shortly afterwards and grinned at the pink-haired while Jeongin nodded, turning to Hanni as she whined and squirmed a little. "We'll be there soon, honey." Jeongin caressed her left leg, causing her to calm down.

Jeongin takes care of Hanni with so much love, the thoughts swirled through the blonde's head at the scene, when the little girl was laid on Jeongin's chest right after birth, automatically came back to his mind. It was so adorable.

"Hyung, hi!" Suddenly a slightly higher voice was heard and a person joyfully waved at them, later turning out to be Jisung. "Hi hello," Chan raised his hand briefly and lead Jeongin and the stroller to their regular table on the terrace. "May I introduce? Jeongin and Hanni!" Jeongin was excitedly greeted by everyone and the girl got waved at as they cooed at her.

Grinning, Jeongin then slid his long, slender fingers under the little baby's body and lifted her to his lap so that Chan's friends could take a better look at her.

"Aww, she's cute! And she really looks like you," a relatively tall guy, that Jeongin thought might be Seungmin, turned to Chan. He just nodded proudly and held out his index finger to Hanni, her immediately grabbing it to put it into her mouth.

•

Later in the evening, both men walked through the park, together with their child and were too shy to look at each other's faces, because if their eyes met, their cheeks immediately turned red, combined with a warm and fuzzy feeling in their stomachs.

Chan had been in love with Jeongin for quite some time now, but never felt a closer bond to the younger than he did today. The Korean really got out of his bubble at the meeting with Chan's three friends, leading to Jeongin and Chan flirting several times. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by the others, whereupon Seungmin, Changbin and Jisung teased them afterwards. Since then there had been a certain tension between them, as if a magnetic field was created and pulled them closer and closer to one another.

Jeongin happily sighed and watched the setting sun soaking the world in its reddish light. It made him happy to be able to enjoy these kind of things with Chan and their daughter on a cool summer evening. The blonde meanwhile thought the exact same, looking at Jeongin's side profile with literal hearts in his eyes. Jeongin was doing so many things to him. Even his heart beat fifty times faster when he simply thought of the pink-haired Korean.

Chan had also been fighting with himself for a good five minutes as to whether he should just grab the other's free hand or not. On one hand, literally, all feelings would bubble up in him, but on the other, everything could be destroyed by this little gesture.

Jeongin flirted with you and even snuggled up to your chest a few hours ago, he has to be interested as well...

Fuck it.

Chan grabbed Jeongin's hand, the one that was not pushing the stroller, without thinking twice and interlaced their fingers. At first, the pink-haired flinched slightly and did not know what was happening to him because his heart was pounding so loud he was afraid the older could hear it. However, after a few seconds, he squeezed back and bit his lip in embarrassment.

"You know," the Australian cleared his throat after a while and looked down at his shoes. "I, well, um.. I... like you," Chan admitted, causing Jeongin's eyes to widen. "A lot. Not only because you gave birth to my child, but.. because the more we did together, the more I noticed that I- I was falling in love with you," Chan quietly added.

"I know it wasn't that long ago when we met, b-but I really like you. And if you don't feel the same, that's perfectly fine and we can keep our distance. Just please let me visit Hanni-"

Chan couldn't continue rambling as something suddenly stopped him from speaking, while a slightly cold hand was placed on his cheek. Jeongin had pressed their lips together, both looking at each other with wide eyes, until the blonde wrapped his hands around Jeongin's waist and pulled him closer to his own body.

Smiling, the young men kissed in the middle of a small path in between flowers and tried to get as much of the other as possible.

Literal elephants trampled around inside of their stomachs and when they parted, they were completely out of breath. Jeongin got shy right afterwards and slid his arms around Chan's neck to bury his red face in the Australian's shoulder.

"I like you a lot too, Chan."

And maybe, just maybe, Chan loved Jeongin all night.

•

"Good morning, baby," Chan softly breathed into Jeongin's ear as the three-year-old Hanni was sitting on his lap before she crawled to her other father and settled down on his chest. "Hi, little one," Jeongin whispered still half asleep with a smile on his lips, followed by a cute tiny yawn. He then gently combed his finger through her hair while the other hand automatically moved to his baby bump to caress it.

"Mommy has baby in tummy," Hanni giggled as her little fingers lifted up Jeongin's oversized t-shirt, like she did every day, and placed her ear on the bump. "Yes, mommy has a baby in his stomach," Jeongin smiled and sat up, his right hand continuing to run over his daughter's head. "You also were in there once, honey."

Hanni immediately straightened her back and stared at her parents with wide eyes and open mouth. "Weally?" Jeongin nodded in agreement, "Really." The girl happily clapped her hands and put her head back to the Korean's belly. "Hello baby!" She then started talking and kissed the warm skin briefly. "Hanni was in there too! Come out soon, okay?"

Jeongin quietly laughed and lifted his daughter underneath her arms. "Yes, very soon, sweetie," he kissed his daughter's head. "But firstly let's go to the kitchen with Daddy, he must have already made breakfast," Jeongin suggested afterwards, looking at his husband from whom he got an eye smile as response. "C'mon, let's go."

Slowly, the redhead sat up further and straightened his husband's shirt that he was wearing during the night. Next, the booty shorts got pulled up a little before he slipped on his fluffy slippers and lifted up his daughter after she stretched out her arms towards him.

With that, she wrapped her small, thin legs around Jeongin's abdomen and leaned against his shoulder, while the medium-sized baby bump helped him to support the young girl.

In the kitchen, Jeongin put the little one into her high chair and briefly cut an apple into slices. "Here, honey," he placed down the plastic bowl, whereupon she immediately started to happily munch on the fruit and Jeongin and Chan proudly watched her, sharing a short kiss, during which the Australian caressed his husband's baby bump.

All three enjoyed eating their food, while Jeongin and Chan continued to plan how they wanted to set up the baby's room and whether they still have to buy new clothes or not.

For the beginning, their son will not be sleeping in his own bedroom, but eventually the time will come and there should already be a room for him. In addition, after Hanni grew out of the baby clothes, they gave some of them away, since a second child was not planned yet. But things happen, and now all Bangs are incredibly happy about the new family member.

Chan though was the most excited. After all he, unfortunately, was unable to experience Jeongin's first pregnancy and therefore was even happier when he cuddled with the baby bump, kissed Jeongin's soft stomach every day and watched it grow with happiness.

As Jeongin and Chan got deeper into the topic of baby clothes, the couple was so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice how the youngest crawled out of the chair and took the last piece of apple out of the bowl. Hanni then waddled over to Jeongin and pressed the fruit against his big stomach, making Jeongin cringe out of shock and look down at her in surprise.

"Oh, sweetie. What are you doing?" he laughed in amazement and pushed his chair back a little to place the girl on his lap. "Baby has to eat too!" she justified her actions with a toothy smile and pressed the apple back to the bump.

Jeongin and Chan literally melted.

Chan slid closer to them and pushed a strand of hair behind his daughter's ear. "The baby eats when Mommy does," the blonde explained, taking the food out of her hand before shoving it against Jeongin's lips, who grinned and slowly sucked it into his mouth.

"Jeongin!" Chan slapped him against his upper arm and rolled his eyes with a small smile. "But don't worry, yeah? If Mommy eats enough, the baby will be fed well. The food will go straight to the baby's stomach." He gently looked at his daughter, whereupon she nodded understandingly and bent down to kiss the baby. "Did Mommy eat baby then too? Because it's in stomach, like food."

This time it was Jeongin who drew her attention. "No, Mommy didn't eat the baby. Daddy made it, just like you." Although the little girl had absolutely no idea what the hell that meant, she nodded again and tightly hugged her parents. "Love you, Mommy. Daddy too!"

•

The weeks passed and the due date was getting closer. So of course the baby was getting bigger, the bump heavier and it was no longer easy to carry this incredible weight around. Jeongin literally felt like a ballon by now and he had not missed that feeling at all.

So to relax a bit, the Bang couple went into the bathtub together. Jeongin was leaning against the chest of the Australian, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, while Chan's hands were very delicately caressing his husband's stomach.

Every now and then the baby kicked his palm and whenever that happened, they both weren't able to stop grinning. At the same time, Chan gently pampered the younger man's neck with his lips and sucked on some spots, but not enough to create any hickeys. He was just doing that to get those sinfully beautiful sounds out of the redhead.

"I love you," the Australian breathed into his ear and tightened his grip around the usually petite young man. "So much." A smile spread on Jeongin's lips, his eyes still closed, and his own fingers also softly slid across the baby bump until they reached those of the blonde. "I love you too, Channie."

While all the tender touches were exchanged, the foamed water gently sloshed against the white walls and one or two small drops ended up on the floor.

Jeongin felt so incredibly safe in Chan's arms, thinking that if the blonde Australian would have been with him when he got pregnant for the first time, he would have felt way more comfortable and not as alone. Unfortunately, they got to know each other far too late and coincidentally met through the birth of their daughter. But what matters is they eventually found each other, married and became parents of two beautiful children.

Suddenly Jeongin hissed and rose a little bit to breathe away the uncomfortable pulling in his abdomen. He still remembered this method due to Hanni and took a deep breath before exhaling vigorously.

"Hey, baby," Chan softly whispered and hugged the Korean from behind. "Do you want to get out?" Hardly noticeably, Jeongin nodded and ignored what position they were in.

Chan then carefully stood up and pulled Jeongin over to him after securely standing on the towel in front of the bathtub, before he wrapped the bathrobe the younger always wore around Jeongins's body and took a large fluffy towel out of the drawer. With this in tow, he quickly dried himself up and lead his husband to their bed, Jeongin sitting down on it in a slightly curled up position.

The left hand clawed into the sheets while the right one was laying on the big bump. "Are you okay?" The blonde worriedly kneeled down between Jeongin's legs and gently massaged his thighs. "Are you and the baby alright?"

Jeongin nodded his head. "I just think h-he.."

"Lay down, baby, I'll call Ms. Manoban."

•

Like three years ago, Chan informed Jeongin's midwife and followed instructions to make the long wait as comfortable as possible. After all, giving birth was not done within five minutes.

"Channn, it hurts," Jeongin whimpered with tears sparkling in his eyes and looked at his husband, Chan running back to him with a sleeping Hanni in his arms. "You're done soon, baby," he sat down next to the Korean on the edge of the bed. Thereupon, Jeongin extended his arms in silence and the older immediately understood the demand.

He hurried to get to the other side and slipped into the bed next to Jeongin, together with the little girl. Until the next day, this would be the last time in which Jeongin and Chan would be able to see their little sunshine because Chan's mother was going to take her. Also, they didn't want her to see Jeongin suffer.

The girl already burst into tears earlier when Jeongin had to hiss as a new contraction came up. "Don't want mom feeling pain!" she sobbed, and the two of them immediately tried to calm her down by telling her how babies were born. Not that detailed, but roughly, and that this was quite normal.

"Is grandma coming soon?" Chan nodded in agreement and kissed his temple. "She just left the house." Jeongin stayed silent and only his concentrated breathing could be heard, while Hanni calmly slept on the younger's chest.

•

"You can do it," Chan encouraged Jeongin, the younger supporting his upper body on his forearms and spread his legs while trying to get their child out of him. He had done this three years ago, but three years are three years and three years are a long time. The only good thing this time was that he was able to adjust to everything and that Chan was with him from the beginning.

Exhausted, with sweat-soaked hair, Jeongin leaned his head back. He had been pushing for over half an hour but somehow nothing really seemed to move inside of him. Everything in and on him just hurt by now. In addition, giving birth for men is a bit more painful than a usual birthing process already is. "Chan, I can't," the younger whispered out of breath, tearing up a little bit. "It hurts so much."

The Australian firmly grabbed his husband's hand and squeezed it to symbolize Jeongin that he was with him. "I know you can do it, Jeongin," he told him serious. "You did it with Hanni, so I know you can do the same now. I believe in you and our baby."

In fact, Jeongin gained some strength through his husband's encouraging words and pushed as hard as he could, whereupon the midwife happily straightened up. "I can see the head!" she excitedly called and put her hands on Jeongin's thighs to be able to bend the legs a bit closer to the Korean's chest. "Keep going, Jeongin!"

A trembling breath escaped his lips, him repeatedly trying to push. "Ahhh!" He shouted and grabbed the hand of the Australian who peppered many small kisses to it like during the first time. "I believe in you," he whispered to him again, watching as their baby's head was slowly seen more and more.

Chan was slightly jittery with joy at that and continued to curiously watch until the head was completely outside of Jeongin. Ms. Manoban reached for it and removed blood and so on from the eyes, mouth and nose before giving Jeongin new instructions.

"AHHHH!" the red haired kept crying out in pain and after some seconds everything went silent, Jeongin flopping onto his back - completely out of breath. His skinny legs immediately sag into an x-position as he tried to ignore his sore lower body as best as he could while preparing for afterbirth.

Until that though, he still had some time left, since the fidgeting baby was quickly placed on Jeongin's chest, his arms wrapping around his son. "Hey, little one," he tiredly whispered and caressed the little boy's slippery head as Chan joined them.

"Hi, Zitao," the Australian mumbled just as softly and kissed Jeongin's temple several times. "This time he looks more like you." Jeongin giggled at his husband's comment and turned his head around to connect their lips for a love-filled kiss.

"You're right. But... please watch your cum next time."

•

"I'm gonna sit on Dad's lap!"

"Then I will sit on mom's!"

"But I wanted mom!"

"I hate you," Hanni quietly grumbled as she took a seat between her parents, bedding her head on Jeongin's shoulder and her feet on her other father's legs. Daehwi, on the other side of the sofa, cheekily sticked out his tongue and made himself comfortable on the pink-haired male.

That's what it's like every time. There are tons of arguments every day about who is sitting where, with and on whom. Fortunately, there are fixed seats at the table and in the car. "Are you guys done?" All four of them nodded and kissed their parents on the cheek. "Yes!"

Thus, the oldest in the house pressed the play button, whereupon he pulled out a huge fluffy blanket from behind the sofa to place it over the seven-headed family (currently only six of them were present though, since Chenle was already sleeping upstairs), so everyone was wrapped up nice and warm.

•

"I'm tired," Tao mumbled at the end of the movie, while Yiren and Hanni fell asleep a few minutes ago. "Lay down, sweetie." Chan opened his arms, causing his son to jump straight into them, where he immediately got shown the way to the land of dreams. Next thing was a little kiss to his temple and in no time, the seven year old was no longer among the awake.

The parents looked at each other with a smile and connected their lips for a brief moment, even though that was not that easy with all the sleeping children around them. "Love you, Mommy." Daehwi yawned and pressed his head against Jeongin's shoulder, the Korean holding him a little tighter. "Love you too, honey."

•

"Hallelujah," both of them breathed out a sigh of relief after everyone, including them, had found their way into their beds. Each of the children had to be carried upwards individually, since Jeongin was not yet allowed to lift heavy things and climb stairs at the same time. Also, they were scared of leaving one of them alone in the living room after Hanni suffered a concussion a while ago due to falling off the couch while she was sleeping.

"Today can only get better," Jeongin tonelessly laughed and hugged the blonde Australian, Chan protectively wrapping an arm around the younger's small waist. "Today?" Chan frowned in confusion. "Look at the time."

03:25

"Oh shit," he mumbled exhausted and shocked before quickly putting his phone back on the bedside table. "Otherwise I would have suggested having sex to relax, but scratch that." The pink-haired man only nodded, using his fingertip to draw small circles on the toned chest of his husband. "Also, Chenle is sleeping in this room. I most definitely don't want your dick inside of my ass under these circumstances, Chan."

The blonde almost grunted. "You're right again, babe," he admitted and it became silent until Jeongin raised his voice a second time. "I love you, Channie." Quietly, these words left his mouth as his fox-like eyes kept slowly closing.

"I love you too, baby."

•

"Tao, be careful!" Jeongin warned his son while he climbed on a chair to get to the cookies. "I am, don't worry, mom!" the black haired boy beamed and extended his fingers to reach for the candy. Suddenly though, Chan lifted him off the kitchen counter and put him back to the floor, making Jeongin, who had Chenle sticking to his chest, sigh in relief.

"Nooo, Daddy!" The seven-year-old sulked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "No "no Daddy", we already talked about that," the Australian sternly replied and handed the boy the cookies. Tao quickly ran away with them and sat next to Jeongin on the sofa.

The Korean gently combed his fingers through his son's hair and ignored his oh so hated crumbs, which ended up all over Tao's shirt, while Jeongin was still firmly holding the youngest in his grip. "You're going to clean that up right away, you got that?" The boy nodded and kept messing with his cookie.

"Mom?" Jeongin questioningly glanced up and smiled a bit. "When can I finally play with him?" Pouting, Tao looked at the two and carefully caressed the back of Chenle's head. "Honey, it will take a while, unfortunately," the pink-haired explained a little pityingly. "Chenle is barely a month old."

It was about four weeks ago when the youngest member of the Bang family finally discovered the light of day after waiting nine months. Actually, it was not planned to have another child, but as soon as Jeongin noticed that he had to be the apartment for a little human again, he could not simply throw them out. And that's how he had another child.

The boy's shoulders slumped before he placed his head on his father's shoulder and Jeongin pressed a kiss on the top of his head. "Play with Yiren," he finally suggested, wiping excess droplets of milk off his nipple after the boy had stopped drinking.

Satisfied, the little baby rubbed its face with its baby fat hands and kind of hugged Jeongin's stomach. "Come here, little one," the Korean whispered and smiled. "Could you take care of him for a second, Taozi? I have to talk to Daddy." Delighted, his son agreed and sat cross-legged, whereupon his younger brother was bedded on his thighs and Jeongin showed him how to support the head properly. "Thank you." He pressed a kiss to Tao's temple, before he ran to Chan who was standing at the stove.

"Hyung," the younger murmured as he buried his face in the blonde's back, wrapping his arms around his torso. "What's up?" the Australian replied and tried to focus on the things in front of him as he continued to mix all the ingredients for the cookies (which is why Tao actually wasn't supposed to be eating the ones before) in a bowl. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna go food shopping - I ran out of strawberries again." Chan nodded, paired with an approving sound and then turned around so the pink-haired man's arms found their way around Chan's neck, the older one's sliding around Jeongin's waist. "You're gonna leave me alone with these little monsters, I see."

Jeongin smiled, "You can do it."

•

"I can't do it." Exhausted, Chan laid on the kitchen floor while four children loudly bounced around him, threw flour through the kitchen and had butter stick to their fingers. If only he had gone shopping...

After lying around for a long time, he suddenly felt two small hands collide with his chest and shortly afterwards, Yiren threw herself completely on top of him. "Oof!" Giggling, she hugged his chest, whereupon Tao, Hanni and Daehwi followed their sister at lightning speed. Now all of them were cuddled together on their poor father like cackling chickens.

Chan didn't even try to defend himself and let everything happen with a laugh, until suddenly the key in the lock could be heard and they raised their heads. "Mommy!" Yiren called out first, pushing herself off of Chan's chest with her short arms and throwing her siblings to the ground.

She sprinted to the door, closely followed by the rest - apart from Chan. Their father was still laying in the kitchen and regretted his entire life. "Hi there," Jeongin grinned at the joyful greeting and pressed a kiss on each of their heads, before lifting Chenle out of the stroller. He then walked to the kitchen like a mother duck, followed by his four ducklings and as he arrived at the previous spoken of scene, he had to suppress his laughter.

"What happened to you?" Jeongin asked his husband amused, bouncing the baby in his arms up and down. "Children," the Australian just replied like he was paralyzed, blankly staring at the kitchen ceiling.

Upon hearing that, pink-haired man turned around and lifted his eyebrows at his babies that just grinned like the most innocent angels in the entire world. "We just baked cookies," Tao explained their side of the story and held a hand over his mouth while giggling. "Well then," Jeongin answered with a smile on his lips and bent down to his husband's level. "Wash your fingers and then we can watch How To Train Your Dragon, okay?" Immediately, excited cheering erupted and his children jumped up and down. Chenle on the other hand whimpered and wiggled around, unsatisfied by the deafening noises.

"It's okay, Chenle, it's okay." Soothing, Jeongin bounced the little boy up and down again, put him in his baby seesaw and joined Chan on the ground. "Is it that bad?" the Korean laughed and placed a strand behind Chan's ear. The older only nodded his head and sighed, smiling before propping himself on his forearms.

"Five children definitely were not the greatest idea we had."

"Oh c'mon, Chan. I'm not the one who got me pregnant."