Namjoon.

"He looks so happy." Seokjin comments besides me, an equally happy smile resting on his face, and I couldn't agree more. Jeonghan looks cheerful, the happiest I have seen him in forever. He looks to be delighted, his gums full on display as he laughs for the nth time this evening, looking cute in his pajamas.

He shields himself, or rather tries to as my dad tickles his sides, the bubbly sound of laughter from the four of them filling the room. It makes my heart flutter, makes me incredibly happy to see him jovial, enjoying himself with his grandparents, who in turn know, and already love him. It feels like the best gift Seokjin could have ever given me, or my parents for that matter.

Leaning back on the recliner by the porch, I place a kiss on Jin's forehead, knowing well it wouldn't have been possible without him. "All thanks to you." I tell him, to which he hums lowly, curling up beside me before leaning his head on my shoulder. His palm rests on my chest, drawing seemingly soothing circles over my fleece, eyes trained past the living room window, watching fondly as the others continue to play more games.

He had been worried before arrival, making up scenarios of how it would unfold to meet our parents. He wasn't particularly scared of the actual meeting, he was just nervous about finally introducing Jeonghan to my parents. We had prior told them of our son's existence, and the story surrounding everything, but the actual meeting with them had been worrying him.

My mum and dad had been pretty forthcoming with this, and despite the initial shock, they had been open enough to understand, to take time and internalize the magnitude of it. It was overwhelming to suddenly have a grandson, one that was their flesh and blood, but it was undeniable that they were just as excited. Whatever they were bound to think and hope, non of it would have changed the fact that it had already happened, that the past had unfolded this way, and that this was our present now.

Thankfully, they had been receiving, and at first sight of Jeonghan, they had both been ridden in shock, before joyful greetings, hugs and kisses had followed. I still remember earlier when we had arrived, how Seokjin had gone down on his knees in a full bow, he had been adamant about giving an apology to my parents, despite it being unnecessary.

Of course my parents hadn't let him  blame himself, especially my mother who vividly remembered him from back then. They felt that Seokjin was just as wronged, and he had been equally robbed of the chance to share Jeonghan with our family, so he needed not to apologise. It had turned into a sobbing hour as my mother had fallen emotional again, even further at the sight of Jeonghan, something that had triggered Jeonghan to start crying as his Appa had been crying too.

No introductions needed to be made, none of it necessary with our son, being an embody of his Appa and myself. He looked a lot liked his grandma too, something my mother takes serious pride in now.

Jeonghan had immediately found his footing in the new environment, and he had naturally fallen in step with my parents. He was surprisingly thrilled to know he had grandparents now, and had thoroughly exercised his right to call them with that name. He had spent the whole afternoon following them around, clinging to my dad to the farms, driving around in the truck with him, feeding and riding the horses, chasing the chickens, eating the fresh fruits, the fresh honey, riding the little bicycles, and just generally experiencing something new.

He had been fascinated about being in the countryside, and it had made me happy that he liked so much the place Taehyung and I had grown up. He couldn't stop talking about how grandma was pretty, young and beautiful, or about how her cooking was marvelous, always his sly self, something my mum couldn't resist. Jeonghan had immediately gotten on her favourite side, no doubt taking over Taehyung's post as the youngest and the cutest.

Seokjin laughs to himself as Jeonghan visibly acts cute for the others, adorably asking for more cheese cake from his grandma who of course agrees, unable to resist the puppy dog eyes he displays. "Not fair. She said I couldn't have anymore cheese cake." I jokingly state, Seokjin only snickering beside me, before he snuggles even closer.

"Your not the cute one anymore." He replies, laughing out as Taehyung visibly pouts at the clear injustice. He isn't the baby anymore either, and he looks visibly bummed about it. "Doesn't matter anymore, as long as he is happy." Seokjin hums in response beside me, and I know he too means it. As long as we are all happy, nothing else matters anymore.

It honestly still feels surreal. The last time Seokjin and I were here, it was chaos, it was pain, fear, anger. The last time we'd been here we had broken up, or rather we had been torn from each other. A part of me still aches to think of how brutal I had been to have sent him away. How ruthless it must have been for him to be shunned like that. And to think he had been carrying our child at that moment...what pain that must have been? It had hurt me too to have let him go, to have hurt him, and each day and each hour of it I regretted it, thinking of how much I had ruined my and his life.

But the universe has surprisingly spared us another chance, and we are right back where we started, with an opportunity to do it all over again. There is still a long way to go before we could ever settle back to ourselves, but in the meantime I do feel accomplished. I feel like I have achieved every one of the goals that I set in this life.

I have finally found my financial stability, I am grounded, well enough to make decisions for myself and our son. I am no longer pushable, or able to be traded off with money, and I am proud of that. I've finally gotten my parents and my brother the life that they deserve, built them the house they've always wanted, and provided everything they've always dreamed of in this life.

I am still living my own dream, I am doing music, perhaps not like an onstage actual rapper like I thought I would, but I am writing, I am producing, I am selling, I am winning and I love it more than I thought I would.

Last, but not least, I have the love of my life with me. I have this beautiful angel that I love with every breath of me, with every part of my soul. Seokjin is finally back into my arms, finally mine to love and to hold again, to cherish and to embrace, and I am truly thankful for that, and as if that isn't enough, there is this beautiful boy from us, this bundle of joy that we made, this little one that is always bringing happiness into our lives. It was only today that he called me dad, my first of many memories as his father, and I honestly can't wait for the rest.

I couldn't want it better than this. I am satisfied, I feel accomplished, complete, and most importantly, happy. This is all I could ever ask for in this life.

"You tired yet?" I ask when I feel him shift closer in the cool weather, pulling his sweater paws tighter between his fingers. He sighs, gently placing a kiss on my neck. "Could never get tired of this." He states, still watching the guys as they pack up and prepare for bed. We'd walked out after dessert for some fresh air, wanting to bask in the happiness from a far, and to generally just reminisce on our life, all while they prepared for bed.

The last time we had been around here felt traumatic, and like silent agreement we'd just found ourselves out here with hot cups cocoa, trying to rewrite it again.

"Your genes are really no joke, huh?" He amuses as he looks ahead, and I let out a laugh at that, finding it funny that he would think we are good looking. As he looked at himself in the mirror yet? "No, seriously, look at your dad, and your mum, No wonder you and Taehyung look like that." He praises, giggling to himself, "I see where Jeonghan's looks root from too." He raises his head, so that he's looking at me, or at my features, studying, and admiring, which of course makes me smile, a light blush getting to my cheeks.

"My and yours genes made Jeonghan, your genes are no joke either." I argue back, to which he agrees, before cutely narrowing his mischievous eyes at me, tilting his head to the side as he draws patterns on my chest.
"I guess that just means you and I should have more kids together." He says, shrugging after, a smile resting on his face, which makes it difficult to decipher whether he's pulling my leg, or he's actually serious.

I hadn't thought a lot about children until we reunited, and now that everything is in place, I would like to have children with him, perhaps one more, or two others. I want to do it a fresh, and experience it from the beginning. Of course I feel satisfied with just Jeonghan by himself, and I wouldn't be pained if we weren't able to come to another child, but if we could it would make me happy, it will fill a sappy part of me that yearns to hold a child, to have an infant, or a baby. Of course I haven't told him yet, but there is still time.

Holding his gaze, I watch as he playfully bites down a smile, his rosy cheeks from the cold shinning in the slightest. "You mean it?" I can't help ask, needing to know if he wants the same. A smile stretches on my lips as he nods, happiness radiating through me at the answer.

"Of course I want this for you. How could I not? We'll, if I am not pregnant already, that is." I raise a brow at that, to which he breaks into a laugh, pecking my lips. "Wouldn't we just be the most careless people on earth?" He playfully questions, but low-key does make sense. I mean, we've been going at it raw these past few days, and although he's assured he's on protection, it wouldn't be the first time we ran into a similar accident.

Lacing his hand with mine, I kiss the back of his palm, like always, engraving his scent in my mind, before feeling the softness of his skin on my lips. I gaze into his eyes once more, my own shinning with sincerity, love and affection.

"When all this over? When we've found our footing and we have rediscovered ourselves? I want to build a future with you, I want to rewrite it again, grow a family and rear it with you. I love you so much, so much and I want nothing more than to spend eternity with you." I kiss the back of his palm again, brushing the stubborn strands of hair away from his teary eyes. He blinks back, looking aside for a second before letting out a small laugh. "You sound like your about to do one of those cheesy proposals." He comments, sniffling.

"And what if I am. Will you marry me?" The curiosity outweighs the amusement as I look at him, because I half wonder if he would actually want to dedicate the rest of his life to me as well. I am prepared to, ready to make it permanent with him, to make him mine and only mine for the rest of our lives.

The excitement doubles down as he sees the look on my face, before he raises his brows lightly at the indirect question. It's nothing official, but still a question nonetheless, and oddly I itch to find out his answer. I know it's still early, and we are still getting to know each other afresh, but to me he'll always be Seokjin, the only one that I know, and will always want, but at the same time I am at place that I can accept if he doesn't align with me, especially after everything we've gone through. It might take time for him to figure out how, and at what pace he wants to go at, and I respect that.

He however leans in, and captures my lips in a sweet short kiss, before pulling away, only inches away to look into my eyes. "You don't ever have to ask me to marry you. A million times I'll always be yours, will always be here beside you. So don't ever worry for a minute that I am not with you on the same page. I love you so much as well, and I am ready to spend eternity and beyond with you." He whispers out in the cold, an answer and a pledge in the same, something I wasn't expecting in the slightest.

"God, how did I get so lucky?" I can't help wonder out loud, half wondering if this counts as a proposal. He presses a short kiss to my lips, before cutely nudging my nose with his. "I am the one who got lucky." He replies, giggling, before leaning in to kiss me again, this time prying my lips open for his tongue. Like always so passionate, tasting so sweetly. The others have retired to bed, with Jeonghan sharing a room with Taehyung, so I am not too worried about the PDA, or about them walking into us in the compromising position.

Climbing to my lap, he takes his seat, never once breaking the kiss as my hands patch on his waist.
There is no rush or urgency to it, but their is the usual need, the obvious want, and when he pulls away it spells clearly on his face, right on his pretty eyes.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." He whispers in the air, biting his lips, his hand behind my head tugging lightly at the strands, threatening to pull a groan out of me. He looks all shades of sexy as he straddles me, wet luscious lips just begging to be kissed, eyes wild, but oddly restrained at the same time.

He leans closer, like he's about to kiss me once more, eyes trained on my waiting lips, but ducks at the last second, his cheeks brushing with mine as he blows on my ear. 

"Can't wait for you to make love to me again." He says lowly in my ear, my body heating up at the sensual whispered words. Fuck, he knows just how to get me. "Can't stop thinking about your touch, your kisses..." he breathes out, rolling his pajama covered hips lightly over me, a whimper leaving his lips. "...your hands on me, your lips on me. Can't stop thinking about you in me...." He nibs at my ears, moaning silently when when my hands tighten on his waist. He knows well we can't do anything in here. Sure we have our own room upstairs, and I wouldn't mind going at it silent, but he wouldn't let me, not with my parents around....

"Don't tease baby..." I beg of him, barely really, liking this side of him, but knowing well he'll only cause me more trouble with the boner I am already spotting. He pulls back, that sly smirk still on his face as he fully sits on me, lustful eyes closing in bliss as he fells my hard on.

"Can't help myself, you just look too good..." He teases more, purposefully grazing over my boner as he climbs off, mischievously, and sultry gazing at me as he walks back into the house, lips between his teeth and hips swaying, subtly calling onto me. I follow suit, knowing well I won't get nothing other than a cuddle, but still wanting to be in his arms all in the same.

Fuck, what a tease.