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⇒ JYP Building- 3racha Studio
11:30pm

With sweaty palms and an anticipative Jisung standing anxiously just outside of the doorframe, Changbin sucked in a deep breath before walking up to his leader's side, not missing the chance to steal a supportive glance at his boyfriend. "Chris? Do you have a second?"

Sighing and running a palm over his face before nodding and turning away from the bright screen, Chan opened out a palm reassuringly, brow arching at the way Changbin seemed so uneasy and skeptical. "Everything okay?"

Forcing a small smile and claiming a seat on the armrest of the black, leather sofa, Changbin hummed softly before speaking up, eyes not once meeting with those of the older's. "There's something that I've been wanting to talk to you about... It's just been on my mind, you know?"

Brows furrowing and cheeks lifting in question, Chan leaned back fully on his chair, low sigh leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of relief in his torso. "Go ahead," he spoke quite sternly, eyes glimpsing sideways at the unfinished work on his computer before once again finding and settling on the other's bang-covered forehead.

"Well, Chris. You of all people know that we uhm... we have a reputation of- well, how do I put this," Changbin mentally sweared at his pathetic attempt to verbalize the explanation that had been pounded into his head by his boyfriend for at least three days prior. "They know us to be... homophobic? And our fans as well?"

"Mhm?" Chan visibly gulped with his hum, heart rate quickening at the shorter's words and mind already poignantly trying to organize a flow of words incase those few lines were just a settled introduction to his supposedly hidden affairs. Clearing his throat, he leaned forward, fingers clawing anxiously against the armrests of his chair. "What- where are you getting with this?"

Glancing over at a visibly sweating Jisung near the open doorway, Changbin gulped before responding, teeth occasionally gnawing at his lower lip. "Ji and I have been thinking about it... and we were saying, don't you think it's... wrong? I mean, we would be the same 3racha, but equal. All we'd have to do is apologize for things that we've said or implied before and... our fanbase could even grow, Chris."

Sighing out of relief at the confirmation that such conversation had nothing to do with his paramour, Chan ran a hand loosely through his hair, huffing out a breath when Changbin finally mustered up enough courage to lock eyes with him. "Why all of a sudden?" He asked lowly, the societal stereotypes instilled into his mindset over the years making it too difficult to accept such a change so instantly- casually. "I mean, we've been good all along. So why the sudden change of heart?"

"Chris because- okay. Let me ask you this." Changbin sighed exhaustedly, stretching up from the armrest of the sofa to seat comfortably on the thick cushions. "In your hearts of hearts, Chris. Look deep into yourself, in all honesty... Are you homophobic?"

Tongue poking nervously at the inside of his cheek, and headache brewing to the back of his head, Chan groaned lowly. His lips instinctively parted to verbalize some words of agreement, but the tormenting, non-erasable memory of his coming responsibility of fatherhood was enough to force such routined, deceitful words back. So gulping down a lump in his throat and closing his eyes for a few seconds with a sigh, Chan parted his lips to speak- honestly, that time. "Well, if I had to be honest, honest. I guess I can't say that I am..."

Outstretching a hand to emphasize his statement, Changbin smiled satisfactorily, heart fluttering at the sight of a relieved, smiling Jisung at the door frame. "You see, Chris. Exactly my point. You are not homophobic, I am not homophobic, and Jisung isn't homophobic. So why do we have a fanbase where people think it's okay to be like that for no damn reason?"

Sighing as his own headache strengthened at all parts of his head, Chan face-palmed with a low scoff, shaking his head in disapproval. "Changbin, now is not the time," he said, almost ready to ignore the other's objection and return to his unfinished work before being interrupted again.

"But Chris why? What really is your problem-"

"Changbin, I said not the time-"

"It's that damn pride, isn't it?" Changbin's tone lowered with his speech, the sudden harshness in his words finally drawing out a skeptical Jisung from his silent post at the door. "It's because of your pride? You're to high up to stoop down and apologize, Bang Chan?"

"Changbin-"

"Binnie," Jisung tried to intervene, resting a hand on his boyfriend's back and starting soft, circular strokes along his back. "Binnie, calm down."

"No, I won't calm down because it's true. I've spoken to you about your pride before, Chris. Your pride will bring you down, and I know you're taking what I'm saying for granted but, it will. And you need to fix that before it's too late." Changbin closed his eyes upon pausing his rants, small, crooked smile forming on his face at the manifestation of his assertiveness in the superior's silence and lack of objection. "Swallow that pride, Chris. Swallow it before it's too late."

Puffing out his cheeks at the absence of any practical line of words on his tongue as a response, Chan nodded out of annoyance, rolling his eyes and scoffing before returning his attention to his computer. "I heard you, Changbin. Now could you please leave if you don't have anything to do?"

Scoffing loudly and standing from his more-than comfortable position, Changbin took a grip onto his lover's hand, shooting Chan one last glance as they both made their way out of the studio. "One month. One month to think it over, Chris. And that's a lot of time, so if you don't make up your mind, then we'll do it ourselves."

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⇒ Sunshine Apartments
12:15am

His hands gripped tightly onto the bedsheets while his face dug into a pillow to muffle his moans. His hips moved on their own to match with the thrusts of the grunting man behind him, and his dick twitched with excitement as it swayed back and forth from the powerful thrusts shifting his body.

Seungmin felt, pleasure. The masculine hands holding onto his hips ever so tightly made him feel, pleasure. The tip of Minho's dick abusing his spot with every thrust forward made him feel, pleasure. The sound of their skins slapping at each direct contact over the seconds made him feel nothing but pleasure.

Guilty pleasure.

But the uneasiness of his conscience in that moment made his pleasure into something that was just so difficult to enjoy- turned his mind into a secret battle field where there was a fight to to choose between, or at least balance, the physical feelings of bodily contact, and the hypocritical colonies in his guts.

Minho pounding into him from behind felt so good, so fulling and satisfying, so right, yet so wrong at the same time. The feeling of a hand snaking up his back and gripping the hair at his nape to pull his head up, followed by the words, coated with lust, "Come on, baby. Let me hear your sweet sounds," were enough to force the boy's release out and onto his own grey sheets that were laid out minutes before the married man came over.

But that wasn't just it. He wasn't the only one to reach his climax. So despite the overstimulation and strengthening guilt in his conscience, Seungmin let more choked moans leave his throat until the older was able to comfortably shoot his load into the transparent rubber, heavy breaths leaving both their swollen pairs of lips, and the younger's body collapsing onto the smudged sheets below him.

"You never disappoint, Seungmin," Minho spoke lowly as he carefully pulled out of the boy, a large smirk spread on his face at the sight of the latter's hole, all pink and stretched out, just for him. Only him. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

Panting and smiling as he turned over on his back, Seungmin pulled the older man down to connect their lips, both tongues already slipping in, eyes closing, and heads tilting for better access. A lust-filled kiss that only Seungmin hoped would soon subside into one of love- genuine like. One of genuine care and no sexual desire whatsoever. But that's what he could get for the time being so, why not just take it? He took it.

They stayed kissing for a while, the older's hands finding no better occupation but to rediscover the other's body; all the way from those beautiful, scarlet-dusted cheeks... down to the shoulders, slowly, carefully... then down to the arms... then the stomach, lower abdomen to be exact, leaving tingly, teasing strokes with their movements... then down to both of Seungmin's legs, spreading them wide enough for the older to make his way in between.

And then a second round. On his back. More moans. More groans. Another orgasm.

More guilty pleasure.

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⇒ District 9, Seoul, South Korea
1:00am

"Min?" Yeona called softly as her husband strolled so nonchalantly into their bedroom at such a late hour. "How come you're back from work so late... I was worried sick."

Scoffing and sliding his briefcase to some part on the ground near their nightstand, Minho loosened the neck of his tie before sliding his watch off and onto the drawer. "I got caught up at the office," he spoke harshly, face monotonous and heavy sighs occasionally leaving his parted lips. "But you- why are you awake?"

Shuddering and fiddling anxiously with her fingers, Yeona nipped at her lower lip for a few seconds before speaking up, heart pumping rapidly against her chest and breaths uneven at just the thought of a violent reaction to her confession from her husband. "I- I actually wanted to tell you something... something important."

Arching a brow and cocking his head to the side as he undid the first few buttons of his dress shirt, Minho drew closer to the shaky woman at his bedside, genuine worry coating his next few words, "Are you okay? You look... scared."

"Yes, Min. I'm fine- I mean- I will be, according to how you react..."

"React to what?" The male spoke softly, unbuckling and sliding off his belt before sitting comfortably near his wife, resting a hand gently against her back and brushing a few strands from her face with the other. "Talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you."

"I'm- I'm pregnant."

"What?" His soft strokes stopped and other hand dropped from his legal lover's cheek. The blank look resurfaced on his face, that time with more distaste and disbelief. His heart rate quickened, and his legs reflexively lifted from his seat to pace the fluffy carpet of their matrimonial bedroom. "How the hell can you be pregnant, Yeona? We always do it with protection. How in the world can you be pregnant?"

With tears prickling the corners of her eyes, the woman stood up from her post on the mattress, long, white nightgown tickling beneath her knees as she made her way to her distressed husband's side. "Min, listen. You remember date night?"

"Date night?"

"A few weeks ago, Min. When we went out together for the first time in months... you drank..." She spoke softly, sniffling as a tear finally slid down her cheek. "You drank and I drank..."

"But that doesn't make any sense- How did we get home then?"

"Jackson, Min. Jackson had to drive us home... do you really not remember? You had to go for the car the next morning..."

Knitting his brows up tightly as he fought to recollect such faded memory, Minho nodded slowly, the realization hitting ever so nimbly as the events of that night flooded back into his mind emitting a groan from his lips. "Fuck!" He sweared loudly, both hands gripping his hair as his depressed pace resumed along the carpet. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could we be so fucking careless?"

"Min, I understand but, what's done is done... and we have a baby on the way..."

Sighing and shedding his own few tears, Minho made his way back to the bed, sitting and slamming his back against the covered mattress. "I don't- fuck. I don't know the first thing about fatherhood... I'm not ready..."

"Minho listen. We're in this together, okay? We're married, so that makes things easier, public wise. All we need to do is work together," the fair woman spoke slowly as she made her way back to her partner's side, a soft comforting smile spreading up from her lips. "Just try to be there for me more, hm? Try to come home earlier and... spend more time with me..." She giggled with her words, fingers crawling up the man's heaving chest, and face leaning closer to leave a gentle kiss to his lips. "I love you, Minho. And I know we can do this. Together."

Nodding and kissing his wife back rather gently- lovingly, Minho cupped the woman's cheek with a soft smile, breaths settling and heart calming its abnormal beats. "I'll fix up things for you, yes. I'll make more sacrifices for you. For our little family."

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