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⇒ Blueprint Apartments
10:00pm

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It felt quite different, from the first time. And Felix could easily assume that his larger stomach was the reason for such new sensation, as well as the unfamiliar position at which his ex pounded into him from behind, carefully, of course- carefully and with so much love and consideration.

Chan's hand willingly stroked the reachable expanse of Felix's back while the other gently held on to his waist as a short chorus of, "Baby, you okay, right?" sounded from his lips every few thrusts, and head occasionally leaning down to pepper the other's back with wet kisses, internally wishing that Felix's lips were the flesh in its place.

It felt so good to the both of them, having such an amorous moment with someone they each loved... And maybe it was even a bit comedic too, well, at least how they'd started; becoming so lost and distracted in a brief kiss that just somehow escalated into a make-out session on the younger's made bed, followed by a few giggles here and their as their lust-clouded minds fought to figure out the best and most comfortable position for intercourse, considering Felix's condition.

Moaning a mantra of, "Don't stop," Felix gripped onto the clean sheets harder, hips rocking back to meet Chan's pace the best that he could and, upper body maintaining a safe distance from the mattress to avoid any amount of pressure on his stomach. His mind, too focussed on the missed pleasure of the older's hand caressing his skin, that thick length abusing his spot so enjoyably, and the arousing grunts of the older behind him, couldn't even calm itself to dwell on the enduring fact that they still weren't official-

Or maybe it was just scared, at that point. Maybe it was just cynical, considering the fact that after almost a month of their growth in communication, Chan hadn't reintroduced the topic of a solid relationship into their conversations, even once.

So Felix was left to internally juggle the mental assumptions of whether Chan was tired? Whether he had simply, changed his mind- or whether- whether he was just more considerate than thought to be, and found the option of giving his ex time to heal, breathe, and be more confident in his own self after being let down so shamefully in the past, to be the most logical and unselfish decision.

But never mind.

That didn't matter.

The knot forming in his lower abdomen was what mattered. The new sloppiness of Chan's thrusts was what mattered. The veiny hand sneaking past his thigh to stroke his own hardened member was what mattered... And the feeling of something warm and slightly thick spilling on his back, as well as his own load leaving his burnt out body to stain his new bedsheet, were what mattered.

Panting, Felix almost collapsed stomach first onto the mattress but, thankfully, his beloved ex was alert enough. So Chan held the boy up quickly, gently turning him to lay on his back and, leaning down to leave the softest kiss, on his parted lips. And he couldn't help but spread a small smile at their contact, the redness of his cheeks deepening when one of Chan's hands found and stroked his tummy and when- when those pink, swollen lips left his, to meet his stomach.

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"Let's pretend that this never happened," he giggled as he kissed Felix's stretched belly, eyes gazing down at the round flesh with so much love and adoration, while his other hand crawled up to trace over one of the younger's freckled cheeks. "Your daddies love you both, mhm...You guys will call me papa though... It's cuter."

Chuckling and playfully flicking the reachable part of Chan's forehead, Felix sat up some, eyes glancing down at a section of the cum-stain on his bed before meeting the other's gaze, finally. "Stop being so fluffy with our kids after we just had sex, Chan." He teased breathlessly, one hand lifting to ruffle the dark blond locks of the older and, smile brightening even more when Chan's lips met his, again... that time even sweeter than the last. "Love you..."

"Love you too, Lixie." Chan smiled warmly as he pulled away, palm shifting from Felix's tummy to stroke his bare waist and, mutual gaze lasting a short while longer until both their smiles, dimmed. Felix's was the first to diminish into a pout, and such transformation had to be the main reason for Chan's own new expression of concern. Tilting his head to the side, he scooted up closer to Felix's naked body, bringing the blanket to cover their bare waists and, cupping both of those freckled cheeks with his palms. "Lix, did I do something? Why that face?"

"I- do you still want it... Chan?" Felix questioned skeptically, lower lips trapping in the brace of his teeth and, heart beats vibrating his chest so anxiously, that even Chan could make out the low thumps. Sighing, he spoke up again, tone low and, eyes no longer locked with the other's, but in a stare at some random pillow to their side. "Like... us. Are you- are you still up to try again?"

"Of course, Felix... Why would you think I'm not?" Genuine care and concern swung in the tone of Chan's question and, his heart hurt at the new recognition that Felix was most probably harboring so many doubts over the previous weeks- doubts that he wouldn't even hesitate to bring clearance to if he was only aware, or a little more observant. "I- I wouldn't use you, you know. I wouldn't have slept with you just now if I didn't want something real..."

"It's just... you never brought it up again... So I can't help but feel like... you changed your mind." Felix spoke hesitantly, lips pursing sideways and deep sigh heaving his chest. Then he looked up, finally, locking eyes with the man he loved again and, lifting a hand to cup one dimpled cheek. "We- if you're- I just feel bad... Because I mean, I initiated it tonight and... I couldn't help but feel worried... Like you pitied me or something."

Sighing with a soft smile lining up both sides of his lips, Chan shook his head lightly, one hand lifting from Felix's cheek to brush some hair back from his forehead and, face leaning in to leave another soft kiss on the boy's lips. "I don't pity you, Felix. And I never will, okay? We both wanted it, yeah? And I didn't want you to feel forced, which is why I kept asking-"

"If I'm sure... Yeah I was." Felix giggled, his own instincts causing him to peck Chan's lips once more, for a few seconds, before pulling away. "Thank you for caring so much... Channie. And I'm ready... to try again..."

"For real? Like you're sure, sure? Like, certain that you wanna... be my boyfriend again?" Chan's words were quickened with anxiety and, his voice cracked, just as the heartfelt smile on his face somewhat, dimmed. His Adam's apple temporarily shifted with his thick gulp and, his eyes, they brew such a great deal of tears in that moment, that one drop couldn't wait any longer before sliding down his face. "You wanna-"

"Yes, Chan. I want to... I want to raise our babies with you... even though it's mostly night time for now... I want us to be together... when they're here." Felix sniffled with his words, voice somewhat raspy and, lips pouting as his eyes diverted from the latter's to once again focus on some random section of the sheets. "I love you..."

"I love you too, Felix." And Chan lifted his ex's- boyfriend's lips to kiss them so, so lovingly. His free hand traced up and over Felix's stomach in a soft pattern before his kisses directed down the younger's jaw, to his chest... to the fleshy home of his children. "Your parents are back together." He mumbled against Felix's stomach, and the low giggle leaving his lips couldn't help but match with the volume of Felix's when said boy shivered at the warm breath hovering over his tummy. "I can't wait for you two to get here..."

"Mhm. Stop being all cute, Chan. Get up and help me so we can shower and change my sheets, please."

"Everything except for the stop being cute part." Chan chuckled childishly as he got up and off of the bed, blushing at the way his dick was hanging out so openly in that well-lit bedroom and, laughing even harder upon noticing how Felix quickly looked to the side after being caught staring. It was cute.

Corrupted but cute.

Had a really rough and unsteady beginning for a relationship, but cute.

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⇒ JYP Building- 3racha Studio
1:25am

"Chris."

"Hm?" Chan smiled with his hummed answer, eyes focussed on the screen of his laptop as he edited some recordings for their new track, and mind still too caught up on the night's earlier events to even remember the awkwardly large smile that lingered on his face.

"Did you fuck?" Changbin inquired rather bluntly, and his smirk only grew at the way Chan choked on what had to be air at the question, as well as how the latter's cheek so easily and quickly mirrored the skin of a ripe tomato. "I'll take that as a yes."

"W-what? How- what? Why- did you ask-"

"Because you've been all smiley and shit since you got here, and your voice even cracked when you were recording." Changbin chuckled, upper body leaning forward to rest both elbows against his lower thighs and, eyes thoroughly scanning the flustered expressions of his leader. "Am I lying, Ji? Look at him. Don't you see it too."

"Yes." Jisung giggled, placing his phone at his side to aid his boyfriend in the obviously effective teasing, even standing to near Chan and look down at him more comfortably. "Is it the same guy that you've been going on about these days? You two fucked tonight, didn't you? That's why you came back so late?"

Clearing his throat rather loudly, Chan bit harshly on the inside of his cheek, praying that the slight pain could be used as an excuse for the abnormal reddening of his cheeks, and hoping that keeping the tender flesh in place would aid in the control of his muscles to keep back the smile that was threatening to form on his face. "I don't know what you two are on about." He lied pathetically, scoffing when both Changbin's and Jisung's laughter echoed the studio as a response. "What-"

"Chris, just tell us. No need to hide... How was it? Was it difficult? Considering he's pregnant-"

"Okay stop." Chan turned to glare softly at the chuckling males before refocussing on his laptop. Pursing his lips, he inhaled deeply, eyes closing for a brief moment before he could speak up again, and conscience somewhat condemning his next sentence, yet still approving its content at the same time. "Make jokes about me, yeah? But not him. It might not be intended to be insulting, I know, but I don't like it..."

"Understood." Changbin responded calmly, nodding when Chan sighed at the wanted absence of the couple's laughter and, lifting one hand to run through his hair while he thought about what else to say in attempt to break the sudden, awkward silence. "So... are you two back together? Or would you rather not say..."

"No, it's okay... Yeah we got back together tonight. And I'm just- I'm happy, you know? And I'm honestly really grateful to your boyfriend, Ji." Chan smiled as he spoke, turning in his chair to view the two more comfortably as Jisung made his way back to the sofa. Sighing satisfactorily at his successful attempt in lifting the slightly tense aura that had surfaced from his earlier comment, he leaned his head against the back of the chair, a mental replay of the night's events reforming his smile as he stared up at the ceiling. "Your council and advice, Changbin. I would still be acting the fool if you didn't step in. So thank you, so much."

"Yeah, and fuck you both for not filling me in earlier." Jisung snapped playfully, joking scoff leaving his throat when Changbin swiftly slid a hand around his waist to draw their sides closer together. "Stop... I'm trying to be angry."

"Cute." A small smile spread up Changbin's lips as he gazed down at his lover before he could speak again. But just as quick as the previous switch in the trio's undercurrent, said male's smile inverted, merging his expression into one of sheer concern and slight worry, thus resulting in a shift of even his superior's previously contented demeanor. "But Chris..."

"Y-yeah? Something happened?"

"No... Just... When do you plan on at least letting management know? I mean, this is big, you know. And things will be worse if they find out on their own." Changbin spoke calmly, eyes gazing intently at the older's forehead as his head stayed lowered and, hand stroking the clothed waist of his partner. "Those kids are gonna have your surname and similar features, you know. So it's not like this can stay hidden forever. All of this is part of the maturity and responsibility that you have to take up... So you need to ask for a meeting or something. And of course, we'll be there for you."

"Binnie is right, Chris. Imagine if they find out and then it causes this huge scandal. That's when you can ruin your career..." Jisung added cautiously, upper body snuggling further into his boyfriend's embrace, and big, round eyes staring intently at the dampened leader in front. "We can approach the manager with you... if you want. We're here for you, yeah."

Sighing deeply, Chan let a single tear slide down his cheek, head finally raising to switch gazes in between both boys and, one hand lifting to ruffle his hair. "This is hard." He spoke tiredly, palm dropping to run over his face and, headache already brewing somewhere to the back, under the dusty blonde strands on his head. "I don't even know what to say. I don't know how- I don't know..."

"Just be honest." Jisung spoke up, lips forming a closed, reassuring smile as he looked at his leader, and cheeks heating up when Changbin's lips were felt against his forehead, somewhat as a small reward for his wise input. "There's no need to lie or beat around the bush. Just say what it is, and take responsibility. And, make promises, you know? Tell them how you can and will make sure that things stay under control. Convince them that you can manage work while raising your kids- convince them that you won't slack off..."

"Yeah, and you can even request to live in your own apartment- maybe with your boyfriend, since you said he lives close by." Changbin spoke prudently, lips mirroring Chan's state by filling the need for something soft in between his teeth, as all three of them could feel the suffocating anxiety lingering in that room. "Just, make sure to be here often for work and stuff. But you'll be able to see him and them more... You'll be in their life more, you know? Plus, I'm sure he'd want that. Because being a young parent alone isn't easy, especially with two kids at the same time..."

"And the public? That's gonna be another- maybe even bigger challenge, you know." Chan groaned lowly as he spoke, and he just could not help the second, reluctant tear that trickled down and over his cheek. "There's gonna be so much hate and stuff... I don't want to put my love and kids in danger, you know?"

"Fuck the public, Chris. That's your family we're talking about. You need to put them first in a situation like this." Changbin spoke more sternly that time; still respectful but, with a deeper tone and, more surety in the sounding of his sentence. "And I promise, nobody will hurt them. Some people will say a lot of shit and maybe send threats if they're ridiculous enough but, action? I think not. It's possible but, I don't think it will happen. You just need to man up and take responsibility, yeah? Think about your kids, and your boyfriend. Imagine how tiring it'd be, seeing you only in the night, and having to live with the risk of them having an unemployed father if management finds out about this another way..."

"Mhm..." Chan gulped, sniffling before continuing. "You're right. You're both right, I know. So... I'll talk to Lix about it tomorrow? And then... request for a meeting the day after?"

Yawning widely, Jisung shifted from his boyfriend's arm to get up, arms stretching forward as a low groan sounded from his throat with the needed, tired stretch. "Yeah, that'd work. And remember, we're both here for you, okay? But now I'm tired, and I've already recorded my part, so I'm going back to the dorms."

"Love you." Changbin blew a small kiss, chuckling when Chan sarcastically gagged at his gesture.

"I love you too."

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