FEELINGS

"God, she's breathtaking," Seokjin whispered, his eyes fixed on the sleeping beauty in the crib.

"Yeah, she is," Namjoon agreed, resting his chin on Seokjin's shoulder.

"And so pretty," Seokjin added dreamily, his soft tone making Namjoon's heart melt.

Unable to resist, Namjoon wrapped his arm around Seokjin's waist and pressed a gentle kiss just below his ear, humming contentedly. "Very, very pretty," he echoed, his smile deepening as his lunar-shaped dimples appeared. He shifted his gaze to Seokjin, completely captivated by the moment.

Namjoon sighed softly, fully immersed in the tenderness of it all until Seokjin suddenly squealed, "And oh, so tiny!" breaking the quiet with a playful chuckle.

The noise disturbed the little girl, causing her to stir in her sleep. Her eyelids crinkled, and her pink lips turned into a frown, a clear sign she was about to wake. Namjoon was promptly jabbed in the ribs for his part in the disturbance.

"Shut your mouth, Joon. You'll wake her!" Seokjin scolded, his voice low but sharp.

"Says the one who squeaks every word," Namjoon retorted.

"You're blaming me?"

"Look, she's staring at us," Namjoon said, patting Seokjin on the shoulder and gesturing toward the infant. The little girl was indeed watching them. Seokjin's stern expression softened when he noticed the hint of fear in her wide eyes, unfamiliar with the faces before her. Wanting to soothe her, he bent down closer.

"Hi, baby, we're not going to hurt you," Seokjin murmured, his voice gentle as he placed his large fingers on her tiny cheek and stroked it tenderly. He felt the soft puffs of air from her nose and the warmth in them. She seemed to sense the same warmth in his touch, instinctively reaching out to grasp his finger.

Seokjin's curved lashes fluttered as his eyes lit up with delight at the baby's touch. He extended his hand, gently caressing her soft, puffy cheek. Her skin, delicate as cotton, felt impossibly fragile. Though her tiny palm was smaller than anything Seokjin had ever held, her grip around his finger was surprisingly strong, amusing him. With a quiet laugh, Seokjin allowed her to play with his long, slender fingers, captivated by her curiosity.

"Take her in your arms, love," Namjoon murmured, his phone in hand, ready to capture the moment.

Seokjin, lost in the sweetness of the scene, blinked in surprise at the suggestion, momentarily caught off guard. Namjoon had his phone ready, camera aimed at Seokjin, who seemed so absorbed in the moment with the newborn that he hesitated at the suggestion.

"I. . . how can I? I don't think I can—What if I drop her?"

"You won't, baby. Go on. She'll be safe in your arms, I know it," Namjoon reassured him gently.

"Namjoon, I can't," Seokjin protested, his voice uncertain.

"You can, Jin. Trust me, you can," Namjoon nodded encouragingly, noticing the doubt still lingering in Seokjin's eyes.

With a deep breath, Seokjin bit his lip and carefully slid his arms around the baby's tiny midriff. One hand supported her head as he cradled her close to his chest. Seeing her up close, her beauty struck him even more. The scent of baby products clung to her like cherries, and her green romper made her look like a miniature watermelon, which was fitting, given her size, he mused. Her pouty lips sat beneath a button nose sprinkled with tiny freckles, which seemed to glow in the sunlight seeping through the blinds.

"Hey there, little one," Seokjin whispered, softly booping her nose with a smile. He cooed softly as she squinted her eyes and let out a faint sound, her small arms flailing to chase away the intruder.

Good Lord, she was too adorable to be real. How humans could create such an angelic little being was a mystery to him. Seokjin could already picture her older self, rubbing her nose and complaining about the silly gesture, just like he used to when someone touched his face as a kid-a miniature version of him.

The thought made Seokjin's heart swell, his eyes misting over.

"Aww, look at you getting all emotional over your employee's baby," Namjoon teased, snapping as many pictures as he could of his fiancé. "It's making me want to give you a baby of our own and cry." He would admit, the thought of having a child with Seokjin stirred something deep within him.

Seokjin, momentarily caught off guard by Namjoon's comment, quickly regained his composure, turning the moment light.

"I'd like that," Seokjin shot back with a grin. "You hardly ever cry. The last time you did was when I proposed to you last month."

He winked as Namjoon let out a playful, exasperated sigh.

"Hey, you know I'm sensitive about you, and don't forget that you cried too!"

Seokjin scrunched his nose. "God, you're so petulant when you grudgingly admit things and then turn it back on me. It's kind of cute."

"No." Namjoon shook his head, countering, "Because I'm not a child and you're the cute one between us."

"Oh, is that so?"

Namjoon nodded, inching closer as if to emphasize his point. "Obviously. I've always been honest with you."

Seokjin's eyes followed as Namjoon licked his lips. He parted his own, wondering if that raspberry tint on Namjoon's lips tasted as sweet as it looked. He leaned in, but before he could close the distance, an echoing cry diverted his attention. The baby demanded care, and Seokjin immediately softened, making gentle cooing sounds as he swayed her, speaking softly to calm her down.

"Oh, why is my angel crying? What does she need, hmm?"

Namjoon's heart skipped once, twice, then three times, nearly making him fear for his health. The sight of his fiancé baby-talking, singing, and doing everything to soothe the little one brought out emotions too deep for words. Despite not being the best at babysitting, Namjoon felt an overwhelming urge to help Seokjin. Before he could act though, hurried footsteps approached, and Jihee appeared beside Seokjin.

Seokjin tried to soothe the baby by softly singing that her mother was there, turning to point in her direction to show he wasn't fibbing. Jihee quickly placed the bottle of milk and baby monitor she had brought into the crib and lifted the baby into her arms. It was almost magical how the little one stopped crying in her embrace, quieting down as Jihee gently hushed her. The whimpers turned into tiny contented noises as the baby began sucking on the milk bottle.

"Oh, she was hungry," Namjoon observed. "I thought it was because we interrupted her sleep." He chuckled sheepishly, before asking, "Don't babies usually cry for that reason? Or am I wrong?"

"They do," Jihee confirmed. "But sometimes, as a parent, you just instinctively know what your baby needs. I'm sure you two will be great at it when you become fathers."

To say the soon-to-be-married couple blushed would be an understatement. Their faces held a sweet, shy expression, and they couldn't hold each other's gaze for more than a fleeting second before looking away with bashful yet loving smiles.

Jihee almost wanted to squeeze their cheeks right then and there. She was so grateful for having such adorable higher-ups. She would have stayed to tease them more if her boyfriend hadn't invited them for tea in the spirit of hospitality.

"You've got an angel for a daughter," Seokjin remarked, watching as Jihee gently patted the baby to help her burp. "I hope there aren't any serious health issues with her?"

"Oh, none at all," her father replied warmly. "Just the usual-vomiting and late-night crying to change diapers."

"Good thing we didn't forget to bring a year's supply of diapers then," Seokjin joked, earning a round of laughter from the others. Even the baby seemed to join in, letting out a well-timed belch.

"You didn't have to, sir, really," Jihee said with a smile.

"And all the baby products, toys, and plushies," Mark added with a grin.

Namjoon chimed in jokingly, "Oh, he would've bought the entire store if the other parents hadn't been giving him death stares. He was ready to leave them with nothing."

Seokjin glowered in mock defense. "Not my fault they wanted the exact same things I was eyeing."

"Jin, you were eyeing and inspecting every single product on the shelves."

"Again, not my fault because this little angel deserves the best!"

As the engaged couple continued their playful banter, the baby's parents exchanged a look of disbelief. Honestly, forget their family friends; Seokjin was almost more passionate, caring, and loving about their baby than they were—though, of course, they adored her. He acted as if she were his own child. They couldn't help but wonder what he'd be like when he had kids of his own.

That same thought seemed to cross Namjoon's mind as he blurted out, "I wonder what you'd do when we have a baby." Seokjin's face turned red, and it took Namjoon a moment to realize what he had just said. He gulped nervously and blinked in surprise, unsure of how to recover.

No one expected Seokjin's response, but he surprised them all by attempting another joke.

"Maybe. . . I'll start my own baby product company."

"You might as well," Namjoon encouraged with a smile, brushing his fingers lightly against Seokjin's.

"Then it's settled in advance," Jihee mused. "I'll get a permanent discount on every purchase."

"Of course, why not," Seokjin chuckled.

A comfortable silence followed as they sipped their tea, content smiles tugging at their lips, until one of them glanced at their wristwatch and hummed softly.

"I think we should head out now. It's already half past ten," Namjoon informed Seokjin.

Seokjin straightened up and nodded. "Sure."

As he stood, the others followed suit, waiting while he gave a quick goodbye kiss to the little girl who was playing with her mother's accessories. They then made their way toward the entrance door.

"It was great having you over, sir," Mark said.

"The pleasure was ours, meeting your little angel. Take good care of her and consider that a warning," Seokjin teased with a grin.

Mark placed a hand over his heart, smiling. "I will, sir. Over my dead body."

"And don't hesitate to reach out if you ever need help with anything," Namjoon added as they prepared to leave.

Mark nodded, watching them step out of the apartment. Namjoon's hand rested casually on Seokjin's waist as they walked, their smiles soft and content. Mark couldn't help but chuckle at their adorable chemistry.

Who could blame them? Namjoon loved every moment he spent with his fiancé, especially maintaining some form of touch, no matter how small. He would admit that whenever Seokjin wasn't by his side, he missed him dearly. So when they were together, he took every opportunity to stay close.

Even now, after his hand left Seokjin's waist to get into the car, it soon found its way to rest comfortably on Seokjin's thigh. Seokjin sat in the driver's seat, humming softly, fingers drumming an unknown rhythm against the steering wheel as he gazed beyond the window.

As they reached the main road, stuck at yet another traffic light, Namjoon's eyes landed on a family walking along the sidewalk. A pair of twins held hands with their parents, big shopping bags in their free hands and even bigger smiles on their faces. The little boy seemed to have whined about something, causing the father to laugh and ruffle his hair. The mother knelt to his height and sweet-talked him, and although he kept a stubborn pout, he eventually stomped his feet in agreement as they headed into another shop.

A dimpled smile spread across Namjoon's face as he imagined a similar scene: he and Seokjin doing ordinary things with their own children, spending days off strolling through the streets of Seoul, eating street food (which Seokjin would surely complain about), or having a picnic by the Han River on a sunny Sunday morning, laughing and playing together.

What a beautiful, perfect day that would be, Namjoon thought, hoping for it to come soon. He sighed softly.

"What's got you smiling like that? Care to share?" Seokjin asked with a curious smile of his own.

Namjoon hummed absently, his gaze drifting to the side. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice when the light turned green. They were just ten minutes away from the Kim Enterprises building.

"Ah," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Seokjin waited patiently as Namjoon hesitated, struggling to put his feelings into words. He eventually pulled the car into a nearby cul-de-sac and sat in silence for a moment, a shaky breath escaping Namjoon.

"Honestly. . . I think I've got baby fever," Namjoon said with an awkward laugh. "Seeing you with that baby in your arms- I can't stop thinking about it. I keep imagining a family with you, Jin." He took a sharp inhale, his heart pounding in his ears. His throat tightened as he tried to find the words. "I-I can't wait to start a family with you and grow old together. I want that with you so much. It. . . it hurts."

"God, Joon, you're such an idiot," Seokjin whispered, unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling Namjoon into a comforting hug, his own eyes misting over with tears. "But I feel the same. I'm so excited to start a family with you. I can't wait for us to get married and make that dream come true." He kissed Namjoon on the cheek, pulling him tighter into the embrace, both of them holding on to the moment.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, savoring the warmth and quiet comfort they found in each other. Seokjin traced soothing circles on Namjoon's back, occasionally planting soft kisses on the side of his face or playfully nibbling his earlobe. A quiet laugh broke the stillness when Namjoon whimpered after Seokjin sucked a little too hard on the sweet spot beneath his ear, trying to leave a
mark.

Namjoon snuggled deeper into Seokjin's neck, sniffling softly.

Seokjin couldn't resist teasing
Namjoon, especially when he got all
needy and clingy after getting
emotional. It was adorable, and
Seokjin lived to pamper him in those
moments. However, it didn't suit
Namjoon's usual demeanor, and his
frayed nerves urged him to silence
Seokjin's laughter with a kiss.

"Shut up, you tease," Namjoon
muttered.

The kiss was firm and assertive, more tongue than teasing which was uncharacteristic for Namjoon, who usually took his time savoring Seokjin's lips. But in this moment, he needed the closeness, craving the touch as if it were vital.

Seokjin moaned as Namjoon's intensity overwhelmed him. He felt warm breaths against his ear and the gentle nibble along his jaw that left behind a fresh love bite. In the past, that would've earned Namjoon an earful since they were trying to keep their relationship private. But now that they were public, Seokjin couldn't care less about the marks as long as they faded within two days. His skin was sensitive, after all.

There was also something about Namjoon's veiny hands, the way they flexed every time he gripped Seokjin's waist, hips, or ass. After four years together, Seokjin could safely admit he had developed a bit of a fetish for them. It had become almost unbearable whenever they worked out together at the gym, especially when Namjoon's arms were on full display in his signature sleeveless black tees. Eventually, when Namjoon started attracting a bit too much attention from others, Seokjin casually suggested they work out at his place instead where he could enjoy the view all to himself.

The sound of clanking seatbelts snapped Seokjin's attention back to his surroundings. He was still parked in a secluded alley, but the scene inside the car was far from innocent. His shirt was unbuttoned to his navel, revealing a mosaic of hickeys scattered across his chest, his pants undone, and Namjoon's hand firmly palming him through his boxers.
Namjoon had just unbuckled his seatbelt to get better access to Seokjin's erect nipple, which he eagerly took into his warm mouth.

What a bastard, Seokjin thought with
a quiet laugh.

This was classic Namjoon, using sex to cope with the emotional meltdown he'd had earlier. It was his way of releasing pent-up feelings, and Seokjin wasn't about to
complain. If anything, watching Namjoon get worked up over domestic and emotional matters was a huge turn-on.

"Joon," Seokjin murmured. "We can't
do this here. We'll be late for the
office again, like last time."

Namjoon growled in response when
Seokjin gripped the back of his neck and tugged on his hair.

"First of all, we've got time," Namjoon reasoned, moving lower to run his tongue along Seokjin's belly button. The touch sent waves of goosebumps across Seokjin's skin, his breath hitching as his body responded to the anticipation of what was coming next. "And second of all, you're the CEO. No one's going to question you."

Namjoon's fingers toyed with the waistband, pushing it down slightly to reveal a patch of hair. He used deliberate strokes that made Seokjin jolt his hips forward, pressing Namjoon's face where he needed him most.

"Being the CEO doesn't mean I have
the right to misuse my authority- Oh,
fuck! Namjoon, will you just suck me off already?" Seokjin groaned in frustration as Namjoon started to lightly kiss the base of his cock, peeking out from beneath the underwear.

Namjoon chuckled pleasantly. "Say 'please.'"

Seokjin scowled. "Who's the one teasing now?"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," Namjoon said, freeing Seokjin's cock from its
restraints and working it to full length.

Seokjin's grunts escaped as Namjoon applied just the right pressure with his calloused fingers, causing Seokjin's pupils to dilate with lust. The way Namjoon pinched the sensitive head made Seokjin hiss. But it wasn't enough. He craved an intensity that would bring him to the edge and deliver a prolonged, delicious orgasm. The thought alone sent electric thrills down his spine, igniting a wild desire that was hard to control.

With a heaving chest, Seokjin growled, "You said you'd stop teasing." He frowned as Namjoon knelt between his legs, a guilty smile on his face. Namjoon almost seemed obsessed with nuzzling Seokjin's crotch, a fixation that might be his.

"I'm sorry, I won't tease you. I promise." As soon as he said that, Namjoon took hold of Seokjin's rock-hard dick and gave it a long, deliberate lick, flicking his tongue over the sensitive head with fervor.

Seokjin tilted his head back, lost in pleasure, his moans syncing with Namjoon's rapid strokes. One moan grew louder when Namjoon enveloped the bulbous, pink glans and eagerly lapped up the leaking precum, as though savoring a fine drink. To make matters more provocative, Namjoon glanced up at Seokjin with a playful glint in his eyes, feigning innocence.

Seokjin, captivated and breathless, could only watch in awe, his desire burning intensely. Despite Namjoon's relentless teasing, the primal urge within Seokjin had been unleashed, and now he was determined to act on it. He tightened his grip on Namjoon's
damp hair and yanked his head back.

The new angle allowed the tip of Seokjin's length to graze the roof of Namjoon's mouth, enabling him to push deeper into the hot, slick heat. As he thrust forward, he grunted, marveling at how easily he reached the back of Namjoon's throat with each glide.

Namjoon's jaw went slack, his tongue flattened, allowing Seokjin to pull out and thrust back in with increasing force. The rhythm started slow, but soon it quickened, with Seokjin driving into Namjoon hard
and fast.

For Namjoon, the pain was a
gratifying sensation. He knew how to breathe deeply to avoid gagging as Seokjin pulled out and re-entered. The tears on his cheeks were inconsequential; he reveled in the masochistic pleasure of being used like a toy by Seokjin.

As Seokjin neared his climax, he held back, savoring the impending release. Namjoon could feel the pulsing and contractions through his thighs, and despite Seokjin's attempts to prolong his orgasm, he began to pump vigorously, pushing Seokjin closer to the edge. The car was filled with shameless sounds as Seokjin neared the point of spilling over, his desire nearly overwhelming. The agony of waiting for that final push to send him into bliss was almost unbearable.

His release came when Namjoon resumed his assault with his tongue, drawing a wali from Seokjin as his orgasm finally hit.

Seokjin was light-headed. The atmosphere had abruptly shifted into something eerie, and he reveled in it. Oddly enough, the aftermath of his orgasm felt glorious. He loved every second of it, and the person responsible for it even more. Tilting his gaze, he watched the head bobbing up and down, cleaning the mess he'd left behind. Damn, he came hard.

A soft touch on his face drew a glance from Namjoon, who was licking his lips clean. Seokjin smirked, then gently pinched Namjoon's cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, puckering his lips. "Show me," he commanded and was satisfied to not find a speck of white past Namjoon's molars. He grinned. "Good."

A blush crept across Namjoon's face, tinting him crimson.

Seokjin pulled back the hand that had caressed Namjoon's cheek and slid his index finger into his own mouth, licking off the drop of cum that had been smeared on Namjoon's face.

Namjoon's wide, hooded eyes followed Seokjin, who slowly dragged the same finger over his own lips and popped it out with a smirk. Namjoon gulped, trembling, and hurried to undo his pants, making Seokjin chuckle softly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Namjoon froze, meeting Seokjin's eyes, and drew his brows.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon shot back, watching as Seokjin tucked his softening cock back into the waistband of his indigo pants.

"Getting dressed," Seokjin replied simply.

"I can see that."

"Then why ask?"

Namjoon scowled. "You know what I
mean."

Seokjin shrugged, nonchalant. "I don't. You tell me."

Namjoon stammered, clearly frustrated. "What— What about my
orgasm?"

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "You should've thought of that before teasing me all day." He clicked his tongue in disapproval then. "Now, get
back in your seat. I need to start the car. Being late is one of my biggest pet peeves."

Namjoon was dumbfounded as he sat there with his pants around his knees, stunned into silence. He only managed to pull them back up once the Hyundai Verna was on the road, still thinking. He knew there was no use arguing with Seokjin. Instead, Namjoon shot him occasional silent glares, simmering in quiet frustration.

Seokjin had to suppress a laugh. Namjoon was being petulant again-and it was adorable. Sexy, too, as he poked his cheek with his tongue, clearly irritated. Seokjin guessed he was either plotting revenge or figuring out how to hide the bulge in his pants. Or probably both.

He was right, because as soon as the car pulled into the parking lot, Namjoon made a beeline for the nearest restroom, muttering, "I swear I'll get back to you," in a condescending tone.

Oops. Seokjin giggled, knowing he was in for a long night. He just hoped the bed would survive the impending wrestling match it was sure to endure before sunrise. He could already picture the moon rising before he got any sleep.

The excitement was all over his face, and he wore it proudly as he replayed the morning's events in his mind. Seokjin felt like he was living his best life-too happy, almost, but entirely refreshed. On his way to the office, he greeted his employees with contagious optimism, cracking jokes and asking after their well-being. His elation didn't go unnoticed. In fact, he was so euphoric that if someone had told him to shave his head on the spot, he might've done it—he had looked handsome the last time he shaved it, and losing his hair again wouldn't bother him in the slightest.

It was a great feeling, one he hoped he'd never get too used to. And he also wished everyone could experience that kind of joy at least once in their lives. Seokjin hoped the same for his friend, Min Yoongi, too, whose relaxed posture was slumped on the revolving chair, legs propped up on the desk, as he entered his office.

Seokjin chuckled at the sight.

"Yo, Yoongi! I thought I'd never see you, man. What's kept you so busy? Was it the woman you met at my birthday party?" he asked with a knowing grin. However, it wasn't until he sat down across from Yoongi that he noticed the gun in his friend's hand. Yoongi was meticulously wiping it clean with cotton tissues, stained red with what Seokjin knew wasn't just dirt. His smile faded.

"What did you do?" asked Seokjin.

"Hm?" Yoongi barely looked up, more focused on cleaning his favorite handgun. "Took care of the woman who kept me busy since your birthday party."

Seokjin froze. The weight of Yoongi's words sank in, and his expression shifted to one of shock and disbelief.

"Are you serious? What could she have possibly done to you? She was just an ordinary woman!"

"Ordinary?" Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head. "She was far from it. A fucking menace. Trust me on this, Jin."

And Seokjin did trust him, though not just because of his words. The way Yoongi's indifferent expression shifted into something darker, fifty shades of anger, was a revelation in itself. Seokjin could see that. But behind the fury, there was a flicker of sadness in Yoongi's eyes, one that Seokjin wanted to address. Yet, the conversation that followed toyed with his conscience.

"And maybe you should keep an eye on your little brother, too," Yoongi continued. "I've been hearing Jungkook's name buzzing around a lot since I got here. What's going on with him?"

"What do you mean?" Seokjin asked, frowning.

"You don't know?" Yoongi asked back.

Seokjin shrugged, genuinely clueless. Yoongi chuckled at his oblivion, then gestured toward the computer connected to the building's CCTV cameras. Multiple screens lit up, displaying the hallways, reception area, break room, and employee spaces. One of the cameras focused on Jungkook's office. The scene seemed normal at first, nothing out of place. But then Seokjin noticed a shadowy figure reflected on the glass walls, and Jungkook was on a FaceTime call. Laughter, bright and radiant, echoed through the cabin, loud enough to carry over into Seokjin's office.

For a brief moment, Seokjin thought about how lovely the sound was. His smile agreed when Jungkook's grinning face appeared on the screen. But then the oddness hit him. He blinked, his breath hitching. He was looking at a reflection of his own euphoric state from earlier.

"It's about the girl he rescued from that club, isn't it?" Seokjin asked, exhaling.

Yoongi nodded. "He brought her to the New Year's party. There were a lot of rumors going around, and I thought you'd be amused."

Seokjin bowed his head slowly. "I am," he said, though he bit his tongue. "I have to meet her."