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The day started like any other for Jisung. Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of his shared penthouse with Minho, casting a warm glow over their neatly organized living room. Minho had already left for a meeting, his usual efficiency leaving behind a steaming cup of coffee for Jisung on the kitchen counter with a sticky note that read, "Don’t forget breakfast this time, dummy."

Jisung smiled at the note, his heart doing its usual somersault. It was a routine that never got old, even after months together. But today, something was… different.  

He hadn’t been feeling great lately—nothing serious, just tired, dizzy here and there, and a bit off. At first, he’d chalked it up to overworking himself with back-to-back shoots and late nights. But then came the nausea.  

It hit him again as he sipped his coffee, the rich aroma suddenly overwhelming. He barely made it to the bathroom before losing whatever remnants of last night’s dinner still lingered.  

“What the hell…” Jisung muttered, rinsing his mouth and staring at his reflection. His skin looked paler than usual, his eyes a little more sunken.  

It was Felix, always blunt and slightly chaotic, who had jokingly mentioned the possibility a few days ago during a group lunch.  

“Maybe you’re pregnant, Ji,” Felix had teased, laughing as Jisung nearly choked on his water. “It’s rare, but it happens, doesn’t it?”

Jisung had rolled his eyes then, but the seed of curiosity had been planted. And now, as he stood there, that same thought buzzed in his head.

Could it be?  

An hour later, Jisung found himself sitting cross-legged on the bathroom floor, staring at the tiny test in his hand. He’d bought it on a whim from the pharmacy down the street, his hoodie pulled low with a nose mask and sunglasses perched high in an effort to avoid being recognized.  

The seconds dragged on like hours, the little screen on the test taking its sweet time to load. Jisung’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and dread swirling in his gut.  

Finally, the result appeared.  

Two lines.  

Jisung blinked. Once. Twice. He held the test closer, as if proximity would change what he was seeing.  

Positive.

His breath caught. He felt a rush of emotions—shock, disbelief, and, surprisingly, an undeniable warmth blooming in his chest.  

“Holy shit…” he whispered, his voice trembling.  

He leaned back against the bathroom wall, staring at the ceiling. Of all the things he’d expected today, this wasn’t even on the list.  

And now, the question loomed: how was he going to tell Minho?  

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The kitchen was quiet when Minho came home later that evening, his tie loosened and his hair slightly mussed from the long day. Jisung was standing by the stove, stirring a pot of soup with far more focus than necessary.  

“You’re cooking?” Minho raised an eyebrow, hanging his jacket on the back of a chair. “Should I be worried?”  

“Ha, ha,” Jisung said dryly, his voice a little too high-pitched. “I can cook, you know.”  

“You can order delivery like a pro. Cooking? Debatable.”  

Jisung shot him a glare, but Minho caught the faint tremor in his hands as he ladled the soup into two bowls. Something was off.  

“You okay?” Minho asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been acting weird lately.”  

Jisung froze, the ladle halfway to the bowl. His heart raced as he turned to face Minho, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.  

“I—uh—yeah. Totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”  

Minho tilted his head, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Because you’re rambling and stuttering like you do when you’re nervous.”  

Jisung’s grip on the ladle tightened. Just say it, he told himself. It’s Minho. He’ll understand. Probably.

But the words wouldn’t come.  

“I just… wanted to do something nice,” Jisung finally mumbled, setting the ladle down.  

Minho frowned but let it go, pulling Jisung into a brief hug. “Thanks, baby, I appreciate it.”  

The warmth of Minho’s embrace made Jisung’s resolve falter even more. How could he drop such life-changing news so casually?  

As they sat down to eat, Jisung tried to muster up the courage. He opened his mouth to speak—  

“I almost forgot,” Minho interrupted, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “The agency wants you for another shoot next week. Something about a spring campaign.”  

Jisung’s stomach churned. He couldn’t imagine doing another shoot, not with how drained he’d been feeling.  

“Jisung?” Minho asked, noticing his silence.  

“Yeah,” Jisung said quickly, forcing a smile. “Sounds great.”  

Minho studied him for a moment before nodding, seemingly satisfied. But Jisung’s chest felt heavier than ever.  

As Minho leaned back in his chair, sipping his water, Jisung made a silent vow.  

Tomorrow. He’d tell Minho tomorrow.  

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The next morning, Jisung woke up earlier than usual. Minho was still sound asleep beside him, his face softened by the rare moment of peace. For a minute, Jisung let himself watch Minho, marveling at how someone so effortlessly perfect had become such a huge part of his life. 

But then the nausea hit again.  

Jisung clamped a hand over his mouth and darted out of bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. By the time he was done, he felt clammy and weak, leaning against the sink as he splashed cold water on his face.  

When he emerged, Minho was sitting up in bed, his hair messy and his eyes bleary. “You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.  

“Yeah,” Jisung lied, waving a hand. “Probably just something I ate.”  

Minho frowned but didn’t push further, instead patting the spot beside him. “Come here, baby.”  

Jisung hesitated before crawling back into bed, letting Minho wrap an arm around him. The warmth and comfort of Minho’s touch eased his nerves, but it also reminded him of the truth he was still hiding.  

You can do this, he told himself. Just say it.

“Minho…” Jisung started, his voice unsteady.  

“Hmm?”  

“I need to tell you something.”  

Minho turned to face him fully, his brows knitting together in concern. “What’s wrong?”  

Jisung took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I…” He faltered, the weight of the words too much to bear all at once. “I think we need to talk about… the future.”  

Minho blinked, clearly thrown off. “The future?”  

“Yeah,” Jisung said quickly, rushing to fill the silence. “Like, you know… plans. Changes. Stuff like that.”  

Minho tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Are you trying to tell me something specific, or are you just in one of your philosophical moods again?”  

Jisung groaned, burying his face in his hands. “God, this is harder than I thought.”  

Minho’s hand settled on Jisung’s bare waist, giving it a little squeeze grounding him. “Hey, take your time. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”  

Jisung peeked at him through his fingers, the earnestness in Minho’s gaze giving him a small boost of courage. “Okay,” he whispered, sitting up straighter. “Promise you won’t freak out?”  

Minho’s brows shot up. “That depends. Did you break something? Lose something? Are you secretly in debt?”  

“No!” Jisung huffed, swatting at him. “It’s… bigger than that.”  

Minho’s teasing grin softened into something more serious. “I’m listening.”  

Jisung bit his lip, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“I’m… pregnant.”  

The words hung in the air, heavy and surreal. Minho didn’t move, didn’t speak, his face frozen in an unreadable expression.  

“Say something,” Jisung pleaded, his voice small.  

“You’re… pregnant?” Minho finally said, his tone cautious, as if testing the word on his tongue.  

Jisung nodded, his heart thundering in his chest. “Yeah. I found out yesterday.”  

Minho’s eyes flicked to Jisung’s stomach, then back to his face, as if trying to process this new reality. “And… you’re sure?”  

Jisung held up the test he’d kept hidden under the nightstand. “Positive. Literally.”  

Minho stared at the test, then at Jisung, his lips parting as if to speak but no words coming out. Finally, he exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair.  

“This is… wow,” he said, his voice a mix of wonder and disbelief.  

Jisung’s stomach twisted. “You’re not mad, are you?”  

“Mad?” Minho repeated, his gaze snapping back to Jisung. “Why would I be mad?”  

“I don’t know,” Jisung mumbled, looking down. “Because it’s unexpected? Because it’s a huge change...?”  

Minho reached out, gently cupping Jisung’s face and tilting it up so their eyes met. “Jisung,” he said firmly, his thumb brushing over Jisung’s cheek. “I’m not mad. I’m… surprised, yeah. But this? This is us. And if you’re ready for this, then so am I.”  

Tears welled up in Jisung’s eyes, a mix of relief and overwhelming emotion. “Really?”  

Minho smiled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Jisung’s forehead. “Really. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”  

Jisung nodded, his arms wrapping tightly around Minho as the weight on his chest finally lifted. In that moment, nestled in Minho’s embrace, he felt safe—ready to take on whatever came next.  

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Minho lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling, his arm draped protectively around Jisung’s waist. The rhythmic rise and fall of Jisung’s breathing was usually enough to lull him to sleep, but tonight, his thoughts were too loud.  

A baby.  

It felt surreal. He’d spent the entire evening smiling, holding Jisung close, reassuring him that they’d figure it all out together. And he’d meant every word. But now, alone with his thoughts, the enormity of it all hit him.  

Was he ready for this?  

Sure, he’d always imagined a future with Jisung—moving into a house together, building a life full of laughter and love. But he’d never thought a baby would come into the picture so soon.  

His mind swirled with questions. What kind of father would he be? Could he protect them both? Would he be able to balance work and family?  

He glanced down at Jisung, who had turned in his sleep to nuzzle closer to him. A soft smile tugged at Minho’s lips despite his worries. Jisung’s faith in him was unwavering. He’d looked so relieved earlier, so happy when Minho had reassured him.  

Minho resolved, right then and there, to make sure Jisung never doubted his support. Whatever fears he had, he’d push them aside. For Jisung. For their baby. For their family.  

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The next morning, Jisung woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon. His first thought was confusion—Minho never cooked breakfast on weekdays.  

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he padded into the kitchen to find Minho standing at the stove, spatula in hand, looking uncharacteristically domestic.  

“What’s all this?” Jisung asked, leaning against the doorway.  

Minho turned, a grin tugging at his lips. “Good morning to you too. I figured you could use some breakfast in bed.”  

Jisung blinked, touched but also suspicious. “Okay, what did you do?”  

Minho feigned offense. “Why do you assume I did something?”  

“Because you never make bacon unless you’re trying to soften me up,” Jisung teased, stepping closer.  

Minho chuckled, setting the spatula down and pulling Jisung into a quick peck. “Fine. You caught me. I was thinking we could spend today planning.”  

“Planning what?”  

“Everything,” Minho said, his tone turning serious but still warm. “Doctor’s appointments, a timeline for work, baby stuff. You know, figuring out how we’re going to do this.”  

Jisung’s chest warmed at Minho’s words. He could see the determination in his eyes—the promise that Minho was fully committed.  

“Okay,” Jisung said, his smile soft. “But only after I eat this amazing breakfast you’re making.”  

---

The rest of the day was spent sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by notebooks and Jisung’s laptop.  

“We need to find an OB-GYN,” Minho said, jotting it down in a notebook.  

Jisung nodded. “And figure out when to tell our friends and family.”  

“Do you think your mom will freak out?” Minho asked cautiously.  

Jisung shrugged. “Probably a little. But you she loves you, so they’ll get over it.”  

Minho chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “And your friends? Felix and Hyunjin might throw a party.”  

“Don’t remind me,” Jisung groaned, burying his face in his hands.  

Minho smirked, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”  

By the end of the day, they had a rough plan sketched out, but more importantly, they were smiling and laughing again. The initial fear and uncertainty had been replaced with cautious excitement.  

As they lay in bed that night, Jisung rested his head on Minho’s chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on his t-shirt.  

“Hey, Min,” Jisung said softly.  

“Yeah?”  

“I think we’re going to be good at this.”  

Minho kissed jisung's bare shoulder, his arms tightening around him. “I know we will.”  

Because as daunting as the future felt, Minho couldn’t imagine anyone he’d rather face it with.

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The week flew by in a blur of cautious excitement. Minho had insisted on taking charge of scheduling Jisung’s first doctor’s appointment. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to Jisung, who was still adjusting to the idea of being pregnant.

On the day of the appointment, Jisung stood in front of the mirror, tugging at his sweater nervously. “Do I look okay? I feel like I look bloated.”

Minho, leaning against the doorframe with a fond smile, stepped forward to pull Jisung into a hug. “You look perfect. Stop stressing.”

“But what if—”

Minho silenced him with a soft kiss to his forehead. “No ‘what ifs.’ We’re doing this together, remember?”

Jisung sighed, leaning into Minho’s embrace. “You’re right. Let’s go before I talk myself out of it.”

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At the clinic, the waiting room was quiet, the kind of sterile silence that only heightened Jisung’s nerves. He tapped his foot against the tiled floor, glancing at Minho, who was flipping through an outdated magazine like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Min, stop pretending you care about ‘Top 10 Vacation Spots for Retirees,’” Jisung whispered, nudging him.

Minho smirked, setting the magazine down. “Fine, seems the pregnancy hormones have gotten to you already.”

Before Jisung could retort, a nurse appeared at the door. “Han Jisung? The doctor is ready for you.”

Jisung stilled for a moment, but Minho stood, offering his hand. “Ready?”

Jisung nodded, taking Minho’s hand as they followed the nurse into the exam room.

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The Dr. Choi was kind and reassuring, walking them through the basics of what to expect in the first trimester. Jisung tried to focus, but his mind kept drifting. It wasn’t until the ultrasound machine was wheeled in that reality hit him again.

“This might be too early to hear anything,” the doctor explained as she prepared the equipment. “But let’s take a look.”

Jisung held his breath as the gel was applied to his stomach and the probe moved into place. The room was silent for a moment, and then—

“There it is,” the doctor said, pointing to the screen.

Jisung’s eyes widened as he saw the tiny, flickering shape on the monitor. “Is that…?”

“That’s your baby,” the doctor confirmed with a smile.

Minho’s hand tightened around Jisung’s, his own expression unreadable as he stared at the screen.

“It’s so… small,” Jisung whispered.

“They grow fast,” the doctor said. “Everything looks good so far.”

Jisung turned to Minho, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Min…”

Minho tore his gaze from the screen to look at Jisung. Without a word, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s temple. “We’ve got this.”

---

That night, back at home, Jisung sat on the couch with a printed photo of the ultrasound in his hands. He traced the image with his finger, a soft smile on his lips.

Minho sat beside him, watching silently before draping an arm around Jisung’s shoulders.

“What are you thinking?” Minho asked.

Jisung leaned into him, holding up the photo. “That this little thing is already turning our world upside down.”

“And?”

“And I’m excited,” Jisung admitted, his voice soft but sure. “Scared, but excited.”

Minho kissed the top of his head, his heart swelling with affection. “Me too, Sungie. Me too.”

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Jisung sat at the kitchen table the next morning, staring at his phone with a frown. The ultrasound photo was propped up against his coffee cup, a constant reminder of the tiny life growing inside him.

Minho, frying eggs at the stove, glanced over. “You’ve been staring at that thing for ten minutes. What’s on your mind?”

Jisung sighed, setting his phone down. “How do we tell everyone?”

He shrugged, eyeing the eggs to make sure it didnt burn...again

Jisung groaned, flopping back against the cushions. “It’s so weird. I don’t even know how to say it. Like, ‘Hey, guys, guess what? We’re having a baby!’ It sounds like a prank.”

Minho smirked, setting his tea on the table. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I don’t think Felix or Hyunjin would even be surprised. Felix will probably cry.”

Jisung laughed, shaking his head. “You’re probably right. Okay, let’s call Hyunjin and Felix first. They’re practically family.”

---

The video call rang only once before Hyunjin’s face popped up, Felix peeking over his shoulder.

“Finally!” Hyunjin exclaimed. “Do you know how long it’s been since you called us? We were about to file a missing persons report.”

Felix grinned, leaning closer to the camera. “What’s up? You guys look... different.”

“Different how?” Jisung asked, feigning offence.

“I don’t know. Happier?” Felix replied, narrowing his eyes. “Or maybe you’re hiding something?”

Jisung exchanged a quick glance with Minho before biting his lip. “Okay, fine. We do have something to tell you.”

Hyunjin gasped. “Oh my god, you’re married! Finally!”

“Not quite,” Minho interjected, rolling his eyes. “We’re having a baby.”

The screen erupted into chaos as Hyunjin screamed, accidentally knocking the phone out of his hands. Felix’s laughter was audible even as the camera tilted to show the ceiling.

“You’re WHAT?!” Hyunjin shouted, picking the phone back up and shoving his face into the frame. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, we’re serious!” Jisung said, unable to stop grinning.

Felix clasped his hands over his heart, his eyes watery. “That’s amazing! How do you feel? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, Lixie,” Jisung assured him. “It’s still early, but everything looks good so far.”

Hyunjin’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “I can’t believe this. You two are going to be such hot parents.”

Minho snorted. “That’s your takeaway?”

“Obviously,” Hyunjin replied without hesitation.

Later, after the call ended and the congratulations had subsided, Jisung flopped back against the couch, exhausted but happy.

“You ready for round two?” Minho asked, holding up his phone.

“Whose turn is it?”

“Changbin and Seungmin,” Minho replied.

Jisung groaned dramatically. “Do we have to? Changbin’s going to ask stupid questions.”

Minho chuckled, already dialing. “He’s my friend. Suck it up.”

Changbin answered the call with a frown, Seungmin leaning against his shoulder with a soft smile.

“Finally,” Changbin said, crossing his arms. “What’s so important that you had to call instead of texting?”

“We’ve got news,” Jisung began, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

Seungmin tilted his head curiously. “What kind of news?”

Minho, ever the straightforward one, dropped the bomb. “Jisung’s pregnant.”

The reaction was immediate. Changbin’s jaw dropped, while Seungmin’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Pregnant?” Changbin repeated. “As in, baby?”

“Yes, Bin, that’s generally what pregnant means,” Minho deadpanned.

Seungmin nudged Changbin, a grin spreading across his face. “That’s incredible. Congratulations.”

“Wait,” Changbin said, still processing. “Does that mean I’m going to be Uncle Binnie?”

“If that’s what you want to call yourself,” Jisung teased.

Changbin grinned, leaning closer to the camera. “I’m going to be the best uncle. Just wait. I’ll spoil that kid rotten.”

“Absolutely not,” Minho said firmly.

Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “We’re so happy for you guys. If you need anything, let us know.”

“Thanks, Minnie,” Jisung said, his voice soft.

As the evening wore on, the calls continued. By the time they were done, Jisung was curled up against Minho on the couch, their phones discarded on the table.

“You okay?” Minho asked, his hand resting on Jisung’s knee.

Jisung nodded, his eyes fluttering shut. “Better than okay.”

Minho smiled, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s hair. “Good. Because this is just the beginning.”

The following weekend, Minho and Jisung stood outside Jisung’s parents’ house. It was a modest home in the suburbs, filled with warm memories and the scent of home-cooked meals. Jisung’s fingers fiddled nervously with the hem of his jacket while Minho stood beside him, calm but holding Jisung’s hand tightly.

“You think they’ll be happy?” Jisung asked, glancing up at Minho.

“They adore you,” Minho reassured him. “And they already love me. We’ve got this.”

Jisung let out a shaky laugh. “You’re too confident.”

“Someone has to be,” Minho replied with a smirk before ringing the doorbell.

Jisung’s mother, a petite woman with warm eyes, opened the door and immediately pulled Jisung into a hug. “You’re here! It’s been ages, my baby.”

“Hi, Mom,” Jisung said, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

Minho smiled politely. “Hello, Mrs. Han.”

“Oh, none of that formal stuff, Minho. You know you’re family.” She ushered them inside, her husband already waiting in the living room with cups of tea.

“Finally,” Mr. Han said with a smile. “We were starting to think you’d forgotten us.”

“Never,” Jisung replied, sitting on the couch next to Minho.

After some small talk about work and life updates, Jisung gave Minho a nervous glance. Minho nodded subtly, squeezing his hand under the table.

“Actually, Mom, Dad,” Jisung began, his voice steady despite his nerves, “we have some news.”

His parents exchanged curious looks. “What kind of news?” his mother asked.

Jisung took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around Minho’s. “I’m pregnant.”

The room fell silent for a moment. His mother blinked, her teacup halfway to her lips, while his father’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You’re…pregnant?” Mrs. Han repeated, her voice soft.

“Yes,” Jisung said, his voice firmer this time. “Minho and I are having a baby.”

A beat passed before Mrs. Han set her cup down and broke into a wide smile. “Oh, my baby is having a baby!” She jumped up, pulling Jisung into another hug.

Mr. Han chuckled, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “Congratulations, son. That’s wonderful news.”

“Really?” Jisung asked, his voice shaky with relief.

“Of course,” his father said. “We couldn’t be happier for you.”

“And you, Minho,” Mrs. Han said, turning to him with a stern yet affectionate look. “You’ll take good care of my Jisung, won’t you?”

“I’ll do everything I can,” Minho replied sincerely, earning a nod of approval.

Later that evening, as they were leaving, Mrs. Han handed Jisung a small bag of homemade snacks. “You’ll need these. You’re eating for two now!”

Jisung laughed, his heart full. “Thanks, Mom.”

Minho chuckled as they walked to the car. “See? I told you they’d be happy.”

Jisung grinned, leaning into Minho’s side. “Yeah, yeah. You were right. Don’t let it go to your head.”

The next day, it was Minho’s turn to tell his parents. Unlike Jisung’s warm and bustling family home, Minho’s parents lived in a sleek, modern apartment. His father was seated with a newspaper while his mother arranged flowers in a vase.

“What brings you two here on a Sunday?” Mrs. Lee asked, smiling as she set down her arrangement.

“Something important,” Minho said, his voice steady as always.

His parents looked at him expectantly, and he wasted no time. “Jisung is pregnant. We’re having a baby.”

His mother froze for a moment, her hands stilling over the vase. His father lowered his newspaper, his face stoic as his son.

Then, his mother’s face lit up. “Oh, Minho!” She rushed forward, wrapping him in a rare hug before turning to Jisung. “This is wonderful news. Congratulations, Jisung.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Lee,” Jisung said, feeling more at ease.

Mr. Lee folded his newspaper, standing to shake Jisung’s hand. “This is a big step, but I know you two will handle it well. Congratulations.”

Minho nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you.”

On the way home, Jisung leaned back in his seat, a content smile on his face. “That went way better than I expected.”

“I told you,” Minho said, glancing over with a smirk. “Our parents love us.”

Jisung laughed, reaching over to lace his fingers with Minho’s. “Yeah, I guess they do.”

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Morning sickness was the first real hurdle, and it hit Jisung like a freight train.

It was just past dawn when Minho woke to the sound of retching. Groggy but alert, he scrambled out of bed and found Jisung kneeling by the bathroom sink, pale and trembling.

“Jisung,” Minho said softly, crouching beside him. His hand immediately found its place on Jisung’s back, rubbing soothing circles. “You okay?”

“Does it look like I’m okay?” Jisung croaked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Minho suppressed a smile at his usual sass. “Fair point. Stay here.”

He returned a moment later with a glass of water and a cool towel, crouching down again. Jisung accepted the water gratefully, sipping slowly as Minho pressed the towel to his forehead.

“This sucks,” Jisung muttered. “Isn’t it too early for this?”

Minho chuckled. “Welcome to the first trimester. You’re doing great.”

Jisung shot him a glare but leaned into the touch when Minho’s hand found his hair, combing through the strands gently. “You’d better not say, ‘I told you so.’”

Minho grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Later that day, Jisung had a shoot scheduled for a major campaign. Despite his exhaustion, he insisted on going.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Minho asked as they drove to the studio.

“I have to be,” Jisung replied, resting his head against the window. “I can’t let this affect my career.”

Minho frowned but didn’t push further.

At the studio, things started smoothly enough. Jisung’s charisma in front of the camera was undeniable, even as he fought through waves of nausea. But halfway through the shoot, he felt a dizzy spell coming on.

“Break!” Minho called out before Jisung could even ask. He rushed over, guiding Jisung to a chair.

The photographer frowned. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Minho said, his tone firm but polite. “Just needs a moment.”

Jisung looked up at him, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Minho replied, kneeling in front of him. “You’re doing great.”

By the end of the day, Jisung was completely drained. Minho helped him into the car and handed him a protein bar from the glove compartment.

“What’s this?” Jisung asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Something to keep your energy up,” Minho said.

Jisung made a face but took a bite anyway. “You’re bossier than usual.”

“Someone has to be,” Minho teased, glancing over with a fond smile.

At home, Jisung collapsed onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “I’m never leaving this spot again.”

Minho appeared with a small bowl of cut fruit and handed it to him. “Eat this, and I’ll believe you.”

Jisung laughed, taking the bowl. “How do you know so much about what I need?”

Minho shrugged. “I did my research. Plus, I kind of like taking care of you.”

Jisung’s heart swelled at the confession. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, but his smile gave him away.

The next few weeks were a rollercoaster of adjustments. Morning sickness came and went, and Jisung developed some quirky cravings that kept Minho on his toes.

One night, Minho woke up to Jisung nudging him insistently.

“Minho,” Jisung whispered.

“What?” Minho mumbled, barely opening his eyes.

“I need pickles. And ice cream. And maybe hot sauce?”

Minho groaned but got up without complaint. “You owe me for this.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jisung said, grinning as Minho disappeared into the kitchen.

When he returned with the odd combination, Jisung’s eyes lit up. “You’re the best.”

Minho rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “Don’t get used to this.”

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Changbin opened the door to his apartment, the smell of freshly baked cookies hitting him instantly. He paused in the doorway, taking a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him.

Seungmin stood at the kitchen counter, wearing one of Changbin’s oversized hoodies, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he carefully arranged cookies on a cooling rack. His bump was more prominent now, and Changbin couldn’t help but smile as he watched him hum softly to himself. It had been weeks since Seungmin officially entered the second trimester, and though he still insisted on doing everything himself, Changbin made sure to stay close, ready to step in whenever needed.

“You’re early,” Seungmin said without turning around.

“You’re glowing,” Changbin replied, dropping his bag and making his way to the kitchen.

Seungmin rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched into a small smile. “I said early, not flattering.”

“And I said glowing,” Changbin teased, wrapping his arms around Seungmin from behind, his hands resting gently on Seungmin’s bump. “You okay?”

Seungmin leaned back into him, his head resting against Changbin’s shoulder. “I’m fine. Just tired. Baking was supposed to be relaxing, but I forgot how much standing hurts now.”

Changbin’s brows furrowed. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want to bother you at work,” Seungmin said softly, his fingers playing with Changbin’s.

Changbin sighed, pressing a kiss to Seungmin’s temple. “You’re never a bother, Minnie. You know that, right?”

Seungmin nodded, his eyes closing as he basked in the warmth of Changbin’s embrace.

After dinner, Changbin insisted on cleaning up while Seungmin rested on the couch. By the time he finished, Seungmin was curled up under a blanket, a book in his hands.

“Still reading that?” Changbin asked as he plopped down beside him.

“It’s good,” Seungmin replied without looking up.

Changbin nudged him playfully. “You’ve read it three times.”

“And?” Seungmin challenged, finally glancing at him.

Changbin chuckled, pulling Seungmin closer. “Nothing. You’re cute when you’re invested in something.”

Seungmin shook his head but allowed Changbin to steal the book and set it aside.

“What’s on your mind?” Changbin asked, noticing the distant look in Seungmin’s eyes.

Seungmin hesitated before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about the baby’s room.”

Changbin’s face lit up. “Yeah? What about it?”

“I want to start decorating soon,” Seungmin said, his voice soft. “But I don’t want it to be too much. Something simple but cosy.”

“We can do that,” Changbin agreed. “This weekend, we’ll pick out paint colours and furniture. How’s that sound?”

Seungmin’s lips curved into a small smile. “Perfect.”

Later that night, they were lying in bed when Seungmin suddenly nudged Changbin.

“Binnie,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” Changbin mumbled, half-asleep.

“The baby kicked.”

Changbin’s eyes shot open, and he immediately sat up. “Really?”

Seungmin nodded, taking Changbin’s hand and placing it on his stomach. They waited in silence until a faint, fluttering movement pressed against Changbin’s palm.

Changbin’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “That’s amazing,” he whispered, his voice full of awe.

Seungmin chuckled at Changbin’s expression. “You’re going to be such a softie with them.”

“And you’re not?” Changbin teased, leaning down to kiss Seungmin’s bump. “Hey there, little one. Keep being strong for your mom, okay?”

Seungmin’s heart swelled at the tenderness in Changbin’s voice.

🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️

Jisung sighed as he adjusted the scarf around his neck, his gaze flickering nervously to Minho, who was pacing with his phone pressed to his ear. It was another packed day, with two photoshoots lined up back-to-back. Managing a career as one of the industry’s top models while hiding a pregnancy was proving to be trickier than he had imagined.

“I’ve rearranged the schedule to keep you off your feet as much as possible,” Minho said as he hung up. His eyes softened when they met Jisung’s. “But you have to tell me if you’re feeling tired or nauseous. No pushing yourself, okay?”

Jisung gave him a weak smile. “I know, Minho. You don’t have to hover.”

“I’m not hovering,” Minho countered, crossing his arms. “I’m being responsible. You’re the one with a habit of pretending everything is fine when it’s not.”

Before Jisung could respond, a knock on the door interrupted them. It was a staff member, letting them know the car was ready. Minho stepped aside to let Jisung pass, keeping a hand lightly on his back as they walked out.

The first shoot went smoothly. The theme was casual elegance, and Jisung excelled at the effortless charm the director wanted. But by the second shoot, he was starting to feel the strain. The tight-fitting outfit wasn’t helping, and the constant standing under hot lights was making him dizzy.

During a break, Jisung sat down heavily on a nearby couch, pressing a hand to his stomach. Minho appeared almost instantly, crouching in front of him with a bottle of water.

“You’re done for the day,” Minho said firmly.

“But—”

“No ‘buts,’ Jisung,” Minho cut him off. “I’ll handle it. You need to rest.”

Jisung’s protests died on his lips when he saw the concern in Minho’s eyes. Reluctantly, he nodded.

It was the first meeting with his agency since Jisung had told Minho about the pregnancy. While Jisung nervously smoothed down the front of his oversized sweater, Minho stood by his side, his presence grounding and reassuring.

The agency’s conference room felt colder than usual, despite the sunlight streaming in through the windows. A small group of executives had gathered, their expressions varying from curious to concerned.

“Thank you for coming,” one of the senior managers said, her voice carefully neutral. “Jisung, Minho, we’re here to discuss how we’re going to handle the... situation.”

Jisung flinched at the word, but Minho was quick to jump in. “Situation? You mean Jisung’s pregnancy?” His tone was firm but professional, making it clear he wasn’t going to tolerate any dismissiveness.

The manager cleared her throat. “Of course. We’re committed to supporting Jisung during this time, but there are some practicalities to consider.”

“Like what?” Jisung asked, his voice soft but steady.

“Well,” another executive chimed in, “we’ll need to adjust your schedule. Some campaigns may need to be postponed or even cancelled, depending on how visible the changes become.”

Jisung’s stomach churned at the thought of losing work. Modelling wasn’t just his career—it was his passion.

“We’re not cancelling anything unless absolutely necessary,” Minho interjected. “Jisung’s already proven he can handle shoots, and I’ll ensure he’s not overworked.”

The room fell silent for a moment before the senior manager spoke again. “We’ll also need to control the narrative. If the news gets out—and it likely will—we want to make sure it’s on our terms.”

Jisung nodded, his mind spinning. The idea of his pregnancy becoming a headline was daunting, but he trusted Minho to guide him through it.

Later that evening, Jisung sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He’d been tagged in several fan edits and posts from the recent campaigns, and for a moment, he allowed himself to bask in the positive comments.

But his smile faded when he came across a speculative post:
@cvntresshan: “Why the hell has he been wearing a lot of oversized clothes recently?. looking all bloated too 💀

“Stop reading those,” Minho said, sitting down beside him with a bowl of fruit.

“How did you know?” Jisung muttered, setting his phone down.

“You always get that look on your face,” Minho replied, offering him a slice of mango.

Jisung sighed as he took the fruit. “It’s just... What if I lose everything, Minho? What if the fans don’t understand?”

Minho reached over, taking Jisung’s hand in his. “You’re not going to lose everything. You have talent, charisma, and a team that believes in you. And more importantly, you have me.”

Jisung looked at him, the weight of his fears easing just slightly. “You really think we can handle this?”

“I know we can,” Minho said firmly.

Chapter Text

It started on a night that neither of them had planned. Chan had just wrapped a long day of directing and was looking forward to nothing more than some peace and quiet. He’d invited Hyunjin over—not for anything romantic, but because Hyunjin always brought a chaotic kind of energy that could distract him from his thoughts.

Hyunjin arrived late, as usual, with takeout bags in hand and a bottle of wine tucked under his arm. “I come bearing gifts,” he said with a dramatic bow as he stepped into Chan’s apartment.

Chan snorted, shutting the door behind him. “Gifts, or your excuse for being late?”

“Both,” Hyunjin quipped, tossing his jacket on the couch. He pulled out the takeout boxes and waved them in Chan’s direction. “You’re welcome.”

They settled on the floor, the coffee table between them as they dug into the food. Hyunjin filled both their glasses with wine, raising his in a toast.

“To surviving another day,” he said, his smile lazy but genuine.

Chan clinked his glass against Hyunjin’s. “I’ll drink to that.”

They talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily as it always did with Hyunjin. But tonight, there was something different in the air—an unspoken tension neither of them acknowledged but both felt.

It wasn’t until the wine bottle was nearly empty and the takeout boxes discarded that Hyunjin leaned back on his elbows, his gaze fixed on Chan. “You’re too serious all the time, you know that?”

Chan raised an eyebrow, setting his glass down. “And you’re not serious enough.”

Hyunjin smirked, his head tilting slightly. “Maybe you need someone like me to balance you out.”

The comment hung in the air, heavy with implication. Chan’s eyes met Hyunjin’s, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged.

“You’re drunk,” Chan said finally, his voice quieter than usual.

Hyunjin sat up, leaning closer. “I’m not drunk.”

Chan’s breath hitched as Hyunjin’s face hovered inches from his. “Hyunjin...”

“I know,” Hyunjin whispered, his gaze flicking to Chan’s lips and back up to his eyes. “But I think you’ve been waiting for this as much as I have.”

Chan didn’t respond—he couldn’t. His brain was screaming at him to back away, to stop this before it started. But his body betrayed him, staying rooted to the spot as Hyunjin closed the distance between them.

The kiss was tentative at first, almost cautious, as if they were testing the waters. But when Chan didn’t pull away, Hyunjin deepened it, his hand sliding up to cup the back of Chan’s neck.

Chan’s resolve crumbled in an instant. He kissed back with a fervor that surprised even himself, his hands finding Hyunjin’s waist and pulling him closer.

It wasn’t perfect—Hyunjin’s teeth grazed Chan’s lip, and their noses bumped awkwardly—but it didn’t matter. The pent-up tension between them finally found an outlet, and neither of them wanted to stop.

Hyunjin ended up straddling Chan’s lap, his fingers tangled in Chan’s hair as their kisses grew more heated. Chan’s hands roamed Hyunjin’s back, gripping him tightly as if afraid he might disappear.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

“This is probably a bad idea,” Chan murmured, his voice rough.

Hyunjin laughed softly, his thumb brushing over Chan’s cheek. “Probably. But do you really care?”

Chan didn’t answer—not with words, at least. Instead, he pulled Hyunjin back into another kiss, deciding that for tonight, he didn’t care at all.

---

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t even logical. But as Hyunjin fell asleep on Chan’s naked chest later that night, Chan couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

Because for the first time in a long time, he felt something more than the weight of his responsibilities. He felt alive.

Chapter Text

The announcement of Jisung’s hiatus had been carefully planned. His agency crafted a vague yet acceptable reason:

“Han Jisung will be taking a temporary break to focus on his health and personal well-being. We ask for fans’ understanding and support during this time.”

It was true—just not the whole truth. Behind closed doors, Minho had insisted on Jisung stepping away from his grueling schedule, prioritizing his health and the baby’s.

Jisung had reluctantly agreed, knowing Minho was right. The idea of sneaking around for prenatal appointments made him anxious, but it was necessary to avoid raising suspicions.

Weeks passed quietly. Jisung stayed out of the public eye, spending most of his days resting at home or attending secret check-ups. Minho handled everything, from organizing appointments at obscure clinics to keeping the staff under strict confidentiality agreements.

Jisung had started to believe they could actually keep it a secret.

---

That belief shattered one crisp morning in early spring.

Minho had scheduled a check-up at a clinic across town—smaller, quieter, and far from the usual celebrity hotspots. The plan was simple: arrive discreetly, get the appointment done, and leave without incident.

Jisung adjusted his hoodie as they pulled up outside the clinic. The baggy fabric did little to hide his growing belly, but paired with sunglasses and a face mask, he looked like just another anonymous visitor.

“Ready?” Minho asked, his voice steady but tinged with worry.

Jisung nodded. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The visit went smoothly. The doctor checked the baby’s heartbeat, reassured them everything was on track, and handed Jisung a small printout of the ultrasound.

He couldn’t help but smile at the tiny form on the paper. “It’s really starting to feel real,” he murmured to Minho as they walked back to the car.

Minho chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around his waist. “It’s always been real, Sungie. You’re just finally catching up.”

But as they stepped outside, the calm shattered.

The sharp clicks of camera shutters filled the air, followed by muffled shouts:

“Jisung! Over here!”

“Is it true you’re pregnant?”

“is Minho the father?!”

Paparazzi swarmed the sidewalk, their lenses trained on Jisung. His heart dropped, panic flashing across his face.

“Minho—”

“Keep walking,” Minho said firmly, tightening his grip on Jisung. “Don’t say anything.”

Jisung ducked his head, his mind racing. How did they find out? They’d been so careful.

The questions kept coming, each one cutting deeper:

“Are you quitting modeling for good?”

“Is your hiatus just an excuse?”

“Are you and Lee Minho getting married anytime soon?”

Jisung’s breathing quickened. The world around him blurred, the voices merging into a deafening roar.

Minho shielded him as they made their way to the car, ignoring the chaos. He opened the door and guided Jisung inside before climbing into the driver’s seat.

As they sped away, Jisung finally exhaled, his hands trembling in his lap. “Minho... they know.”

“I’ll handle it,” Minho said, his jaw tight.

“How?” Jisung whispered, tears welling in his eyes. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I wasn’t ready.”

Minho reached over, placing a hand on Jisung’s thigh rubbing it soothingly. “It doesn’t matter how they found out. What matters is how we deal with it now.”

---

By the time they reached home, the story was already everywhere. Headlines screamed about Jisung’s “secret pregnancy” and speculated wildly about Minho’s involvement. Photos of them leaving the clinic dominated social media, dissected by fans and tabloids alike.

Jisung curled up on the couch, scrolling through the comments. Some were supportive, but others were harsh, accusing him of hiding the truth or betraying his fans.

Minho paced the room, his phone glued to his ear as he argued with the agency’s PR team. “No, we’re not denying it,” he snapped. “That’ll only make it worse. We need to address this head-on.”

Jisung looked up, his voice small. “What do we say?”

Minho ended the call and sat beside him, pulling him close. “We tell them the truth. No more hiding.”

Jisung hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “What if they don’t accept it? What if I lose everything?”

“You won’t,” Minho said firmly. “Your fans love you, Sungie. And the ones who don’t? They don’t matter.”

Jisung buried his face in Minho’s shoulder, his tears soaking into the fabric. “I hate this,” he whispered.

“I know,” Minho murmured, stroking his hair. “But you’re not alone. We’ll get through this. Together.”

---

By the end of the day, the decision was made: they would release an official statement through the agency.

The PR team worked late into the night crafting the announcement. It was direct, heartfelt, and left no room for speculation.

The next morning, the statement went live:

Official Statement from Han Jisung and Lee Minho

Jyp modelling agency 

“Hello,

We want to address the recent rumors surrounding Han Jisung and confirm that they are true. Jisung is expecting a child, and we are both overjoyed to welcome this new chapter in our lives together.

We understand that this news might come as a surprise to many of you, and we want to thank everyone who has supported Jisung throughout his career. This is a deeply personal and special time for us, and we hope for your understanding and kindness as we navigate it.

Jisung’s health and the baby’s well-being remain our top priorities. While he will continue to focus on his career in a way that suits his new role as a parent, we kindly ask for privacy and respect during this time.

Thank you for your love and support.

Sincerely,

Han Jisung & Lee Minho”

The response was almost immediate.

@mryaoi: pregnancy photoshoot when?!

@hanhole: oh their nepo baby is going to take over the industry 

Fans flooded social media with messages of love and support. Hashtags like #Congratsminsung and #minsungfamily trended within hours.

Of course, there were also detractors—critics who questioned his choices or speculated about the future of his career. But Jisung was too relieved to care.

Chapter Text

The sun poured through the large windows of a rented event hall, bathing the pastel decorations in a warm glow. The room was adorned with blush pink and baby blue banners, balloons shaped like teddy bears, and a long table filled with snacks and desserts. In the center stood an elaborate diaper cake, surrounded by small, thoughtful party favors for the guests.

Jisung, dressed in a flowy white sweater that accentuated his glowing complexion, stood near the entrance with Minho. His baby bump was prominent, drawing affectionate attention from everyone who walked in.I still can’t believe you let them do this,” Jisung muttered to Minho, his hand resting on his bump. The media frenzy had died down allowing them to throw a baby shower.

“It’s your first baby,” Minho said with a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from Jisung’s face. “You deserve to be celebrated.”

Changbin and Seungmin arrived first. Seungmin, heavily pregnant and looking radiant, was supported by Changbin, who carried two large gift bags in one hand while his other rested protectively on Seungmin’s back.

Sorry we’re late,” Seungmin said, giving Jisung a quick hug. “Someone insisted on rewrapping the gift three times.”

Changbin shrugged, unbothered. “It’s a baby shower. It has to be perfect.”

“You’re one to talk about perfection,” Seungmin teased, earning a playful glare from Changbin.

You’re glowing, Seungmin,” Jisung greeted, pulling his friend into a careful hug.

“I feel like I need a forklift to move around these days,” Seungmin groaned, though his smile softened as Jisung hugged him.

“You look amazing,” Jisung said earnestly. “I’m so glad you made it.”

Felix arrived shortly after, holding a tray of cupcakes he had baked himself. “Sorry I’m late! Traffic was insane.”

“You’re forgiven because you brought cupcakes,” Jisung teased, accepting the tray.

Chan and Hyunjin arrived together, though they kept a bit of distance. Hyunjin handed over a beautifully wrapped gift box, while Chan followed with a sheepish grin.

“Is this from both of you?” Jisung asked, glancing between them.

“No,” Hyunjin said quickly. “Just me.”

Chan rolled his eyes but didn’t comment, instead turning to greet Minho.

The entrance opened again, and Jisung’s parents walked in, their smiles lighting up the room.

“Mom! Dad!” Jisung exclaimed, moving as quickly as his belly allowed.

His mother immediately pulled him into a gentle hug, her hands cradling his belly. “Oh, sweetheart, you look radiant.”

“Son,” his father said, clapping Minho on the shoulder, “you’ve done well. This is a beautiful celebration.”

Minho smiled, bowing slightly. “Thank you, sir. We’re glad you could come.”

Moments later, Minho’s parents arrived. His mother beamed as she saw Jisung, pulling him into a hug. “Look at you! Absolutely glowing.”

Minho’s father joined in, shaking Jisung’s hand before patting Minho’s back. “This little one is going to be spoiled rotten, I can tell already.”

Jisung laughed, his nervousness fading under the warmth of their families’ love.

The party was in full swing, with guests mingling and enjoying games. Hyunjin had stationed himself near the snack table, occasionally stealing glances at Chan, who chatted animatedly with Jisung’s father.

“You’ve been eyeing him all night,” Felix teased as he passed by.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it, instead grabbing a cupcake to avoid answering.

Meanwhile, Jisung’s mother led a game where everyone guessed the baby’s gender and due date.

“Boy,” Minho’s father said confidently, writing his prediction on a card.

“Girl,” Felix chimed in, earning a playful glare from Minho.

“Definitely a boy,” Chan added, smirking.

Jisung laughed, watching the lighthearted arguments unfold. “You’re all going to feel silly if it’s twins.”

The room erupted in laughter, though Minho froze for a moment. “Twins?”

“Relax,” Jisung said, patting his arm. “Just kidding.”
Felix snickered at Minho's slightly terrified expression.

As the evening wound down, Hyunjin slipped outside to the balcony, needing a moment of quiet. The night air was cool, and the city lights sparkled in the distance.

He didn’t hear Chan approach until the older man was standing beside him, their shoulders almost touching.

“Thought you’d disappeared,” Chan said, his voice low.

“Just needed air,” Hyunjin replied.

They stood in silence for a moment before Chan glanced at him. “You’re not avoiding me, are you?”

Hyunjin shot him a sideways look. “And if I was?”

Chan’s lips twitched into a smirk. “You’re bad at it.”

Hyunjin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We’re at Jisung’s baby shower, Chan. Can we not?”

“Not what?” Chan asked innocently, though his eyes glinted with mischief.

Hyunjin shook his head, turning to go back inside, but Chan caught his wrist, holding him back.

“You know I can’t help myself,” Chan murmured, his thumb brushing against Hyunjin’s pulse.

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, but before he could respond, a burst of laughter from inside broke the moment.

“Later,” Hyunjin whispered, slipping out of Chan’s grip and back into the party.

Chan stood there for a beat, a small smile playing on his lips. “Later,” he echoed, following him inside.

When it came time to open gifts, the parents presented theirs first.

Jisung’s mother handed him a small box, her eyes glistening. “This belonged to you when you were a baby.”

Inside was a delicate silver bracelet engraved with Jisung’s initials.

“Oh, Mom,” Jisung said, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s perfect.”

Minho’s parents brought out a carefully wrapped blanket. “I crocheted this for my first grandchild,” Minho’s mother said proudly. The soft yarn was a blend of pastel blues and greens, each stitch done with love.

“This is beautiful,” Jisung said, running his fingers over the fabric. “Thank you.”

Hyunjin’s gift was next—a hand-painted canvas of a dreamy landscape. “For the nursery,” he said, his usual sarcasm replaced with genuine warmth.

“You painted this?” Minho asked, surprised.

"It’s a little abstract,” he explained, looking shy.

“It’s stunning,” Jisung said sincerely, holding it up for everyone to admire. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, stunning,” Chan added under his breath, though his eyes weren’t on the canvas.

Hyunjin shot him a warning glance, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

Seungmin and Changbin’s gift included a practical set of baby essentials and a cheeky onesie that read: My Parents Didn’t Sleep, and Neither Will I.

Minho’s gift was last—a delicate gold necklace with a tiny charm in the shape of a baby bottle. The room fell silent as Jisung unwrapped it, his hands trembling slightly.

“It’s perfect,” Jisung said, tears welling up in his eyes.

Minho leaned down, his lips brushing against Jisung’s temple. “You’re perfect, my love.”

Later in the evening, Minho’s father raised a toast.

“To family,” he said, his voice steady. “And to this little one who is already so loved.”

Everyone raised their glasses, cheering as Jisung leaned against Minho, his heart full.

Chapter Text

Jisung stood in the middle of the kitchen, a jar of peanut butter in one hand and a bag of pickles in the other, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“What… are you doing?” Minho asked, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

Jisung looked up, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I’m making a snack.”

Minho raised an eyebrow as Jisung unscrewed the jar and carefully dipped a pickle into the peanut butter. Without hesitation, Jisung took a big bite, his eyes fluttering shut.

“This is so good,” he moaned dramatically.

Minho stared in horror. “You’re joking, right?”

“Try it!” Jisung held the pickle out to him.

“I’d rather not,” Minho said, stepping back. “I’ll stick to normal food, thanks.”

Jisung shrugged, unbothered, and continued his feast.

---

Later that day, Jisung sprawled out on the couch, his feet propped up on Minho’s lap. He was flipping through channels when he let out an exaggerated groan.

“What now?” Minho asked, setting his phone down.

“I’m bored,” Jisung whined.

Minho smirked. “You’re always bored.”

“Yeah, but now I can’t even go out and distract myself because someone”—he shot Minho a playful glare—“keeps babying me.”

Minho rolled his eyes, but his hands moved instinctively to massage Jisung’s feet. “You’re not being babied. You’re being taken care of.”

Jisung sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as Minho’s hands worked their magic. “Okay, fine. You’re good at it.”

“That’s what I thought,” Minho teased.

---

The next morning, Minho woke up to find Jisung sitting on the edge of the bed, looking frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” Minho asked, sitting up.

“I can’t find anything that fits,” Jisung muttered, gesturing to the pile of clothes on the floor.

Minho glanced at the discarded items and then back at Jisung, his heart softening. “Come here.”

Jisung hesitated before shuffling over. Minho pulled him onto the bed and wrapped him in a hug.

“You look good in anything,” Minho said softly. “But if it bothers you, we can go shopping for some new stuff today.”

Jisung leaned into him, his voice small. “You don’t think I look… weird?”

Minho pulled back to look at him. “Weird? You’re glowing, Jisung. You’re literally growing a life inside you. That’s incredible.”

Jisung sniffled, and Minho realized he was crying.

“Oh no, don’t cry,” Minho said, panicked.

“I’m not crying!” Jisung insisted, wiping his eyes. “It’s just hormones.”

Minho chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “Whatever you say.”

---

That afternoon, they went shopping. The shop closed to the public just for you them. Minho carried every single bag as Jisung flitted between racks of oversized sweaters and stretchy pants.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Minho said as Jisung held up a sweater with a cartoon duck on it.

“It’s cute and looks like Felix too!” Jisung protested, adding it to the growing pile in Minho’s arms.

By the end of the trip, Minho was buried under bags, and Jisung was grinning from ear to ear.

“You know,” Minho said as they loaded everything into the car, “you’re lucky I love you.”

Jisung leaned over and pecked his lips softly. “I know.”

---

That evening, Jisung insisted on cooking dinner.

“Are you sure about this?” Minho asked, watching nervously as Jisung chopped vegetables.

“Relax,” Jisung said, waving the knife around. “I’ve got this.”

“Okay, but maybe put the knife down when you’re gesturing,” Minho suggested.

Despite Jisung’s confidence, the kitchen quickly turned into chaos. Flour dusted the counters, a pot boiled over, and Jisung managed to get sauce on the ceiling.

Minho eventually stepped in, guiding Jisung to sit on a stool while he finished the cooking.

“Next time, I’ll just order takeout,” Jisung mumbled, pouting.

Minho laughed, placing a plate of food in front of him. “Nice try, Chef Han. But this is staying between us.”

Jisung smiled, digging in. “Deal.”

---
Later that night, Jisung woke up with a start, clutching onto Minho's shirt hard.

Minho shot up immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” Jisung said, his voice tinged with discomfort. “Just a little crampy.”

Minho didn’t hesitate. “Stay here. I’ll get you some water and a heating pad.”

By the time Minho returned, Jisung was sitting up, looking a little pale. Minho placed the heating pad on Jisung’s belly and handed him the water.

“Better?” Minho asked, sitting beside him.

Jisung nodded, his eyes shining with gratitude. “Much better. Thank you.”

Minho leaned over, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s temple. “Anything for you.”

Jisung smiled, his fingers finding Minho’s. “You’re going to be the best dad.”

“And you’re already the best mom,” Minho replied softly.

Jisung blushed, but his heart swelled at Minho’s words. In that moment, he felt completely at ease, knowing they were in this together—every step of the way.

Chapter Text

Hyunjin was perched in Chan’s lap, his thighs snugly straddling Chan’s hips as their lips crashed together in a heated kiss. Chan’s hands rested on Hyunjin’s waist, his fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.

Hyunjin rolled his hips slightly, eliciting a quiet groan from Chan, who tightened his grip. “You’re in a mood tonight,” Chan murmured against Hyunjin’s lips, his tone teasing but breathless.

Hyunjin grinned, his fingers sliding into Chan’s hair to tug him closer. “And you’re complaining?”

“Never,” Chan replied, leaning up to capture his lips again.

As the kiss deepened, Chan’s hands moved higher, bunching up Hyunjin’s shirt until it rode up his chest. He broke the kiss briefly, tugging the fabric over Hyunjin’s head and tossing it aside. But as his gaze returned to Hyunjin, he froze.

“Hyun...” Chan’s voice trailed off, his eyes locked on Hyunjin’s chest. Specifically, on the small silver barbell gleaming on his left nipple.

Hyunjin smirked, leaning back slightly, his hands resting on Chan’s shoulders. “Surprise.”

Chan blinked, his hands still resting on Hyunjin’s bare waist. “What... When did you—”

“Last week,” Hyunjin cut him off, clearly enjoying Chan’s stunned expression.

“Last week?” Chan’s voice rose slightly. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Hyunjin shrugged, leaning forward so their faces were inches apart. “Figured it’d be more fun for you to find out like this.”

Chan’s eyes darted between Hyunjin’s face and the piercing. “Fun? Hyun, I—doesn’t it hurt?”

Hyunjin’s smirk softened into something more playful. “Not anymore. It’s healed enough for... other activities.”

Chan groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” Hyunjin teased, leaning down to nip at Chan’s jaw.

Chan’s hands slid up Hyunjin’s sides, his thumbs grazing over the piercing gently. Hyunjin hissed, but it wasn’t from pain—it was something else entirely.

“Does it... feel good?” Chan asked, his voice low, his thumb brushing over the barbell again.

Hyunjin shivered, his lips brushing against Chan’s ear. “Why don’t you find out?”

Chan’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on Hyunjin’s waist. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Hyunjin chuckled, his teeth grazing Chan’s earlobe. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Chan leaned forward, pulling Hyunjin closer until their bodies were flush against each other. His lips found Hyunjin’s again, this time moving with a newfound intensity, his hands exploring every inch of Hyunjin’s body with deliberate slowness.

Hyunjin melted into him, his fingers tangling in Chan’s hair as he pressed closer, their breaths mingling and the heat between them building.

The night was just beginning, and Chan was determined to explore every new facet of Hyunjin’s bold surprise.

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The red carpet glistened under the intense lights of countless cameras, the flashes creating a dazzling aura. The event was one of the most highly anticipated of the year, and Jisung’s attendance had been confirmed only a week prior, sparking widespread excitement.  

Now, as the sleek black car pulled up to the entrance, the murmurs of anticipation grew louder.  

Inside the car, Jisung smoothed his hands over his gown—a stunning custom piece designed to highlight his pregnancy glow. The dress was a soft, flowing cream-colored fabric that hugged his figure perfectly, its empire waistline accentuating his prominent baby bump. Beaded embellishments sparkled as they caught the light, making him look nothing short of ethereal.  

Beside him, Minho sat in a tailored black suit, his hand resting protectively on Jisung’s. He offered a small smile. “Ready?”  

Jisung took a deep breath, his free hand resting on his belly. “As I’ll ever be.”  

Minho nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to Jisung’s temple. “You’ve got this. And I’ll be right beside you.”  

The car door opened, and the cheers of the crowd grew deafening. Jisung stepped out with Minho’s help, the two of them immediately becoming the center of attention.  

---

The flashing cameras were blinding, the roar of voices calling Jisung’s name was deafening, and the red carpet stretched endlessly ahead like a sea of judgment. But none of that mattered because Jisung was glowing.

Reporters and fans alike gasped as they caught sight of Jisung. The cameras went wild, the sound of shutters nearly drowning out the exclamations of admiration.  

“He looks amazing!”  

“Is that Jisung? He’s glowing!”  

“That dress—it’s perfect!”

Beside him stood Minho, looking every bit as breathtaking with his freshly dyed silver hair. The cool metallic tone contrasted sharply against his warm skin and dark suit, giving him an almost ethereal, commanding presence. His hand rested protectively on the small of Jisung’s back, his confidence as striking as his appearance.  

"Jisung! Over here!”  

“Minho! Look this way!”  

“Congratulations on the baby!”  

Jisung smiled, exuding a confidence that belied the nerves fluttering in his stomach. He posed effortlessly, one hand resting on his bump while the other held Minho’s. Minho stayed close, his silver hair glinting under the lights as his sharp gaze scanned the crowd, as if daring anyone to make Jisung uncomfortable.

“Do you think it’s too much?” Jisung whispered out of the corner of his mouth, his smile never faltering.

Minho glanced at him, a soft smirk playing on his lips. “Not at all. You’re stunning. And if anything’s too much, it’s probably my hair.”

Jisung’s quiet laugh sparkled against the noise of the crowd. “I’d argue it’s the perfect amount of too much.”

As they made their way down the carpet, stopping for interviews along the way, Jisung’s charm shone through.

“How are you feeling, Jisung?” a reporter asked, holding out a microphone.

“Excited, nervous, a little tired,” Jisung admitted with a laugh, his hand absentmindedly caressing his belly. “But mostly, I’m just grateful to be here and to have so much support.”

“And how has the journey been so far?”

“It’s been... a learning experience,” Jisung said, glancing at Minho with a fond smile. “But I have an amazing partner by my side, so I feel incredibly lucky.”

The reporter turned to Minho, eyes briefly flickering to his striking hair. “Minho, your hair is... unexpected! What inspired the change?”

Minho’s lips quirked into a knowing grin. “Let’s just say I wanted to match Jisung’s radiance tonight. If he can glow like this, I can at least try.”

The crowd melted at the statement, and Jisung playfully nudged Minho’s side, though his cheeks flushed pink.

---

Inside the venue, Jisung found himself seated at a prime table near the stage. As the night went on, he received countless congratulations from peers and industry insiders. Some even came over to touch his belly—a gesture that made Minho bristle slightly, though he remained polite.

Jisung, ever gracious, handled the attention with ease, laughing and chatting as if the weight of the world wasn’t pressing on his shoulders. Minho, however, stayed close, his silver hair catching the ambient light as he watched over Jisung with quiet intensity.

By the time the event ended, Jisung was visibly tired, though his smile never wavered. As they exited the venue, the cameras were still flashing, but Minho kept a firm arm around him, guiding him toward their car.

“You did amazing,” Minho murmured once they were safely inside.

Jisung let out a breath, leaning back against the seat. “I think my feet might disagree.”

Minho chuckled, reaching down to unlace Jisung’s shoes. “Let me take care of you when we get home.”

Jisung sighed, closing his eyes. “You always do.”

And as the car pulled away from the chaos of the red carpet, Jisung let himself relax, knowing that, no matter what, Minho—with his bold hair, steady presence, and unwavering love—would always be there to guide him through it all.

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The drive home from the red carpet event was calm and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of flashing cameras and roaring crowds they had just escaped. Jisung leaned his head against the cool window, his heels kicked off, and his swollen feet propped up on Minho's lap.

“You were amazing tonight,” Minho said, massaging Jisung’s feet gently.

“You said that already,” Jisung replied with a tired smile, his eyes fluttering shut.

“And I’ll say it again,” Minho teased, his voice soft. “You deserved every bit of attention you got.”

Jisung let out a contented sigh, sinking further into his seat. “I’m just glad it’s over. I need about a week of sleep after that.”

Minho chuckled. “Deal. But first, let’s get you inside and comfortable.”

---

The quiet evening at home was exactly what Jisung needed. Wrapped in an oversized hoodie and nestled on the couch, he flipped through TV channels while Minho prepared tea in the kitchen.

“Chamomile, right?” Minho called.

“Yes, please,” Jisung replied, his voice muffled by the throw blanket he had wrapped around himself.

The peacefulness was short-lived.

Jisung shifted on the couch, feeling a strange discomfort in his lower abdomen. At first, he brushed it off as lingering exhaustion from the event. But then there was a sudden, warm gush.

He froze, his eyes widening as he looked down. The blanket and his pants were damp.

“Minho!” he called, his voice trembling.

Minho appeared instantly, holding two mugs of tea. “What’s wrong?”

“I... I think my water just broke,” Jisung stammered, his hands shaking slightly as he pointed to the evidence.

The mugs hit the counter with a loud clink as Minho abandoned them to rush to Jisung’s side.

“Are you sure?” Minho asked, though the growing wet patch was confirmation enough.

“What do you think?” Jisung snapped, his tone edged with panic.

“Okay, okay,” Minho said, holding his hands up in a calming gesture. “We’ve prepared for this. Breathe, Sungie. Let me grab the hospital bag.”

Jisung took a shaky breath, his heart pounding. This was happening. It was too soon—it wasn’t supposed to be for another three weeks.

Minho returned with the hospital bag slung over one shoulder, his phone in hand. “I’ve already called the hospital. They’re ready for us.”

Jisung nodded, his hands clutching Minho’s arm as he helped him stand.

The walk to the car felt like an eternity. Jisung winced with each step, the discomfort growing. Minho supported him the entire way, whispering reassurances that did little to calm the whirlwind of thoughts in Jisung’s mind.

“I’m scared,” Jisung admitted as Minho helped him into the passenger seat.

Minho crouched down, cupping Jisung’s face. “I know. But you’re strong, Jisung. And I’m right here with you. We’ve got this.”

Jisung swallowed hard, nodding as a tear slipped down his cheek.

Minho kissed his forehead before rushing to the driver’s seat.

The car sped toward the hospital, the city lights blurring past as Jisung clung to the armrest, his breathing uneven.

“Minho?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me...” Jisung’s voice cracked. “Promise me everything will be okay.”

Minho gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. “I promise, Sungie. I’ll make sure of it.”

---

The hours seemed to stretch endlessly as Jisung’s labor progressed. The room was filled with a mixture of hurried voices, the steady beeping of monitors, and Jisung’s strained breaths as he tried to work through the contractions that seemed to come faster and harder with each passing moment.

Minho stayed by his side, his hand never leaving Jisung’s. “You’re doing so well, Sungie,” he whispered, brushing damp strands of hair from Jisung’s forehead. His own heart was pounding, but he forced himself to remain calm for Jisung’s sake.

“Minho, it hurts,” Jisung groaned, squeezing his hand tightly as another contraction hit. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You can,” Minho said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside him. “You’re the strongest person I know. Just keep breathing, okay?”

Jisung nodded weakly, tears slipping down his cheeks. The pain was overwhelming, but Minho’s presence grounded him, giving him the strength to push through.

---

The doctor entered, her tone calm but authoritative. “You’re progressing well, Jisung. It won’t be much longer now. Are you ready to meet your baby?”

Jisung let out a shaky laugh, tears still streaming down his face. “Ready? I don’t even know anymore.”

Minho bent down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “You’re ready. And I’m right here with you.”

As the contractions grew closer together, the nurses and doctor guided Jisung through the process, their voices a mix of encouragement and instruction. Minho felt helpless watching Jisung struggle, his own heart breaking every time a cry of pain escaped his lips.

“Minho,” Jisung whimpered, turning his tear-streaked face toward him. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” Minho promised, gripping his hand even tighter. “I’ll never let go.”

---

The room became a blur of motion as the delivery reached its peak. Jisung’s cries of pain filled the air, mingling with the doctor’s calm instructions and Minho’s soothing words.

“Push, Jisung,” the doctor urged. “You’re so close.”

“I can’t,” Jisung sobbed, his body trembling with exhaustion.

“Yes, you can,” Minho said, his voice filled with unwavering determination. “Just one more push, baby. You’ve got this.”

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Jisung pushed, a raw, primal scream tearing from his throat. And then, suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of a baby’s first cry.

“It’s a boy!” the doctor announced, lifting the tiny, squirming bundle into the air.

Jisung collapsed back onto the bed, tears streaming down his face as relief and overwhelming emotion washed over him. Minho’s own eyes were glistening with tears as he kissed Jisung’s hand.

“You did it, Sungie,” Minho whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “You did it.”

---

A nurse placed the baby on Jisung’s chest, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to fade away. Jisung stared down at the tiny life he had brought into the world, his heart swelling with a love so profound it was almost unbearable.

“Hi,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Hi, baby.”

Minho leaned down, his arm wrapping around Jisung as they gazed at their son together. “He’s perfect,” Minho murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Just like his dad.”

Jisung let out a shaky laugh, his tears falling freely now. “We’re a family,” he whispered, looking up at Minho. “We’re really a family.”

“We are,” Minho said, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s forehead. “And I love you more than anything.”

As they sat there, their son nestled between them, the exhaustion and pain of the past hours melted away, replaced by a profound sense of love and gratitude. The journey hadn’t been easy, but in that moment, with their baby in their arms, it was all worth it.

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The hospital room was peaceful, with sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow on the small family inside. Jisung sat propped up on the bed, his cheeks still flushed with exhaustion but glowing with happiness. He cradled his newborn son in his arms, his gaze fixed on the tiny face. Minho sat beside him, one arm wrapped around Jisung’s shoulders, the other gently stroking the baby’s head.

“You think they’ll all cry?” Jisung asked softly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

“Hyunjin, definitely,” Minho replied with a smirk. “Chan will try to act cool and fail. Felix will probably bake the baby something, even though he can’t eat it.”

Jisung laughed, the sound light and free. “And Changbin will be all tough on the outside but melt the second he sees him.”

Minho chuckled, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s temple. “I give him two seconds.”

---

The first to arrive were Hyunjin and Chan, the former practically bouncing on his feet as they entered the room.

“Oh my God,” Hyunjin breathed, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the baby. “He’s so tiny.”

“Come in,” Jisung said with a laugh, motioning for them to sit.

Chan approached first, his movements careful. “How are you feeling, Jisung?”

“Tired,” Jisung admitted, “but happy.”

Minho handed the baby to Chan, who held him with the utmost care. “He’s beautiful,” Chan murmured, his voice soft with awe.

Hyunjin leaned over Chan’s shoulder, his hands clasped tightly together. “What’s his name?”

“Jiho,” Jisung said, a proud smile on his face.

“Jiho,” Hyunjin repeated, his eyes shimmering. “It’s perfect.” He sniffled, and Minho smirked.

“First tear,” Minho muttered.

“Shut up,” Hyunjin shot back, but he couldn’t stop the emotion that overflowed as he gently touched Jiho’s tiny hand.

---

Next came Changbin and Seungmin, with Jeongin trailing behind them. Seungmin entered slowly, his hand resting protectively on his heavily pregnant belly. He was due in a week, Changbin hovered beside him, his hand steadying Seungmin’s elbow.

“You okay?” Changbin whispered.

Seungmin nodded, though his steps were slow. “I’m fine. I wasn’t missing this for the world.”

As soon as Seungmin laid eyes on Jiho, his expression softened. “He’s beautiful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Changbin, meanwhile, was trying to maintain his composure. “Is that him?” Changbin asked, his voice quieter than usual.

“Yes, this is Jiho,” Jisung said, beaming.

Changbin hesitated for a moment before sitting down and reaching out. When Minho placed Jiho in his arms, the look on Changbin’s face was priceless—a mix of awe and absolute tenderness.

“He’s so... perfect,” Changbin murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“Called it,” Minho whispered to Jisung, who stifled a laugh.

Seungmin sat down carefully in the chair beside Changbin, one hand still cradling his belly. He leaned over to get a better look. “Congratulations, Jisung. He’s amazing.”

“Thanks, Min,” Jisung said, his heart full.

Jeongin Chan's cute and young directing assistant, hovered awkwardly at the edge of the room until Jisung waved him over. “Come on, Innie, don’t be shy.”

Jeongin approached cautiously, his eyes wide as he looked at Jiho. “He’s really small,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s how babies work,” Minho teased, ruffling Jeongin’s hair.

Jeongin shot him a glare but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face as he gently touched Jiho’s tiny foot.

---

Felix arrived last, carrying a tin of cookies. “I know he can’t eat them,” Felix said sheepishly, “but I figured you guys could use some snacks.”

“Perfect timing,” Minho said, grabbing one immediately.

Felix leaned over Jisung to see Jiho, his smile so wide it looked like it might split his face. “He’s perfect, Jisung,” Felix said, his voice soft.

“Thanks, Lix,” Jisung replied, tears welling in his eyes again.

Felix pulled Jisung into a careful hug, mindful of the baby. “You’re going to be an amazing dad,” he whispered.

---

As the evening wore on, the room filled with laughter, love, and the occasional happy tear. Jiho was passed around, each friend holding him with care and whispering their own promises of love and protection.

Seungmin spent most of the time sitting, his hands often drifting to his belly. Jisung noticed and smiled. “You’re going to be holding one of these soon,” he teased gently.

Seungmin laughed softly. “I know. I hope I’m ready.”

“You will be,” Jisung assured him. “And if you ever need advice, I’m just a call away.”

When the last of their visitors left, Jisung leaned back against Minho, his exhaustion catching up with him. “I think Jiho’s going to be the most loved baby in the world.”

“He already is,” Minho murmured, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s hair.

With Jiho sleeping soundly in his bassinet, Seungmin resting his aching feet, and Jisung nestled in Minho’s arms, the little family basked in the love that surrounded them. The night may have been long, but their hearts had never been fuller.

But Minho and Jisung knew the most important visitors were yet to come. Jisung’s mother and Minho’s parents had insisted on visiting as soon as they heard the news, their excitement almost palpable through the phone calls.

The soft knock on the hospital door made Jisung sit up straighter, his heart racing with anticipation. Minho opened the door to reveal their parents, their faces lit with joy and nervous energy.

“Where’s my grandson?” Jisung’s mom, Mrs. Han, asked immediately, brushing past Minho to find her son and the baby.

Jisung laughed, waving her over. “Right here, Mom.”

Mrs. Han gasped softly as she saw Jiho nestled in Jisung’s arms. “Oh, Jisung,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. “He’s perfect.”

She reached out, and Jisung carefully handed Jiho over. Mrs. Han cradled him like he was the most precious thing in the world, her hands trembling slightly.

“Hi, Jiho,” she cooed, her voice soft and melodic. “I’m your grandma. Oh, you are going to be so spoiled.”

---

Minho’s parents followed close behind, their smiles wide. Mrs. Lee, Minho’s mom, placed a hand on her chest as she looked at Jiho. “He’s beautiful,” she said, her voice filled with emotion.

“He looks just like Jisung,” Mr. Lee, Minho’s dad, added, leaning in for a closer look.

“Good thing,” Minho teased, earning an elbow from Jisung.

Mrs. Lee held Jiho next, her eyes welling up as she traced a finger gently along his tiny cheek. “I can’t believe my baby has a baby,” she said, looking at Minho with pride and a hint of disbelief.

“You did good, Minho,” Mr. Lee said, patting his son on the shoulder. “Both of you did.”

---

The room was soon filled with laughter and chatter as the grandparents took turns holding Jiho and doting on him. Mrs. Han took dozens of photos, and Mrs. Lee insisted on helping Jisung adjust his pillows.

“You need to rest, Jisung,” Mrs. Han fussed, her tone affectionate but firm. “You’ve been through so much.”

“I’m fine, Mom,” Jisung replied, though he didn’t protest when she tucked the blanket around him.

Minho sat beside him, watching with a soft smile. “He’s already so loved,” he murmured, just loud enough for Jisung to hear.

“He really is,” Jisung agreed, leaning into Minho’s side.

---

The visit wasn’t without its emotional moments. Mrs. Han had to step away for a moment, wiping her eyes as the reality of seeing her son as a parent hit her. Minho found her in the hallway, offering her a comforting hug.

“I’m just so proud of him,” she said, her voice thick with tears.

“We both are,” Minho said gently. “He’s been incredible through everything.”

---

By the time the grandparents left, promising to return soon with more gifts and food, Jisung was exhausted but content.

“They’re going to spoil him rotten,” Jisung said, smiling as he looked at Jiho, now asleep in the bassinet.

“That’s what grandparents are for,” Minho replied, wrapping an arm around Jisung. “But they’re right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re amazing,” Minho said, kissing Jisung’s temple.

Jisung blushed, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder. “We’re amazing.”

As they sat there, Jiho slept peacefully beside them, Jisung felt a warmth spread through his chest. Their little family was surrounded by love, and he knew they could handle anything that came their way.

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Minho wasn’t one for grand gestures, but this was different. Proposing to Jisung wasn’t just about them; it was about the life they’d built together and the family they’d created. He wanted it to be perfect, something Jisung would cherish forever.  

For weeks, he quietly planned, enlisting the help of their closest friends and family. He coordinated with Changbin to keep Jisung distracted, roped Seungmin into baking a celebratory cake, and even got Hyunjin to set up a photoshoot location—an outdoor garden decorated with fairy lights and soft floral arrangements.  

On the big day, Minho left home early, claiming he had errands to run. Meanwhile, Changbin showed up at Jisung’s place, insisting they spend the day together.  

“Why do I feel like you’re hiding something?” Jisung asked, narrowing his eyes as Changbin dragged him to brunch.  

“Hiding? Me? Never,” Changbin replied, a little too quickly.  

Despite his suspicion, Jisung went along with it, enjoying the rare chance to relax without Jiho around. Minho had arranged for his parents to babysit for the day, ensuring the evening would be just for them.  

---  

As sunset approached, Minho sent Jisung a text.  

Minho: "Be ready at 6. Changbin will bring you to me."  

Jisung stared at the message, his heart racing. Something was definitely up.  

When 6 o’clock rolled around, Changbin drove him to an unfamiliar location—a secluded garden softly glowing with string lights. The air was cool, the scent of fresh flowers surrounding them.  

“Go on,” Changbin said with a grin. “Your man’s waiting.”  

Jisung stepped out of the car, his breath catching as he took in the scene. Minho stood at the center of the garden, dressed sharply in a black suit, holding a bouquet of Jisung’s favorite flowers.  

“Minho,” Jisung whispered, walking toward him.  

Minho smiled, his heart pounding as Jisung approached. “Hey, love.”  

“What’s all this?” Jisung asked, glancing around, his voice tinged with awe.  

Minho took his hands, pulling him closer. “Just something I’ve been planning for a while.”  

Jisung blinked up at him, his expression softening. “Minho...”  

Taking a deep breath, Minho lowered himself onto one knee, pulling out a velvet box from his pocket.  

“Jisung,” Minho began, his voice steady but full of emotion, “I’ve loved you from the moment you barged into my life, all messy and chaotic, and made it better just by being you. You’ve given me so much—your love, your trust, and our beautiful son. I can’t imagine my life without you.”  

Jisung’s hands flew to his mouth, tears pooling in his eyes.  

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Minho continued, opening the box to reveal a delicate platinum ring. “Will you marry me?”  

For a moment, Jisung was too overwhelmed to speak. Then he nodded furiously, his tears spilling over. “Yes! Yes, Minho, I’ll marry you.”  

Minho slid the ring onto his finger, standing to pull Jisung into his arms. They held each other tightly, both laughing and crying as the reality of the moment sank in.  

From the shadows, their friends erupted into cheers. Hyunjin, Felix, Changbin, Seungmin, and even Chan had been hiding, capturing the moment on camera and ready to celebrate.  

“You knew about this?!” Jisung exclaimed, turning to face them.  

“Duh,” Changbin said with a grin. “Minho doesn’t do anything halfway.”  

The night ended with laughter, love, and the warmth of family and friends. Jisung couldn’t stop staring at the ring on his finger, his heart full as he leaned into Minho’s side.  

“You really are perfect,” Jisung whispered, looking up at him.  

Minho kissed his temple, a soft smile on his lips. “Only because I have you.”  

---

Jisung sat at the vanity table in their bedroom, gently rocking Jiho in his arms as he hummed softly to the baby. His engagement ring caught the light, sparkling like a little beacon of joy. Jiho cooed, reaching up to grab at his dad's nose, and Jisung laughed, his heart swelling.  

“Look at you, already stealing hearts,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the baby’s forehead.  

From behind him, Minho entered the room, his sleeves rolled up, tie loosened after a long call with Jisung's PR team. “You ready for this?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe with a small smile.  

Jisung turned to him, his expression a mix of excitement and nerves. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”  

The plan was in motion: a press conference to announce their engagement, the birth of Jiho, and Jisung’s slow return to the world of modelling. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it felt like the right time.  

---  

The event was held at a private venue, decorated with tasteful arrangements of white lilies and soft lighting. Only select members of the press were invited to ensure the atmosphere remained controlled and respectful.  

As Minho and Jisung stepped onto the stage, holding hands, the cameras flashed incessantly. Jiho, snug in a baby carrier on Jisung’s chest, blinked at the bright lights but stayed calm, his tiny fists clenching and unclenching.  

Jisung smiled nervously at the crowd, then leaned into the microphone. “Hi, everyone. First, thank you for being here today.”  

Minho gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, and Jisung continued.  

“I know the last few months have been... a bit of a mystery for many of you. There were so many rumors, so many questions, and I think it’s time to finally clear everything up.”  

He glanced at Minho, who nodded encouragingly.  

“As you’ve probably guessed by now, this is our son, Jiho.” Jisung’s smile softened as he gestured to the sleeping baby. “And yes, Minho and I are engaged. He proposed just a few weeks ago.”  

A murmur of excitement rippled through the room, and the cameras flashed again, capturing their radiant smiles and the tender way Jisung cradled Jiho.  

“I know some of you might wonder why we kept this private for so long,” Jisung said, his voice growing more serious. “The truth is, I was scared. I didn’t know how having a baby or getting engaged would affect my career, and I wasn’t ready to share such a personal part of my life with the world.”  

“But now,” he continued, “I’ve realized that hiding doesn’t help anyone. I’m proud of my family, and I want to celebrate this new chapter of my life with all of you.”  

Minho took the mic briefly, his voice calm and steady. “Jisung has worked incredibly hard to build the career he has, and while things may change, we want to assure you all that this isn’t the end for him. It’s just a new beginning.”  

---  

The response was overwhelmingly positive. Social media exploded with hashtags like #minsung and #WelcomeJiho, with fans flooding the internet with messages of love and support.  

Still, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Some critics questioned whether Jisung could balance his personal life with his career, and a few tabloids spun the story into something dramatic. But Jisung stayed focused, leaning on Minho and their close circle of friends for support.  

---  

A few weeks later, Jisung returned to his first photoshoot since giving birth. The studio was buzzing with activity, and Jisung felt the familiar thrill of being back in his element.  

The theme was understated elegance: soft pastels, flowing fabrics, and minimalistic accessories. Jisung stood before the camera, his body still bearing the gentle curves of motherhood, but he wore it with pride.  

“You’re glowing,” the photographer said, snapping shot after shot.  

Behind the scenes, Minho watched from the corner, holding Jiho, who was mesmerized by the studio lights. Jisung caught their eyes between shots, and Minho gave him a thumbs-up.  

After the shoot, the team gathered around to review the photos. Jisung’s heart swelled as he saw the final images—pictures that captured not just his beauty but the confidence and happiness that came from embracing his new life.  

“You’re back,” Minho whispered later as they packed up to leave.  

Jisung smiled, leaning into his fiancé. “I never really left.”  

---  

That evening, Jisung posted one of the photos from the shoot to his social media, accompanied by a heartfelt caption:  

"This year has brought so many changes—some unexpected, some scary, but all so worth it. Thank you to everyone who’s stood by me through it all. Here’s to new beginnings, and to embracing every part of the journey."

The comments flooded in, filled with love and encouragement.  

Minho scrolled through them as Jisung dozed off on the couch, Jiho nestled in his arms. With a soft smile, Minho leaned over to kiss Jisung’s temple.  

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.  

In that moment, Minho knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—as a family.

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The soft melody of a piano filled the air, blending seamlessly with the gentle rustle of waves crashing against the shore. The beach was adorned with white flowers and golden accents, the late afternoon sun casting everything in a warm glow.

Jisung stood in front of a mirror in a small beachfront villa, his hands trembling slightly as he smoothed down the delicate fabric of his dress. The ivory gown hugged his form beautifully, flowing out at the waist in soft, cascading layers of tulle. It was adorned with intricate lace details, shimmering subtly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Felix appeared behind him, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Sungie, you look like an angel. Minho’s going to lose it when he sees you.”

Jisung turned, his nerves melting slightly at Felix’s reassuring smile. “You think so? I feel like I’m about to trip on this thing and make a fool of myself.”

Felix laughed, crouching down to adjust the hem of Jisung’s dress. “You’ve got this. Besides, even if you trip, Minho will still look at you like you hung the moon.”

Taking a deep breath, Jisung nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

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Minho stood at the altar, his hands clasped in front of him as he stared out at the path leading to the beach. His charcoal-gray suit was perfectly tailored, his hair styled neatly but softened by the gentle ocean breeze. His typically stoic expression melted into something uncharacteristically tender as Jiho toddled down the aisle.

The little boy wore a miniature suit and carried a tiny pillow with their rings, though he seemed more interested in waving at everyone as he walked. Minho chuckled, bending down to scoop him up when he finally reached the front.

“Good job, champ,” Minho whispered, kissing Jiho’s chubby cheek before setting him down beside him.

As the piano shifted to a new melody, everyone turned toward the villa. Jisung appeared, his arm linked with Hyunjin’s, and the sight stole Minho’s breath.

Jisung’s smile was radiant, his cheeks flushed with nerves and excitement. The breeze played with the flowing layers of his gown, making him look ethereal. Hyunjin gave him a supportive squeeze, whispering something that made Jisung laugh softly.

When their eyes met, Minho’s heart swelled with so much love it felt like it might burst.

Jisung reached the altar, Hyunjin stepping aside with a knowing grin.

“You’re beautiful,” Minho whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

“So are you,” Jisung replied, his voice trembling slightly as he took Minho’s hands.

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The ceremony was intimate, filled with heartfelt vows that left not a single dry eye in the audience.

“I never imagined I’d find someone who could handle all of me,” Jisung said, his voice cracking slightly. “But you... you make me feel safe, loved, and seen. You’re my everything, Minho. I promise to love you through every high and every low, to stand by you always.”

Minho’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing over Jisung’s knuckles. “You’re my light, Jisung. The reason I smile, even when life gets hard. I promise to protect you, to cherish you, and to build a life with you that’s filled with love and laughter.”

As the officiant declared them married, Minho stepped forward and gently cupped Jisung’s face, kissing him deeply. Applause and cheers filled the air, but for the two of them, it felt like they were the only ones there.

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The reception was lively, with laughter and music blending harmoniously with the sound of the waves. Seungmin sat at a table with Changbin, their newborn cradled in his arms as they watched Jiho dance with Jeongin.

“This is perfect,” Seungmin said softly, leaning his head on Changbin’s shoulder.

“It will be our turn next,” Changbin replied, kissing Seungmin’s temple.

Nearby, Hyunjin and Chan shared quiet whispers, their eyes lingering on each other in a way that suggested their own unspoken plans.

Jisung and Minho shared their first dance under a canopy of fairy lights, the skirt of Jisung’s dress swaying gently with their movements. Minho held him close, their foreheads pressed together as they swayed to the music.

“I love you,” Jisung whispered, his eyes glistening.

“I love you more,” Minho replied, spinning him gently before pulling him back into his arms.

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As the night wound down, Jisung and Minho found themselves alone on the beach, the cool sand beneath their bare feet. Jisung’s gown trailed behind him as they walked, their hands entwined.

“Did you ever think we’d get here?” Jisung asked softly, leaning his head on Minho’s shoulder.

Minho pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I did. Because I never planned to let you go.”

Jisung smiled, his heart full. “Forever?”

“Forever,” Minho promised.

The sound of the ocean and their quiet laughter filled the air, marking the beginning of the rest of their lives together.

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The soft hum of the ocean waves filled the air as Jisung stepped onto the balcony of their beachside home, Jiho toddling unsteadily beside him. The little boy’s laughter was infectious as he clung to Jisung’s hand, his chubby legs wobbling with every step.

“Careful, Jiho,” Jisung said gently, guiding him to the railing.

Minho appeared a moment later, holding a tray with three mugs of warm tea and a sippy cup for Jiho. He set it down on the small table and wrapped his arms around Jisung’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Enjoying the view?” Minho murmured, his breath warm against Jisung’s ear.

Jisung leaned back into him, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Always. Especially with you here.”

Jiho tugged on Jisung’s pants, babbling excitedly as he pointed at the seagulls flying by. Minho chuckled and scooped him up, holding him high above his head.

“Look at you, Jiho. King of the world,” Minho said, making airplane noises as Jiho squealed with delight.

Jisung watched them with a tender gaze, his heart full. This was everything he had ever dreamed of—a loving family, a peaceful life, and a career he could still enjoy at his own pace.

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Later that evening, the three of them sat around the living room, Jiho asleep in Minho’s lap as they watched the sunset through the wide glass doors.

“Hard to believe how far we’ve come,” Jisung said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on Minho’s arm.

Minho looked down at him, his dark eyes filled with warmth. “We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we?”

Jisung nodded. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not a single moment.”

Minho smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Jisung’s face. “Neither would I.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound the gentle rhythm of Jiho’s breathing.

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The next morning, Jisung found himself standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his suit jacket. Today marked a significant moment—not just for him, but for their family. He was attending his first major event since returning to modeling, and it wasn’t just any event.

The gala was being held in his honor, celebrating his contributions to the industry and his inspiring journey as both a model and a parent.

“You look perfect,” Minho said from behind him, holding Jiho, who was dressed in a tiny suit of his own.

Jisung turned, his smile soft but confident. “Thanks to you.”

They arrived at the event to a flurry of camera flashes and cheers. The crowd roared as Jisung stepped onto the red carpet, Jiho in his arms and Minho by his side. The sight of the little family melted hearts, and the internet buzzed with admiration.

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During his acceptance speech later that night, Jisung stood on stage, the lights casting a warm glow around him.

“This award isn’t just for me,” he said, his voice steady but emotional. “It’s for my family. For Minho, who’s been my rock through everything, and for Jiho, who’s given my life a whole new meaning.”

The audience erupted into applause, and Jisung’s gaze found Minho and Jiho in the front row. Minho gave him a small, proud smile, while Jiho clapped his hands enthusiastically, even though he didn’t fully understand what was happening.

Jisung chuckled, tears pricking his eyes. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for allowing me to be myself and to share this journey with all of you.”

As the applause washed over him, Jisung felt a deep sense of peace. This was his life now—messy, beautiful, and completely his.

And it was only the beginning.