#junhui scenario

Jun lounges out on the couch like he’s posing for temptation itself; his eyes are half-lidded, and his delicious lips are curved with mischief. His legs are spread out in the typical man's way, and his wrist is draped casually over the backrest, but nothing about him feels casual. You’re on the floor between his knees, facing the TV, but you’re barely registering it between the alcohol and the man behind you. You can feel his intense stare burn down your spine, and when he says, “Truth or dare?” your mouth goes dry.

“Truth,” you say, already regretting it. Jun smirks, a slow curl of his lips that makes your stomach flutter and your pulse quickens. “What’s something you’ve imagined me doing to you... But you’ve never said out loud?”

Your skin flushes immediately, and your pulse quickens. You should lie. You should laugh it off. But you don’t. Instead, you look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes in the process. “I’ve imagined your mouth on me,” you say, quiet but certain. “Until I can’t think.”

There’s a pause, then, a small intake of breath from Jun. Then: “Get on the couch.”

You blink. “What?”

“Now.” His voice doesn’t rise like he’s yelling at you, but instead it lowers into something that’s deep, smooth and somewhat commanding. “Lie back on the couch, and let me make that fantasy real.”

You don’t hesitate this time, especially not with the way he’s looking at you. You crawl up onto the couch, lying back until you are settled deep into the cushions, your legs instinctively parting. Your breath catches when Jun immediately kneels between them, his hands sliding up your calves, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers higher. “Were you hoping I’d figure it out eventually?”

You don’t answer, but you don’t have to. The way your thighs clench and your hips shift says everything. Jun smiles again, that goddamn stupid smile that screams all sin, no mercy. He leans down and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, slow and firm, then another, and another, until he’s moving closer, but he’s never where you need him. You squirm, one hand desperately gripping at the couch, the other tangled in your own hair.

“Already impatient,” he says, his breath ghosting over your centre. “But I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

When his mouth finally closes around you, it’s devastating. His tongue licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your folds, and you jerk upwards with a gasp. He hums low in his throat, satisfied, and grips your thighs to keep you open.

He doesn’t rush. Jun eats you like he’s starving, but is in no hurry to be fed; each motion of his tongue and lips carefully placed, teasing you right on the edge of release. Your back arches as your hand reaches down, now clutching mindlessly at his hair, and he groans into you, the vibration making your thighs tremble.

“Jun—”

“Louder,” he murmurs, lips brushing your clit with a feather-light touch. “I told you, I want to hear you.”

You moan, helpless and raw, as his tongue circles again, but this time it’s firmer and faster. He slips a finger inside you, curling up perfectly, and then another, building a steady rhythm with a control that’s maddening. Your hips buck, your whole body straining toward something just out of reach. He doesn’t stop, not even when your legs start to shake, and not even when you cry out loudly,  your eyes squeezing shut.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against you, his smirk growing wider by the minute. “Let go for me.”

You fall apart on his tongue, hands gripping at his shoulders, and your head thrown back as pleasure crashes over you in waves. He works you through it, licking until you twitch from oversensitivity, until you’re gasping and limp, and well and truly melted into the cushions.

When he finally pulls back, his mouth is wet and his lips swollen, and his eyes are blown wide with lust.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he says, voice wrecked.

You reach for him immediately, dragging him up by the collar of his shirt, crashing your mouth into his. You taste yourself on his lips, it’s something salty, sweet, and utterly raw, and it only fuels the fire already raging in your gut.

His body is solid and lean against yours, as well as hot and heavy. You grind up into him, feeling just how hard he is through his jeans. You fumble dumbly with the button and the zipper of his jeans until he finally shucks them off, with his boxers following right behind.

“You always been this confident?” you whisper against his mouth. “With you?” He pushes your panties to the side, lining himself up with your soaked entrance. “Always.”

He thrusts into you in one deep stroke while you cry out, freshly manicured nails digging deeply into his shoulder blades. He hisses through his teeth, his head dropping to your neck as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, you feel…” He doesn’t finish, he just pulls himself out slowly and thrusts into you again, harder this time. The couch creaks sadly under the rhythm he sets, with deep, grinding strokes that make you see stars. Your thighs wrap around him, your heels pressing into his lower back to pull him closer and deeper.

His name tumbles from your lips again and again, and his grip on your waist tightens like he’s trying to ground himself.

“You feel so good,” he groans, voice breathless. “So fucking tight.”

Your hands roam mindlessly and desperately over his back and arms, and end up in his hair, almost clinging, anchoring, and most definitely memorising. His forehead presses to yours in an almost sweet action as he drives into you, sweat beginning to slick his skin.

“I want to see you when you cum,” he says through gritted teeth. “Don’t look away.”

You don’t. You can’t. He shifts himself and you until he’s tilting your hips just right, and suddenly every thrust hits that perfect spot. You gasp, your eyes wide and lips parted as the tension builds impossibly fast.

“Jun- God, please!”

“Let me feel it. Let me have all of it.”

The second orgasm hits harder than the first, your whole body arching and twitching wildly under him. You cry out his name, nails dragging down his back again as he keeps moving you through it, his orgasm impending. He’s desperate now, his hips stuttering. He groans your name as he follows you, thrusting one last time before he shudders, pulsing inside you, his forehead buried in your shoulder.

Silence falls over the two of you, minus your breathing, which is still quick and uneven, and the occasional creak of the couch as you shift. He doesn’t pull away from you immediately. He stays wrapped around you, still inside you, with his hand cradling your jaw, and his thumb brushing your cheek.

“That,” he says, voice hoarse, “was not part of the game.”

You laugh, breathless. “Then what was it?”

Jun kisses you, slow and sweet now. A different kind of heat, wrapped in a promise.

“No rules tonight.”

You're still catching your breath when Jun finally shifts off of you, only to pull you onto his chest a moment later. His skin is slightly damp, his heartbeat still pounding beneath your ear, but he’s smiling, and this smile is one that is smug and sweet in equal measure. You trace lazy circles on his toned stomach, still tangled together on the couch, and the air around you is heavy with heat and satisfaction. Your legs are sore, your body feels completely boneless. 

You should be done, but you’re not, and he feels it too. You feel it in the way his fingers start drifting again, they’re tracing down your back, over the curve of your ass, and brushing the inside of your thigh. His fingers are still light, as if he were testing the waters.

“Again?” you whisper against his collarbone.

Jun hums, signature smirk filling his face again. “Didn’t say I was finished with you.”

You look up and meet his gaze. There’s a flicker there, the hunger is returning, but this time it’s deeper, laced with something rougher. Without warning, he flips you over so you’re straddling his lap, your legs bracketing his hips. You gasp, hands landing on his chest.

“You’re not tired?” you ask, but the way his cock is already hardening again beneath you answers that question before he does. “I’m … inspired,” he says, dragging his hands up your thighs. “And pretty greedy.”

He leans in to kiss you, slow at first, then rougher, teeth catching your bottom lip as he pulls it into his mouth. You roll your hips experimentally, grinding down against him, and he groans into your mouth.

“You keep doing that,” he mutters, “and I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Jun grins and then grabs your hips and lifts you just enough to line himself up again. He slides himself in slowly this time, deeper somehow in this angle, and you moan, your head falling forward onto his shoulder.

“You’re still so wet for me,” he growls against your ear. “Still open and still fucking perfect.”

You move together, finding a rhythm that’s different from before; it’s much slower and deeper, far more intimate than mere minutes ago. His hands roam your body like he’s trying to memorise you all over again: the slope of your back, the curve of your waist, the way your breasts bounce when you grind your hips just right.

“Look at you,” he whispers, voice tight with restraint. “Riding me like you were made for it.”

You’re too far gone to be embarrassed. Your hands slide up into his hair again as you roll your hips again and again, chasing friction, chasing more. He thrusts up into you in tandem now, meeting you halfway each time, the slap of skin loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“Touch yourself,” he says suddenly, low and rough. “Let me see you fall apart.”

You don’t hesitate. One hand slips between your bodies, fingers circling your clit as you ride him, your body flushed and trembling. His eyes stay locked on yours, dark and intense, his lips parted in awe.

“You’re incredible,” he breathes. “Fucking unreal.”

You moan louder now, no longer holding back any sounds or care, the pressure mounting fast. He feels it, and lets his hands dig into your hips, his rhythm falters slightly as he feels you tighten around him.

“Come for me,” he commands, voice ragged. “Just like that.”

You were frustrated, you were conflicted, and you were also horny. Only this time, simply touching yourself won’t get you off. Your fingers didn’t satisfy you as it did anymore , you needed him this time, but there was something holding you back. You were conflicted, conflicted purely because he didn’t know if you were ready to step into this part of your relationship yet. You two just started dating a month ago and you always did your best to suppress your innermost desires, until now that is. You rolled over, looking at your boyfriend’s  sleeping figure. You scanned every part of him with loving eyes: an arm under his head, his picture perfect nose that you thought could be used as a seat, and a small pout on his lips. You couldn’t help admiring your boyfriend, you were whipped, but oh were you also so horny. Watching him sleep surely did not help whatsoever, your yearning only grew worse as time went on. After a few more moments of silence under the sheets, You heard a lightbulb flicker in the back of your head. 

You grabbed one of the ends of the blanket and slowly uncovered the both of you, carefully doing so as to not wake him up from his slumber. Seeing more of him you felt your whole body throb from yearning his touch, his hands on your hips and his cock inside you filling you up real nice. Your hand wandered around his body – caressing his cheek, tracing small circles on his Adam's apple, massaging his arms – and here you are now, with one of your legs wrapped around his torso, slowly grinding your hips against him. What was once a silent night inside your room soon turned into a room echoing soft grunts and moans from you. 

“Mmh…” you heard your boyfriend mutter under his breath but that couldn’t stop you anymore from chasing your high. “...sorry… ‘m so sorry Junnie” you whimper. As you kept going, you noticed the erection that was growing underneath your boyfriend’s sweatpants. You ran one of your hands from his leg up to his thigh and on his crotch, jerking your boyfriend’s covered cock. “Wait…” Jun whimpers, “...can’t cum like this” he added. Obliging to his request, you pulled down his sweatpants, presumably thinking that this is what he meant. Jun gasped as he felt his cock spring out from his sweatpants. For a few seconds you admired his pretty cock, its length that could hit your sweet spot with every thrust, a single vein running down from under the tip down to the base, and a pinkish tip that made you quiver in lust. 

You stood up and positioned yourself on top of him, now sitting down on his cock only with half of your weight down on him. Slowly, you started grinding on him again, only this time his bare cock was rubbing on your underwear, creating friction that Jun could not handle. His whimpers grew louder as you continued pleasuring himself on top of him. “I’m– if you keep going… ‘m going to cum”, Jun whined, his cries of pleasure did not get you to stop, instead, you were motivated to make your boyfriend feel the long awaited climax of his sex life. Whines and moans continued to come out of your boyfriend’s mouth as you kept grinding on his cock, you looked at him under you, his cheeks flushed red and tears welling up on his eyes. 

After a few more grunts and a grind of your hip, you feel your boyfriend’s cock underneath you twitch. Jun couldn’t even mutter a single word anymore as he felt his orgasm finally peak. You watch as his back arches and body trembles from the feeling of ecstasy you have gotten out of him. You soon feel your underwear get soaked from not only your juices but also your boyfriend’s. You look back at him again, seeing how his face was soaked with tears and a blush still evident on his cheeks.

You got up again and laid down next to your boyfriend who was still catching his breath. Suddenly feeling tired you yawned and faced your boyfriend again. Jun grabbed one of your hands and he finally spoke, “I… still need help” he said, rather timidly as you see his throbbing cock still hard. 

You knew the babies would be here soon, you just didn’t know how soon. Your due date came and went, and you were still uncomfortable with an alarmingly huge stomach that Minghao loved to cuddle and coo at – and Junhui when he thought both of you were asleep. You wanted to just have your babies in your arms, but you also knew what would come with that: a very sulky Jun.

Admittedly, you were worried about Junhui. Sure, he had fallen for Faye and Wonwoo’s daughter which kept him distracted, and when Bang Chan and his pack were in trouble, that helped keep his mind off of things too, but you knew things would go back to being bad when you gave birth to Minghao’s babies. Junhui would get jealous and be reminded that he wasn’t the first one to have kids with you, and you couldn’t handle dealing with that anymore. You felt awful for him, but there was nothing anybody could do.

“You look uncomfortable,” Jaehee frowned as you waddled slowly into the kitchen, one hand resting on your stomach while the other was on your side, slightly pressing into your sore back. “You should sit down; I can get you whatever you need.”

The pack was constantly looking out for you, and you more than appreciated it. With a tired huff, you sat down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table while Joshua’s mate got up to get you something to eat.

“Thank you, Jae,” you smiled softly.

“How do you feel?” she wondered.

“Uncomfortable,” you sighed, letting your head fall back and your eyes close. “On the bright side, Jun’s asleep and Minghao’s at school, so they can’t bicker with each other.”

“At least they’ve been better about, y’know...not hating each other,” she offered with a shrug.

“I know,” you sighed, “but I know it hurts Junhui, and it’s just stressful.”

“Don’t focus on stress,” Jaehee said sternly, turning to look at you. "Stress is bad and– well, you remember from Faye.”

The good thing about not being the first to have kids was that the pack already went through everything with Faye, Wonwoo, and little Sonny – and thankfully, everything went smoothly. But she also only had one child, and you were having twins.

Jaehee made you lunch and talked with you while you ate before helping you to the living room to sit down and relax. You stretched your feet out across the ottoman that she pushed over to you before she covered you with a fuzzy blanket and said she’d be in the kitchen studying if you needed anything. So with the TV remote beside you, and the soft sound of talking filling your ears, you dozed off on the couch.

-

You felt…wet. Not the kind of wet you were used to feeling before you were pregnant – both of your mates were terrified of doing anything like that because they didn’t want to hurt you or the babies – but a kind that felt like you not only soaked your clothes, but the couch and the blanket.

But because of Faye, you knew what this was.

“Jun!” you called, your voice slightly shaky. You felt like you were panicking, but you weren’t sure why you were panicking.

Instead, it was Jaehee who came rushing into the room, looking at you with eyebrows raised and mouth open to say something. Then she saw the wet stains on your clothes, and her brain seemed to shut down as she just stared.

“U-uh…” she stammered before yelling, “F-Faye!”

“Where’s Jun?” you asked.

“He left!” Jaehee told you, seeming to panic more than you – like, really panic.

Faye came walking down the stairs, harshly hushing the two of you. When she entered the room, she was carrying a sleeping Sonny in her arms.

“Can you not be so loud? I just got– Oh my god, _____…” she gasped when she took in what was going on with you, her scolding ceasing entirely. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

“How?” Jaehee asked through gasping breaths. “All the cars are gone, and Jun’s gone, a-and– And–”

Faye turned to the older girl, “Shh, it’s alright,” her voice was soft as she tried to console Jaehee, who was clearly about to lose it. “Just breathe, okay? _____ will be fine.”

“B-but what if we have to deliver the baby? There’s nobody here, and we don’t know if somebody can get here in time, and–”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it,” Faye promised, cutting off Jaehee’s babbling, “Just take Sonny upstairs and try to relax, okay? I’ll call somebody and make sure everything’s okay.”

Jaehee nodded, seeming to calm down a little now that she knew somebody else was going to be in charge of you. Faye handed the infant over to Joshua’s mate before the older girl took the baby back upstairs. Meanwhile, Faye went over to you, who was trying to breathe through your first contraction.

“Do I call Jun or Hao?” she asked, sitting beside you and placing a hand over your stomach.

“J-Jun’s probably closer,” you breathed.

As Faye took her phone out of her pocket, you heard the front door close before you heard Jun’s voice calling, “Closer for what? And what’s that smell?”

“That’s your mate going into labor, you big fucking moron!” Faye called back, standing up from the couch to meet Jun as he ran right into the living room, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Why would you leave her alone when she’s this pregnant?”

“She’s– So they’re– We–”

“Stop babbling and get her things,” Faye instructed. “I’ll call Jeonghan since he’s probably closer.”

For a moment, Jun just stood there, blinking and staring at you. Faye walked up to him and shoved at his shoulders.

“Don’t just stand there!” she barked. “Go!”

As Jun finally booked it down the hall and up the stairs, Faye started to call Jeonghan.

While Jun was upstairs to get your hospital bag, the reality of what was happening was staring to slowly sink in. You and Minghao would be parents together soon, and what did that make him? He still had nothing, and you and Minghao were going to be all over each other and the new babies.

Suddenly, he wasn’t as shocked over your water breaking anymore. Now, he was back to being upset.

-

Faye stayed home with Jaehee and Sonny while Jeonghan and Soonyoung drove you and Jun to the hospital. Soonyoung babbled excitedly with Jeonghan nagging him to shut up in between, and Junhui sat beside you in the backseat with his hand loosely wrapped around yours. Your mate was trying to give you soft words of encouragement, but you could tell he was still upset. It started to make you really question how things would be after all of this.

Faye had also contacted Joshua, Minghao, and Aya to let them know about what was happening just so they’d be prepared. Joshua promised he’d be on his way to the hospital to meet up with Aya’s mom and prepare for you.

When you got to the hospital, it didn’t take long to get you into a room. Joshua arrived before Minghao did, already in scrubs and with a smirk on his face.

“More babies to keep us up at night,” he said, his tone deadpan. “Can’t wait.”

“The girls have no problem sleeping through it,” Jeonghan pointed out. “Well, except Aya and Faye, obviously.”

But you didn’t even care about waking up at all hours of the day and night. You were just happy to have your little bundles of joy in your arms with you. You couldn’t wait, but you also felt a pang in your heart from your excitement. Your eyes drifted over to Junhui who was trying to hide his sulking as he sat in a chair pulled up beside your bed.

Minghao showed up fifteen minutes later, running and out of breath. He smiled as soon as he saw you, and it was the brightest, most hypnotizing smile. So hypnotizing, in fact, that you almost missed how Jun got up and swiftly left the room without a word. 

Almost.

Your smile fell as your eyes followed your other mate’s back until he was out of view. Minghao turned to see his brother walk away before he looked back at you with a sad smile.

“Don’t worry,” he told you softly as he walked over to take Jun’s seat. He took one of your hands in both of his large ones. “He’ll come around.”

“What if he never does?” you wondered worriedly. “What if he hates them?”

Minghao hushed you softly, letting go of your hand with one of his to smooth your hair back soothingly, “Don’t worry about that. You know he won’t hate them. He may be upset at first, but he’ll come around. Just focus on right now, okay? No stressing.”

You nodded, so Minghao smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

Slowly, more of the pack accumulated in the hospital -- including Jaehee, who left as soon as Wonwoo got home -- coming in to say hello and see how you were doing before going to wait either in the waiting room or in the cafeteria. Hours had gone by full of pain and labored breaths and Minghao reassuring you whenever you needed it. You were actually both surprised and touched that he never left you. Not when he was hungry, not when he was tired, and not when you squeezed his hand so hard that he was even hissing slightly in pain. 

Meanwhile, Junhui never came into the room. He wanted to because his instincts told him to be with his mate, but he didn’t want to see those babies that would look and smell like you and Minghao. He didn’t want any part of that, at least not yet. He stayed in the hospital, but he didn’t go in the room.

“You’re being a big baby,” Bomi said bluntly, making Junhui grimace even more.

“No,” Juri spoke up, placing a small hand over Jun’s, “we understand why you feel this way.”

“But,” Areum cut in, “you’re totally being a big baby.”

Jun just slid down further in his chair and mumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Guys, c’mon. Just cut him a break,” Jaehee said with a small shrug. “It’s not easy having to share a mate.”

Bomi opened her mouth to retort, but when she remembered who she was speaking to, she quickly snapped it shut. 

“I know I’d hate sharing,” Jeonghan mumbled, grouchy at the mere thought of having to let somebody else touch and love his mate like he did.

“I just can’t believe she’s having his babies,” Jun sulked, his eyes staying glued to the table they sat around in the cafeteria. “I imprinted first and I’m oldest; I should have kids first, right?”

“Well…technically, Wonwoo had kids first,” Bomi shrugged, trying to make light of the situation.

“Look, Jun,” Seungcheol began, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table, “we get that this is hard for you, but are you really going to resent these babies forever?”

“Not forever,” he said. “…Just until I get a baby...”

“Oh my god, you’re a child,” Eunmi groaned.

“I’ll show you a child…” Junhui grumbled, eyeing the shorter mate.

Eunmi raised her eyebrows, “No, but Minghao will.”

“Okay!” Juri cut in quickly, standing up and grabbing Eunmi’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “C’mon, let’s go get you some frozen yogurt, huh?”

As she walked away quickly, Jeonghan tried to tell Junhui not to listen to Eunmi’s comment because she was just trying to get to him.

He sighed and looked around at his friends still sitting at the table with him, “I don’t want to hate some infants, and I’m not saying I do or will. But I can’t control my instincts, so whatever happens, happens.”

“They’re still _____’s kids, though,” Areum cut in. “What would you do if you imprinted on her and she already had a kid from another relationship? Would you hate her kid then?”

“This is way different,” Jun insisted.

“These feelings won’t last forever,” Seungcheol promised. “Neither will the aggression. Or depression.”

“And you’ll get your turn to be a dad,” Jaehee told him with a smile. “Don’t worry about that. I bet as soon as _____ is healed, she’ll want you all over her.”

Junhui scoffed, rolling his eyes as he let himself wallow further in self-pity. He knew his friends wanted to help him, but he just wanted to be left alone – or to change the past, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

“Guys!” Mingyu called, running into the cafeteria. “Hey, you guys!”

Bomi groaned, hiding her face in her hands, “Can I pretend I don’t know him? People are staring.”

“Inside voice, Gyu,” Juri said as she walked back over to the table side-by-side with Eunmi who now had a cup of frozen yogurt in her hands.

“It’s _____,” he said as he stopped at the table. “She’s about to give birth; she wants Junhui up there.”

Jun stiffened in his chair, surprised at what he just heard. You wanted him there? Why?

He didn’t even bother turning to look at Mingyu as he mumbled, “She has Minghao.”

“She said she wants you, dude,” he insisted. “She’s in a lot of pain, and she’s really overwhelmed and scared.”

Junhui did his best to suppress the whimper wanting to sound out. Instead, he cleared his throat and asked, “Why can’t Minghao comfort her? I don’t want to see it.”

“I’m serious, Junhui. She’s crying for you. She needs both of you there.”

He cursed under his breath before he stood up from the chair and jogged out of the cafeteria, going straight for the stairs instead of the elevator. That was when he picked up the pace, reaching your floor in no time.

When he got close to your room, he realized Mingyu wasn’t lying. He could hear you whimpering to Minghao about how you wanted Jun and how you too scared to do this. He could hear Minghao trying to reassure you, but you ended up choking out a sob instead.

He opened the door to see you with tears streaming down your flushed face as Minghao held one of your hands with both of his own. Joshua and Dr. Moon were already there, prepared to help you deliver the twins, but only Joshua and Minghao looked up when the door opened.

“Look who it is, love,” Minghao said softly to you.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head to see Junhui staring at you with an unreadable expression. But you were still so relieved and happy that you reached out to him with your free hand and cried his name. He walked over to you without even thinking, as if there were a magnetic pull that just brought him to you. His hand found yours, holding it close to his chest.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, using his other hand to wipe tears from your face.

You shook your head, “I don’t think I can do this…”

Junhui chuckled and shook his head – he also wondered why you didn’t think of this about nine months ago, “What are you planning on doing? Keeping them in there?”

“I’m scared,” you confessed with a sniffle.

You were scared for a plethora of reasons, but anybody could guess them. Being a mom, the pain, the aftermath and dealing with Jun – the list went on. And your mates knew every single reason you were afraid.

“You can do this,” Junhui told you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Minghao and I will be by your side the whole time, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Of course I promise.”

“When have we ever left you when you were scared?” Minghao reminded you.

You were starting to feel a little better, up until Dr. Moon’s eyes flashed up to look at you, and she asked, “Ready or not, they’re coming.”

That sent cold fear straight through you.

Thanks to Junhui’s instincts, he was able to push aside his feelings to focus only on you. He needed to make sure you were okay and would be okay, so that was his main priority at the moment. It didn’t matter if he had to work together with Minghao, and it didn’t matter that he would be forced to see you and Minghao get all cozy together when you held your babies. All that mattered to him was you.

So, as you cried and grunted and yelled through the pain and the pushing, Junhui told you how well you were doing and how much he loved you. He sounded sincere and genuine, unlike his half-assed attempts in the car. He let you squeeze his hand while he just took it without flinching. And when he saw the first baby in the doctor’s arms after it came out, he didn’t suddenly freeze up or get a shot of anger course through him. He still focused on you.

Nothing could get his attention off of you. Not the second cry, not Dr. Moon and Joshua speaking. Not even Minghao as he kissed your forehead tenderly when you collapsed back into the bed. As he looked at you with your messy hair, sheen of sweat on your skin, and red face, all he could focus on was how much he loved you.

But that was quickly short-lived.

“We have the babies,” Joshua sang as he entered the room with Aya’s mother, each of them holding a baby. “Wanna see?”

Junhui still didn’t want to be there for it. He wanted to be anywhere but there. Just smelling two humans that were a mix of you and Minghao was a weird experience for him.

“I’m gonna…go…” Jun mumbled, letting go of your hand.

“Junhui, please stay,” Minghao begged, though you didn’t understand any of it. “They may be ours by genetics, but they’re still yours, too. They’ll still look up to you as a father, won’t they? You should still meet them.”

Jun paused while Minghao spoke, processing his words. But in the end, he carried on to the door, leaving you and Minghao with your new little family behind.

You frowned, looking up at Minghao, “What was that?”

“He just needs a little break,” Minghao explained, not wanting to make you upset – especially not now. “He’ll be back later. I promise.”

Dr. Moon walked up to you, holding a baby swaddled in a blanket with a pink hat on its head, “Congratulations on two baby girls.”

Your heart swelled with love and joy and every good feeling as she carefully put one of the babies in your arms. As soon as you held her, everything just felt right. You teared up as you looked down at her face, wondering how one little person could be so perfect.

Minghao thought the same about the baby Joshua handed over to him. She looked just like you, and it was even better because he just knew it was something you and him made together. He more than teared up when he held her. He cried as he let out soft laughs and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

“You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he cradled her closer.

“Have you picked out any names?” Joshua asked as he smiled at the scene before him.

You and Minghao had bounced around on names. You’d pick one, and then change your minds. But there was one that Minghao had been pretty dead set on for the last couple months. He thought it was pretty because it meant sunflower in his language.

“This one is Aili,” you announced, not looking away from her face.

“And, this one…” Minghao began, but he trailed off, a half-smile growing on his face as he looked away from the unnamed baby to you. “I think I have a great name for her.”

-

Jun sat just down the hall, his back up against the wall as he drowned out your talking with the hospital noises around him. So Minghao didn’t have to go far to find him.

Junhui looked up when he saw shoes standing beside him, only to see his brother smiling down at him.

“No offense, but I want to just be left alone right now,” Jun mumbled, looking back down at the floor.

“Stop being mopey and come with me,” Minghao said, ignoring Jun’s attitude – nothing could bring him down from how happy he felt, not even Junhui. “There’s somebody you really need to meet.”

“I told you, I don’t want to see your kids, okay?”

“Just trust me.”

Minghao held out a hand, offering to help Junhui up. Jun only glanced at him for a moment before sighing and pushing himself off the ground himself. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he trailed behind Minghao.

When Jun entered the room, he looked anywhere but at you or the two babies – one in your arms, and the other in Joshua’s. So as Jun went to go stand in the corner, he didn’t see Minghao take the baby from Josh’s arms and walk over to him with her.

“Hold your arms up,” Minghao told him.

“Stop, you know I–”

“Junhui, come on,” Minghao said, his voice firmer than the older boy expected.

With a permanent scowl, Jun held out his arms to take the baby girl from Minghao. As soon as she touched his arms, his whole body instantly felt warm. The feeling almost made him shiver – it was like the first time he ever got to touch you.

As if they had a mind of their own, Jun’s eyes wandered down to the little baby in his hands, and suddenly, that scowl wasn’t as permanent as he thought. All his anger, resentment, and sadness completely melted away as he looked down at the infant in his arms. If he weren’t holding a baby, he would’ve let his knees give out, but he was too scared he’d drop her.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were so afraid that Jun would absolutely hate the babies, so when you saw only fondness in his eyes, your own started to tear up.

Minghao smiled as he watched the frown on Jun’s face melt into a look of wonder.

“This,” Minghao began, “is Meihui, inspired by my immature but very loveable brother: Junhui.”

Jun’s eyes flashed up to Minghao’s, a look of pure surprise on his face as a smile slowly started to break through onto his face, “You named her after me?”

“Of course,” he shrugged as if the gesture was nothing, even though he knew it meant a lot to his brother.

Jun couldn’t help but smile widely, his teeth completely on display as he looked back down at Meihui in his arms. Even though she seemed to be sleeping, he thought he could stare at her for hours and not get bored. He was completely wrapped around her little finger already.

“But you are much better than I am,” Jun whispered to her before he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to her forehead. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Do you want to hold Aili?” you offered, your voice cracking just a bit.

Jun looked up at you immediately, laughing softly, “Baby, why are you crying?”

“Nothing,” you reassured him as Minghao took Meihui, and Jun walked over to take Aili from you, “don’t worry about it.”

Jun felt just as happy and fond as he held the other girl, cradling her to his chest as he studied her face with the same bright smile on his lips. You and Minghao just watched him with happy expression, glad that the old Jun was coming back to you.

“I can’t believe two things so perfect are actually half Hao,” he teased, looking up at his brother.

Minghao rolled his eyes, “Come on, you know they’re perfect because they’re half _____.”

“Ah, you’re right,” Jun nodded before he leaned over to kiss your temple.

You opened your mouth to tell them they were both being cheesy, but all that came out was a yelp. You started feeling contractions again, and they were just as bad as the previous ones. Your hands flew to your stomach as your face contorted in pain.

“What’s happening?” Junhui asked worriedly, looking between Joshua and Aya’s mom.

“It’s just all the…afterbirth stuff,” Joshua explained, waiving a hand away.

Dr. Moon sat back down on the stool in front of your bed, moving your legs to the side, “Ah, actually… I think that ultrasound might’ve been wrong.”

“Wrong?” you burst.

“Wrong?” Joshua repeated, walking over to see what she was talking about. “Oh my god…”

“What?” Minghao asked as your two mates also moved down to your lower half to see what was happening.

“Can you two stay up here?” you whined.

“Here’s the thing...” Joshua began as he looked at you with an odd expression that you couldn’t read, “with two or more babies, ultrasounds get very hard to read. Gender and numbers kind of become more like…an educated guess.”

As the pain only got worse, you asked through clenched teeth, “What does that mean?”

“Well, I can see a head, so…” Dr. Moon said as she put on a new pair of gloves. “You’re about to have triplets.”

You swore, you almost passed out right there.

Jun looked to Minghao accusingly, “Jesus, what did you do to her?”

“No, Jun,” Joshua shook his head. “Trust me when I say that I don’t sense any Minghao from this one.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you gripped the sides of your bed so hard that your knuckles were completely white, so you didn’t see the way Jun’s eyes widened.

“…What?” he asked just above a whisper.

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It’s a little disheartening. Just a little bit. You’re pretty much torn on how you feel about him anyway. For one, you’re used to the regular baristas here greeting you every time you come in. It doesn’t matter what time or day it is. But, how come Junhui doesn’t even glance up at you unless you’re talking to him directly? 

On the other hand, you also don’t know why you have so many high expectations for him. Do you fancy him? Or are you just attracted because he’s handsome? 

Nonetheless, you ignore your disappointment and continue going to the coffee shop like how you always do. What you feel doesn’t matter anyway. What matters at the moment is you getting through the semester without any failing marks so that you can get the stress free vacation you’ve been yearning for.

You can always go to the library, but a warm cup of coffee and a decadent slice of chocolate cake is too good to turn away from. 

“Hi Junhui,” you shyly greet as you stand on the counter with your wallet at hand. 

The coffee shop is quiet right now as it is almost nine in the evening. You haven’t been going during your usual late afternoon study session due to circumstances so you haven’t seen Junhui on his regular shift. But tonight, it seems like he took the night shift. This is the first time you’re seeing him after a while. 

“Hey.” Junhui smiles, his pen ready. “I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

That last sentence makes you blink in confusion. Huh? You look behind you and the rest of your surroundings to check if he’s really talking to you. When it’s just really you that he’s talking to, you silently point a finger to your chest, confirming if it’s really really you that he’s talking to. 

Junhui only laughs. “Yes, you. Now, what can I get for you?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “What have you done to the Junhui of this place? Who are you?”

“Y/N, are you going to order or not?”

You gasp in horror (dramatically). “Did you just say my name?”

Junhui rolls his eyes. “You know what, no free cookies for you tonight.”

“No!” You hold a hand out in surrender. “Okay, okay. One cafe latte please.”

That night was both amusing and bewildering. You have no idea where the sudden turn around came over Junhui, but you will take it. 

From then on, Junhui’s smile is a little different and you can see it in his eyes. He still rarely calls your name but when he does, it’s genuine. He still asks for what you’ll be ordering, but it doesn’t bother you anymore. 

“I think scrolling through every Instagram story is not a good idea if you really want to get at least an eighty on that essay.”

In this particular study session, Junhui has kept an eagle eye on you. He’s not taking any excuses from you when he clearly ordered you to not touch your phone in exchange for a free slice of cheesecake. 

You pout when Junhui picks up your mug, pouring the refill he promised when you reached three hundred words. “Can’t I take a break now and have the cake?”

Junhui gives you a “in your wish” look while planting his other hand on his hip. “Nope. Your goal is to finish tonight so all that’s left to do is to review and revise.” 

“Since when did you become so strict,” you grumble and return your attention back to your laptop. 

“Ever since I started giving you free pastries, that’s when,” he replies and takes the chair opposite your side. 

You scowl. “I can always pay. You’re the one that’s declining.”

“I’m not complaining,” Junhui says and picks up one of your notes. 

Junhui admitted later that it was hard for him to approach you differently from how he usually addresses every customer in the coffee shop. Not because he doesn’t like you. Of course not. It was difficult because just like you, he found you cute and even cuter whenever he hears you call his name or whenever he sees your happy smile as you tell him your order (even though he already knows). 

Junhui’s guess is you make him speechless and that he gets stuck with his regular programming as a cashier slash barista catering to the caffeine needs of everyone. As much as he wants to be your Junhui, he can’t help but be blown away by you, your face, voice, presence.

You.

However, when you started to visit the cafe late and during his off, he knew he needed to change and develop your awkward encounters into something else, something intimate and affectionate in the sincerest way possible. That’s how he ended up finally and excitedly calling your name. 

That’s also the beginning of the best relationship you could ever ask for.  

“Shouldn’t you be going back to work?” You ask, confused as to why he’s lounging around. 

“Sweetheart, my shift ended thirty minutes ago.”

Your eyes widen, immediately looking at the time. It’s way past ten and you’re still here. Way past closing hours. Way past Junhui’s shift. You can’t believe you lost track of time. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize and quickly gather your belongings. “I didn’t notice the time.”

“Hey, hey,” Junhui calls and holds your hand to stop. “It’s okay. Calm down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You pout and zip close your backpack. 

Junhui just gives you his signature grin and waves a hand. “I told you it’s fine.”

“Is that your excuse to keep me to yourself and stare at me all night?”

“daddy, are you not coming with us?” jeonghan jolts by the sudden tugging of his sweater from his side, looking over, forcing his eyes to meet with his daughter’s watery orbs.

he crouches down to one knee so he’s completely eye level, tucking in the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “not yet sweetheart. daddy’s gotta pick up a few things for the party.” he opens his arms wide for the tiny human to bury herself in a bear-like embrace. 

“stay by mommy’s side at all times, okay?” the little girl steps back to face her father, her hands gripping onto jeonghan’s index finger. “promise?” he continues to persist until she sniffles a series of nods. a small melancholy smile creeps onto jeonghan’s face as he wiggles himself out of her powerful grasp and cups her cheeks, creating small circles on her soft cheekbones with his thumbs. 

“good girl. i’ll be back before you notice i’m gone.” 

the walk there is shorter than jeonghan was expecting and it almost makes him sick to his stomach. he wants the anticipation to subside by the time he gets there, yet at this rate, he would arrive with nothing but the swell of guilt weighing down inside of him. 

the winter chill makes him shiver, hiding his balled fists in his pockets. the farther he walks, this once familiar street slowly turns into the abyss as the fog erases his footsteps along with the glimmery lights surrounding him. but jeonghan is only focused on the dark pathway ahead of him. weeks after hearing the news, and an additional few months of “recovery”, his imagination has conditioned him for far worser environments than some cold weather. 

the field of clean cut grass beside him is now closed off, barred by a wired fence painted white indicating he was getting close. it was a foolish thing really. this entire time, from the moment jeonghan left the house until now, he’s been trying to find the right words to say to you. what he would say to you if you were willing to hear him out. question he desperately wants answered. jeonghan lowers his head, scoffing under his breath knowing you probably would have. even though he knew himself that he didn’t deserve it. and neither did you. 

he comes to a pause at the entrance, reaching out to maneuver the chains that lock the gateway. taking a slow deep breath in, jeonghan looks up before entering the place of the dead, only to see that you already had company. 

the hint of discomfort causes jeonghan’s body to stiffen - the sight of an tall, unfamiliar man here with you triggering his fight or flight response, his instincts urging for the first rather than late. why would he be at a place like this? and on christmas no doubt.  

jeonghan takes his time walking towards you both, eyeing his physique up and down from afar. as he got closer, he examines the man’s notable facial features. the longer he stares, the more confused jeonghan gets causing him to crease his eyebrows. neither of you know him. jeonghan shakes the thought away- no, he doesn’t know him. maybe within the time you were away, the two might have met. jeonghan keeps his mind neutral, accepting all the possibilities. 

the mysterious man dressed down in this cold december, notices jeonghan walking this way before he could stop in his tracks to presenting himself in front of you. chuckling at the grimace look on jeonghan’s face. 

as respectful as he could possibly mutter, jeonghan opens his mouth to speak, “who-”

“so you must be yoon jeonghan,” he’s quick to cut him off, knowing exactly what might be running through his mind right now. he nods his head towards him, acknowledging the new, delighted presence that fills the air. “my name’s jun.” he watches as the imaginary fumes streaming from the top of jeonghan’s head start to dissipate. “a friend of hers back in america,” he lied, not that jeonghan would ever know anyways. “she talked a lot about you. it almost got annoying. 

just like how jeonghan did, jun studies him in his entirety. a smirk forming on his lips finding that he looked exactly how you described. as well as his own description: a good for nothing low life with faltering loyalty. jun scowls at the ring wrapped around jeonghan’s finger. “talk about that red string of fate, huh,” his words protrude the thick musk that wavers around them, finally breaking jeonghan’s walls. “don’t mind me though. i’m just here to pay my respects as a friend,”jun says, his words laced with sarcasm. 

jeonghan freezes in his spot, feeling only a tingling sensation in his fingers and toes as the flood of memories of the two of you replay in the back of his mind. the entirety of your childhood, including your teenage and what was there for your college years. until the dreaded day you decided to leave. “so, you knew?” he whispers more so for his curiosity rather than looking for an actual answer. 

and from the look on jeonghan’s face, jun could tell. “yeah,” he says just enough for jeonghan to hear. “i knew a lot.” he averts his eyes away from the soft hearted gaze that now appears on jeonghan’s face. 

jun may not have known you the same amount of time as jeonghan did. but the way you wore your heart on your sleeve despite being so vulnerable even after the fact, jun can pluck out things even jeonghan probably never noticed. how jeonghan could ever leave his soulmate for someone else, jun will never fathom at the thought. 

but jun knew your side of the story, how you felt watching your soulmate drew you guys apart. no, he wasn’t your friend per say, not in his official title anyway. when you were admitted into the hospital, jun was only there as a volunteer. he had a responsibility to look after all his assigned patients as comfort companions through their clinical care, including you. 

you were the hospital’s one exception. at the point of your critical condition, doctors truly didn’t know when the time would pass. knowing no one else in the states aside from your family, jun soon became your side by side as hospital bed buddies. and hated every moment of it. 

he hated the way you smiled so brightly for him every day despite how sick you were. but stare blankly at your food whenever it came to you and end up not eating. he hated how you easily created friendships with the nurses and other caretakers at hospital, including himself. but refused to take your medication. he hated how fondly you talked about love when you weren’t feeling it. he hated hearing the sniffles that came from your room every morning after he clocked in. he hated it so much that you still smiled saying your soulmate's name even though he was doing the same thing for someone else. in the end, jun was too late to tell you all that.

fate, being the sick bastard that it is, has jun meeting the one person he actually came to hate. and he’ll do one better. just like how jeonghan never got to know about your true feelings and conditions, jun will never tell him how much he truly cared for you. how he was entirely convinced he, a person who wasn’t even destined to have a soulmate, could fill the void that jeonghan had left. 

the longer jun stands there, the small pit of anger quietly begins to boil and that was his cue to leave. he avoids eye contact as he stirs away from the flowers he left you and tries to make his exits, stopping at his tracks when jeonghan speaks once again.

“then can i ask you something? your opinion as her friend. since you know,” he hiccups, the words coming out a beat too late. his voice also shaky, not knowing if it was due to the cold or the rise of his nerves. 

jun leans on one leg, stuffing his hands in the side pockets of his leathered coat. he almost says no. he wants to say no. “shoot,” sounding unbothered. 

“do you think she’d still want to be my soulmate in a different life?” 

jeonghan’s heart churns at his own question, as does jun’s. he could have asked any other question, but out of the hundreds he accumulated in the mile walk here, jeonghan figured this was the one that jun could at least give some thought. 

jun takes a sharp inhale in, his nails forming small crescent moons into his palm. with a heavy sigh, he turns back around and scoffs at the sight of jeonghan tearing up in front of you. and with gritted teeth, he responds.

“of course she would.”