#ryeoun

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Geum Seongjae

1. The Moment He Finds Out:

Silence. He just stares. Then his lip twitches.

The second you tell him you’re pregnant, Seongjae goes quiet for a few seconds. He looks unbothered on the outside, but you know a thousand things are racing through his head. In that moment, his whole “world” shifts.

“I knew no one else could ever give me something like this.”

He says it softly, but something breaks in his eyes — like the idea of ever letting you go has become completely impossible.

2. Possessiveness:

Obsession. Protection. Paranoia.

He’s not just protecting you anymore, but everything you’re carrying inside you. Even the tiniest bit of stress is enough reason for him to lock you in the house. If someone bumps into you by accident? Seongjae might beat them up in the middle of the street without a second thought.

“I better not see you cry again. I’m dead serious.”

Even the dark circles under your eyes feel like a personal insult to him.

3. Physical Obsession:

He’s obsessed with your belly. Every time he talks to you, his hand goes there like a reflex. At night, he lays his head against it and whispers things to the baby. He starts acting like a “family” way before the baby’s even born — but not in a normal way.

“There’s a piece of me inside you. That means you don’t get to leave. Ever.”

4. Jealousy & Going Insane:

Another guy checking you out while you’re pregnant? Your best friend trying to take you out of the house? It’s all a problem. At some point, he might even try to hide the fact that you’re pregnant altogether.

“Don’t wear that. There’s no reason to show your stomach like that. People don’t need to see. That’s mine.”

5. Random Kindness Spikes:

He’ll suddenly start talking about baby room ideas, sweet little dreams, out of nowhere. In those moments he seems normal, like a regular excited dad — but there’s always a breakdown bubbling underneath.

“If it’s a girl, you can name her. But if it’s a boy… I’ll decide.”

6. Before & After the Birth:

The closer it gets to your due date, the more controlling he becomes. He chooses the hospital, who’s allowed in the room, even the nurse that’s going to be with you.

“If anything goes wrong… someone’s paying for it. Got it?”

And after the birth? He isolates you, the baby, and himself like it’s a three-person world. He wants to build everything from zero — just you three.

“It’s only us now. Everyone else out there is dangerous. What else do I need to do to make you understand that?”

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Na Baekjin

1. When He Finds Out:

Silence. He masks his emotions, but his pupils shake. After you tell him, he holds your gaze — and stays exactly the same. Cold. Serious. Neither happy nor mad. Then he lowers his head a little.

“Is it mine?”

He trusts you. He does. But he still asks — not because he doubts you, but because he wants to believe so bad it physically hurts. And maybe… because he hates himself a little too much.

2. He Doesn’t Say “I Can’t Be a Dad,” but…

Responsibility? That’s not something he’s ever believed he deserved. He tells himself, “Someone like me can’t raise a child.” But he still parks outside your place every night, just watching. Making sure nothing happens.

“Don’t be alone. I’m behind you like a shadow — just act like I’m not there.”

3. His Way of Protecting You:

Silent. Brutal. Shadowed. Baekjin never publicly claims you. But anyone who threatens you? They start disappearing one by one. He’s given a silent order across the whole Union.

“If anyone even thinks about getting close to her — they better have their grave ready.”

4. How He Sees the Pregnancy:

It’s guilt mixed with obsession. When he sees your belly, his eyes freeze for a second. Because there’s a life inside you — his life — and he’s still struggling to believe something so pure could come from someone like him.

“If I were someone cleaner… maybe we could’ve really had this together.”

Still, his hands always go to your stomach. Every time he touches you, it’s careful. Gentle. Like he thinks you might break.

5. He Cuts You Off From the World:

The closer it gets to your due date, the more he isolates you. Friends? Family? Opinions? None of it matters to him.

“I don’t care what anyone says. If something happens to you… I’ll burn the f*cking world down.”

6. “Family” Becomes Real for the First Time:

Baekjin never had warmth growing up. Never had a real home. But now? Now the idea of building a house — not a place, but a feeling — with you and the baby is something he clings to in the dark. One night, he says without thinking:

“If someone had hugged me growing up… maybe I could’ve loved as good as you do.”

7. After the Baby’s Born:

He’s a wall. Cold, distant. But always there. He won’t hold the baby and coo over it, no. But he stands by the crib at night while you sleep, silently watching the tiny hand curled around his finger.

“Would it be okay… if I picked the name?”

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Ahn Suho

1. When He Finds Out:

Shocked. Eyes wide. “Wait, what? Are you serious?! We’re PREGNANT?!”

At first, it doesn’t compute. He asks you to repeat it like three times. Then his hands start shaking. He might even tear up.

“I’m… I’m gonna be a dad? For real?!”

His first reaction is pure joy — mixed with straight-up panic. He wants to pick you up and spin you around, but the moment you say “Stop, I’m nauseous!” he freezes and immediately puts you down.

2. Ridiculously Affectionate:

He flips into “mom mode” in two seconds. Tries cooking for you, watches YouTube videos on pregnancy massages, double-checks every corner of the house like “is this safe for her? for the baby?”

“No more junk food. Less salt. Sit down, feet up. This baby’s not stressing you out!”

3. Fighting His Own Demons:

Deep down, he thinks, “I didn’t have a good childhood… what if I mess this up too?”

But he never says it out loud. He just holds you at night and whispers to your belly:

“If I raise this baby with someone like you… maybe I won’t mess it up.”

4. Emotional Rollercoaster:

Your hormones? Yeah, his are worse. You cry, he cries. You snap, he sulks — but then brings you a fruit bowl with a pouty face. One time, you probably ended up ugly crying together while eating stuffed grape leaves.

5. Silent Jealousy:

If he sees you talking to another guy? His whole vibe shifts. He won’t say anything, but the pout, the slumped shoulders, the quiet little stares — they’re all there.

“Go out if you want, just… wear something warm. And text me. At every step. I just— I worry, okay?”

6. The Birth Itself:

Sweating. Shaking. Crying. Loving. If they let him in the room, he’s right there, holding your hand like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. If they don’t — he’s on his knees outside the door, praying like his whole soul’s in it.

“You’re both okay, right? Please… that’s all I need.”

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Yeon Si-eun

1. When He Finds Out:

His brain literally freezes for a second before it starts processing. When you say “I’m pregnant,” Si-eun just stares at you in silence. No yelling. No running. No hugs. His hands tremble a little.

“How long has it been? Are you okay? How many weeks?”

He hides his emotions — but every question screams, “I’m scared to death of losing you.”

2. Switches to Practical, Strategic Dad Mode:

Hospital? Booked. Doctor? Researched. Nutrition? Charted. Stress? Monitored.

“You’re not eating anything on this list. I’m serious.”

But also:

“But… if you’re craving something… I kinda snuck in a little chocolate. Please don’t be mad.”

3. He Suppresses Emotion, But Never Leaves You Alone:

He didn’t grow up with love, so he genuinely has no clue how to treat you or the baby. But one thing’s for sure: he’s not going anywhere.

He’s not the jealous type — but he is controlling. He won’t say “who did you hang out with?” but he’ll definitely check your phone later and mentally profile anyone who could hurt you.

“Don’t see anyone who might stress you out. Please. Not for me — for our child.”

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Kang Woo-young

1. When He Finds Out:

Silence. Eyes on the floor. Then suddenly, his breath catches. He doesn’t say a word at first — just stares blankly. But if you look closely, you’ll see he literally forgot how to breathe.

“…I’m gonna be a dad?”

His voice shakes, but he tries to play it off. His jaw clenches.

“Okay. I’ll… I’ll figure this out. Just give me a little time.”

And then he leaves — not because he doesn’t care, but because he never planned to build a family. It was always just you and him. But later that night, he comes back. Finds you asleep, puffy-eyed from crying. Slips into bed behind you, holds you tight, buries his face in your neck.

“Don’t ever think you’re alone. No matter what… I’m here.”

2. Shows Love Through Actions, Not Words:

He can’t cook soup, but he’ll leave water by your bed every night. He can’t write you poetry, but he’ll tie your shoelaces without a word. And the first time your belly starts to show, his eyes well up.

“God, this is so weird. But so beautiful.”

3. Protection Style:

Quiet But Deadly.

Someone bumped into you? Woo-young doesn’t say a word. But a few days later, you’ll hear that guy got beat half to death in some underground ring.

He promises no more fights — “for the baby.” But of course he still does it.

4. Obsessed With Your Belly — But Too Shy To Show It:

His eyes keep drifting to your stomach when he talks to you. But he’s too shy to touch it. One night, you place his hand there — and he literally forgets how to breathe. His fingers tremble.

“Did you really love me this much?”

That night, for the first time, he rests his head on your belly and whispers for hours:

“Don’t be like your mom. She’s too soft. This world’s harsh.”

5. Emotional Breakdowns: Silent Crying:

As your pregnancy progresses, every time he feels like he’s not doing enough, tears fall. But he hides in the bathroom so you won’t see.

“I have to be strong. For both of you.”

6. Day of the Birth:

Looks like he just stepped out of a street fight. Doesn’t yell at the doctors, but the fire in his eyes says enough.

7. Fatherhood:

He can’t stop the baby from crying. Can’t change a diaper right. But every single night, he stays up beside the crib. He lets you cry in his lap without saying a word.

“You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here. Always.”

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Oh Beom-seok

1. When He Finds Out:

Stares blankly. He thinks you’re joking at first.

“Wait… are you serious? From me? Like, really…?”

Then his voice breaks. His eyes fill up, but he tries not to cry. Honestly? His world crashes down. Because his dad… well, you know. And it’s not about what’ll happen to him — it’s the fear of something happening to you or the baby.

“I’m gonna… be a dad?”

His voice cracks saying it. Because his father made sure the word “dad” left a scar on his soul.

2. Wants To Run — But Can’t:

In his head: “I’m someone who doesn’t know love, who grew up on violence, who shuts everyone out. What do I have to do with someone like you?”

But leaving you would be death to him. So instead, he goes quiet. Closes in on himself.

“I don’t want to hurt you… so I might keep my distance for a while. But I won’t leave. I promise.”

3. Blames Himself Deeply:

Lays in bed staring at the ceiling every night.

“What if I turn out like him? What if I am him?”

4. Hyper Emotional, Super Fragile:

Every time you’re tired, he blames himself. Don’t feel like eating? He tears up, thinking he messed something up.

“I can’t stand seeing you upset. I’ve already been so awful… don’t turn into me.”

To him, your pregnant body feels sacred. Sometimes he can’t even touch you.

“You’re carrying something inside you now. I don’t even wanna accidentally hurt you. I’m scared.”

6. The Birth:

He breaks. Shaking. Sitting in some hospital hallway, hands covering his face, sobbing like the world’s ending.

“Please… God, please don’t take her from me.”

7. Fatherhood:

Slow, but deeply tender. Doesn’t know how to hold a baby. But watches over yours every second of the night. Talks to the baby while you sleep.

And one day, watching the two of you together — he smiles. For the first time. A real, slow, genuine smile.

“I thought I had no place in this world. But… you gave me a room in it.”

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Go Hyun-tak

1. When He Finds Out:

This man goes feral. In a good way. Just stands there with this shocked, joy-filled smile, completely speechless. Then suddenly:

“Wait WHAT? OUR baby? PROJECT LEBRON JAMES BEGINS!”

2. Protective Soft Side Comes Out:

He shows up for every single doctor’s appointment. Tries to learn everything he can. At home, he leaves little surprises — hot soup, a fruit plate, a stack of pillows. But he does it shyly, almost embarrassed.

“You feeling okay matters more to me than anything.”

3. His Excitement Is Contagious:

Shopping for the baby? He treats it like a mission. Toys, clothes, the perfect paint color for the nursery — he’s got opinions.

“Our baby’s gonna sleep in the nicest room on the block, alright?”

4. Tiny Panic Attacks — But He Bounces Back:

He sometimes spirals like “what if we’re not ready?” But then breathes in, looks at you, and says:

“We’re in this together. No matter what. We’ve got this.”

5. Jealousy Is Soft & Silly:

Sees you chatting with another guy? Pouts a little. Then immediately smiles again.

“Sorry… I just. You’re kinda my whole world.”

6. Birth Time = Full Support Mode:

He’s right beside you, holding your hand, hyping you up with every push.

“You’re strong. I’m right here.”

When the baby cries for the first time, he’s standing right there, trying to feed it with trembling hands.

“Look at our tiny Lebron James.”

7. Dives Into Dad Life Fast:

He’s hungry to learn. Wakes up for every night feeding, writes down every little milestone.

“We’re building something new. You, me, and our baby. It’s gonna be amazing.”

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Park Humin (Baku)

1. When He Finds Out:

He screams. For real. Like he just scored the game-winning goal in the final second. Pure, goofy, chaotic happiness.

2. A Little Insecure:

His relationship with his dad? Yeah. Complicated as hell. He’s terrified of telling him, and even more scared he might turn into him. Just like Beom-seok, he fears becoming a bad father.

3. Quiet, Emotional Protection:

With you? He’s tough. Out in public? He smiles and holds your hand like you’re fragile glass.

“No one’s touching you. Baku’s right here.”

But when he’s alone, his chest aches with the memories of his dad.

4. Tiny Surprises & Care:

You’re tired? He sets up cute little things around the house. Brings your favorite dessert. Buys fresh chicken from your favorite spot.

“I know this isn’t easy… but we’ve got this. Together.”

5. Jealousy & Trust:

Sees you talking to other guys? His eyes tear up — but he never says a word. Keeps it buried.

“Just… understand me, okay? I just wanna protect you.”

6. During Birth:

Nervous as hell but stands strong. His palms sweat like crazy, but he holds your hand the whole time.

“You’re gonna be okay. You and the baby — you’re both okay.”

7. Fatherhood:

Soft. Steady. Scared. But loving. He’s clumsy at first, scared to touch the baby. But he never leaves your side. Stands by the crib every night.

you and baku had been dating for a while now, and honestly, the two of you were impossible. anyone who spent even five minutes around you could tell it was the first relationship for both of you.

you got stupidly giddy over matching outfits. baku even bought you matching phone cases without a hint of embarrassment. you wore baku’s jersey with his number to every match like the proudest, most lovestruck fan. and the two of you insisted on feeding each other at lunch to the absolute horror of everyone watching.

and when you and baku finally had your first kiss? he spent the next month talking gotak’s ear off about it, replaying every second until gotak crashed out, saying that if he’s gonna hear one more word about that kiss, he’s gonna make sure baku has no mouth to kiss with ever again in the first place. (so dramatic lol)

yeah… you both were idiots in love. inexperienced, clueless, and so ridiculously down bad for each other, so much it almost hurt to look at.

but with all that inexperienceness came also this… awkward energy between you and baku.

you two were, in general, pretty comfortable around each other. for example, you walked around his room barefoot like you lived there your whole life, he didn’t even think twice before burping in front of you, you’d ask him to buy you sanitary products when you got bad period cramps, and such. all of this was silly but at the same time it created these strangely intimate moments that you wouldn’t share with anyone else, besides each other.

however, there still was this unsure lingering feeling between you despite all of that — this constant quiet question mark. was it okay for him to rest his hand on your thigh under the table? was it okay for you to kiss him when he was getting sleepy? could you let your hands wander over his abs without crossing some invisible line? would you get mad at him if his eyes dipped to your chest for a second longer than they should?

you two wanted each other, really badly. that much was obvious. but neither of you were sure how to… approach any of it. how to talk about it without instantly combusting from sheer embarrassment. how to be bold when your hearts were beating loud enough for the whole world to hear.

so you danced around it. shy, flustered, aching. simply hoping the other would make the first move.

and well, tonight was the night that baku decided to man up. or well, decided was a strong word. it was more like… he just couldn’t resist his own impulses anymore.

it was a hot summer night, the kind where the air sticks to your skin and everything feels a little too overwhelming.

baku’s dad had his own plans that evening, leaving you and baku alone in his room. you two were “watching” some movie on his laptop, sitting shoulder to shoulder on his bed, the glow of the screen brushing over your faces. but neither of you were actually concentrating on the plot of the movie, not even a little bit.

your eyes kept drifting to baku’s hands. those strong, muscular hands, veins running up his forearms, looking unfairly good in the short-sleeved t-shirt he had thrown on.

and baku… well, he kept trying really, really hard not to stare at the soft, exposed skin of your thighs peeking out from your shorts, but he failed miserably.

you were both getting warmer by each minute. the air felt heavy, charged with something unspoken. every tiny movement — the brush of your knee against his, the shift of his arm beside you — sent sparks shooting up both your spines.

tonight, something had to change.

and baku knew it.

his heart was pounding so loud, he was pretty sure you could hear it. and well, you weren’t any better yourself to be fair.

baku gulped loudly, mentally preparing himself for what he needed to say, no, what his whole body was basically begging him to say at this point.

“um… y/n? can we pause the movie for a minute?” he asked, smiling awkwardly.

you nodded immediately, your cheeks already warm. you wanted to blame it on the heat, but deep down you knew it wasn’t the weather at all — it was because your own fantasies about humin had been spiraling the moment you stepped foot inside his room tonight.

baku leaned forward to pause the movie, staying hunched over his laptop for a second, taking one long steadying breath before turning back to you.

“i don’t really know how to say this without sounding… weird. or like a perv, but—” he didn’t get to finish his sentence, as you placed your trembling hand over his. “i— i know what you’re thinking,” you whispered, your voice shaking “i… feel it too, humin.”

baku went red instantly. there was a beat of silence until… “okay, so… now that we both know we’re horny, what do we do—”

“lord, humin, don’t say it like that!” you yelped, throwing your hands over your face in pure mortification. baku burst into loud laughter immediately, gently pulling your hands away so he could see your expression.

“i’m sorry! but i’m nervous too!” he insisted, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. “you make my body feel all weird and excited and i wanna make you feel good too but i… i don’t know how, you know? and neither gotak, sieun, or juntae have any game with the ladies, so i can’t exactly ask any of them for advice.” he let out a breath, shoulders sagging in shy frustration. “i just… i don’t wanna mess this up with you.”

you let out a tiny breath you didn’t even realize you were holding and shuffled a little closer to him until your knees brushed his.

“you’re really sweet, you know?” you mumbled, eyes flicking to your hands tangled with his “i don’t wanna mess this up with you either, humin…”

your fingers slipped between his a bit tighter — a quiet i want this too. he squeezed back instantly, like he’d been waiting for any excuse to touch you at the moment.

“let’s just… take it slow, okay?” you said, your voice going soft at the edges. “i mean, we don’t have to go all in tonight. it’s not like this is the last time we’re gonna—” you cut yourself off, cheeks heating up. “y’know…”

that made him giggle, this breathy nervous sound that somehow made your stomach flip even more. “i’m really a lucky guy, huh? having a pretty girl in my room admitting to wanting to sleep with me multiple times.”

you nudged him with your shoulder, trying (and failing) to look annoyed. “shut up… i’m trying to be serious.”

you hesitated, then leaned even closer, your voice dropping without you meaning it to.

“i just meant… we can start slow. like… just touching. figuring each other out.” the last words came out barely audible. “exploring.”

baku’s breath hitched and he looked at you like you’d just knocked the air out of him. “yeah,” he whispered, nodding a little too fast. “okay. yeah. i… i want that. i want you.”

you nodded at his words, heart thumping, and leaned in to kiss him first. baku practically melted the second your lips touched, like every ounce of tension he’d been carrying just slipped right out of him. his hands slid away from yours so they could settle at your waist, warm and hesitant, while your fingers came up to hold his face and pull him deeper into the kiss.

it didn’t take long before it stopped being a simple kiss and became… well, more. slow and messy, breathy little noises slipping out when either of you got brave enough to move your mouth a bit differently. the whole room felt too warm, too quiet except for those soft, desperate sounds that neither of you could control.

when baku finally pulled back, both of you were breathing like you’d just ran a marathon. his cheeks were flushed, lips a little swollen, eyes glued to yours before flicking down for a split second.

“it… it feels really tight…” he whispered, voice cracking at the end. he swallowed hard, embarrassed, and gave the smallest nudge of his head towards his shorts, like he couldn’t bring himself to say anything more than that.

you let out a shaky breath, your eyes flicking down before you could stop yourself — and yeah, the sight definitely did not help with the warm, aching pressure building between your own thighs. your face felt hotter than before, if that was even possible.

“o-okay… let’s… let’s try this.” you whispered, barely being able to hear your own voice over your heartbeat.

baku froze when you shifted closer, his hands flying to your hips automatically like he needed to steady you — or himself. he wasn’t sure. and then, with this hesitant little swallow, you moved to straddle him, settling over his lap clumsily, nervously, like you were both learning how to breathe for the first time.

his eyes widened, pupils blown, mouth parted like he couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. his fingers tightened just a little, careful, scared to push too far, but unable to hide how badly he wanted you to do something about the ache in his pants.

“y-y/n…” he whispered, voice cracking “this is… i’m gonna lose my mind.”

you felt your own breath stutter, leaning in so your forehead touched his, both of you shaking.

the moment you felt him poke you underneath, you let out a small strangled moan — which was already more than enough to send baku over the moon.

you took a few breaths, as you gathered courage to continue and then you wrapped your hands around his neck. slowly, you started grinding yourself against his clothed cock, chasing pleasure for the both of you.

baku tried really hard to sustain his own moans, but it was all pointless — at the end of the day baku was known to be quiet the talker.

“y-y/n this… this feels so good—“ he’d whisper, as he threw his head back and let his hands wander a little lower to rest on your ass, giving your cheeks a light squeeze.

you leaned into him even more, your chest pressed tight against his own, as you tried to speed up a little, your mind clouded by pleasure.

for so long you dreamed about being this close to humin, the amount of times you tried to get rid of that heat between your legs by using your own pathetic hands in the dim lighting of your room, when all you truly needed was this — humin’s hard cock against you, his grunts in your ear, and his hands touching you wherever he pleased.

and humin? he was in heaven. he swore to god he had never felt so good, and the fact that this wasn’t even the whole package of what sexual life offers, already made him feel overwhelmed.

through his half-lidded eyes he’d glance down at the mess you were creating while endlessly grinding yourself against his body and he let out the deepest groan known to mankind at the sight in front of him — your cute shorts soaked wet, right where his hard on was resting against you, shaking as you kept chasing your high.

the moment humin pulled his head back up, he used one of his hands to push your head closer to him, kissing you passionately, teeth clashing together, his tongue basically vacuuming your whole mouth, which made you let out even more moans, that he found to be his favorite sound in the world from now on.

“h-humin i’m so close…” you’d breath out desperately against his lips, as you yanked your shirt over your head, feeling too hot, leaving you just in your bra. everything was too much for you at the moment.

and baku couldn’t complain at the sight — beautiful girl with swollen lips from his kisses, flushed cheeks, pussy wet against his leaking cock, now just in her bra? he was praying this wasn’t one of his wet dreams at the moment, as he took in your whole appearance.

“c’mon pretty girl, please… let yourself go. i-i can’t get enough of you…” he’d whisper, as he’d try to grind against you himself, which would make you let out another loud moan, as you picked up your pace.

it didn’t take you even five minutes when you fell apart on humin’s lap, his hands steadying you once more by your hips, as you completely laid down on his chest, breathing hard, your orgasm completely washing over you.

baku rutted against you pathetically few more times till he felt his own release approaching. “oh fuck…” he’d grunt out, as he held you tight in his arms and let himself finally relax as well, the tension of arousal leaving his body.

the cum stain wasn’t huge just on your shorts now, but on baku’s too — which he felt rather proud of. he was about to say that he’d never wash them again, meaning to sound sentimental at first, but upon realizing how gross it’d actually sound, he changed his mind, letting the silence settle between the two of you.

as baku held you against him, steadying you while you came down from your high, he looked down at you with this stupidly sweet smile.

“you good, sweets? need water? anything?” he murmured, fingers slipping into your hair and gently combing through it like he couldn’t help himself.

you barely managed to lift your head, still dazed and warm and kind of floating, before you shook it lightly and tried to curl even closer into him.

“no… just want you close…”

“your wish is my command.” he laughed quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline.

you let out a tiny breath, cheek smooshed against his chest “i didn’t even know stuff like this could feel that intense… it was unreal…”

baku’s cheeks went warm as that dreamy, lovestruck look took over his face again. “oh yeah, tell me about it…” he muttered, honestly just as overwhelmed as you.

fin.

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