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₊˚ෆ Home - s.mg

♡ sypnosis: i love you. these three treacherous words proved to bite you in the ass every time you let them slip in past relationships. in turn, you were cautious about uttering them. however, there’s something about seeing your boyfriend mingi’s sideprofile, something in his smile as he mindlessly games on his pc, and there’s definitely something in his tone when he cracks a joke to his friends through the mic on his headset. the feeling in your chest tells you everything you need to know; so how do you tell song mingi that you love him?

♡ genre: teeth-rotting fluff, slightly suggestive?, established relationship, fem!reader

♡ 3.8k word count

♡ warnings: slightly suggestive mayhaps, insecure mingi, jealousy, pet names, slight misunderstanding

♡ nano note: i’m sick and tired of song mingi. he’s so ughhhhh 😫 iykyk. my delusion is at an all time high here! i saw that he was in the lead for most of my fic poll, so surprise!! please enjoy this mingi fic as well!! tysm for your support loves, muah! 💋

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You gazed at your boyfriend as you leisurely hung onto the side of his gaming chair from the stool that you sat on right beside him. It was another lazy day at your two’s shared apartment.

Mingi had been on his game from the moment he woke up. As soon as you had awoken not long after him, you saw him perched onto his gaming chair, trying to be as quiet as possible whilst playing his battle royale games; his friends yelling eagerly through his headset.

By this time, hours had gone by comfortably with you scooting a stool over to sit near him when you decided to get out of bed. After a smile your way and a shy kiss to your forehead, Mingi’s attention was basically glued to his PC.

Occasionally, you’d scroll on your phone for a bit, or get up to grab something to munch and sip on. But now you were getting tired.

Not in a restless way, but more in a needy way.

It seems like even when you were with Mingi, his soft mannerisms and bright laughs would send you into a euphoric feeling. Love songs weren’t kidding when they said, “I miss you even when you’re here.”

Sometimes Mingi got a little carried away and would game for hours. You learned to get used to this though, as his job was very physically demanding and exhausting. So why couldn’t he play his games for a few hours? Well usually you were used to it. But not today. Still, you tried not to let it get to you.

Yes, you were needy and craving attention from your boyfriend, but there was something about watching him do something he enjoyed that made you happy too. In the end that happiness overpowered your needs.

So you stared. What, at first, was an irritated stare, became soft over time as you took in his features and expressions. His concentrated gaze and the way his brows furrowed as he fidgeted with his keyboard was attractive. Yes, he was your boyfriend already, but you didn’t care if you were checking him out like the first time you saw him. So you let yourself be greedy.

You watched as he bit down on his bottom lip in frustration, or how his eyebrows raised in excitement. How he yelled through his headset to one of his friends named Yunho who was currently his teammate.

“Yah! People are here! I need backup!” He squealed in his annoyingly cute thick pitched voice.

You were starting to realize you really adored him.

Like really adored him—maybe a bit too much.

A burning sensation made its way onto your cheeks as a giggle slipped through your lips. He didn’t take notice of this. You took your phone out as a smile made its way onto your face. You sneakily decided you were going to take pictures of him because this moment made you feel some type of way and had to be saved.

You snapped a few pictures of his side view as you reveled in how handsome he was. From the slightly tanned skin on his neck and face, to his Adam’s apple that protruded in just the right way, to his beautifully unique sharp nose. Then you noticed his lips, and their plumpness and remembered how he’d tease you.

“You know what I noticed? You’re always looking at my lips. You’re jealous huh?” He’d tease with his stupid grin, watching your face to get a reaction out of you.

When you’d pout and want to pull away from his embrace in embarrassment, he’d laugh and squish you tighter into his chest.

“I’m just kidding! I’m just kidding!” He’d shout.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew it was in that cute scrunch he did when he laughed. With the eyesmile, his widened lips, and the dimples on the corners of his eyes.

“Please don’t beat my ass.” He’d grumble playfully.

He felt like home.

After you were satisfied with the pictures you had just taken, you decided to scroll through to review them. Some were Live Photos of him yelling and fidgeting, but you had your sound off so you could revel in the masterpiece that was song mingi quietly.

You chuckled as, in one particular photo, he looked a little too handsome for his own good. He had leaned back onto his gaming chair after he lost a match due to Yunho, his gaming partner, being annihilated a few seconds into the game.

Though he looked serious, you knew he wasn’t too angry. If anything his expression and posture made him look really hot. You giggled further as you zoomed in and hearted the picture.

He was so attractive.

You felt your face burn further as you checked your boyfriend out from the pictures on your screen. After a bit, you decided it was enough clinging onto him, and that now you had something to stare at. You got up swiftly and decided to go lay back down in your bed with the soft pillows and blankets, phone with the photo app propped open in hand.

As you chuckled mindlessly and made your way to the bed, this caught the attention of Mingi.

He had taken notice of you giggling on your phone for a few seconds before you got up, and for reasons he didn’t know, it made his chest tighten up in a little jealousy and adoration.

Who could be making you laugh like that?

You were practically cheesing. You looked so precious that he was angry at the thought of anyone garnering this reaction out of you but him.

It made him a little sad, actually.

So he watched as you mindlessly got up and made your way to the bed. You had to have been sitting next to him for three hours or so, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you wanted to move. So why was he feeling hurt?

Just as he was about to ask you where you were going, he watched as you snuggled up into the blankets and scrolled on your phone, your eyes practically shooting hearts at whatever you were looking at.

Now Mingi was really getting nervous.

He got up silently, ignoring Yunho’s calls of stress—this decision would soon result in him being murdered in cold blood.

Taking his headset off, he watched as you didn’t even realize his movement, so enraveled into your little phone that you couldn’t take notice of him.

Now he couldn’t hide it anymore.

He walked up to the bed and flung himself to the side of you in hopes to see your phone. When you noticed the sudden weight of someone next to you so quickly, you screeched and clutched your phone to your chest in horror.

Mingi knew you were a scared coward just like him, so why would he do that?

You frowned his way as you expertly turned off your phone, never missing a beat. Yes, you adored him, but you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if he saw what you were doing. He’d remind you of this relentlessly—or worse—he’d get all shy and flattered for the next few days when you were really wanting affection right now.

Plus, this was a very shitty and basic way to tell someone you loved them for the first time. For the few seconds that you were on your phone, you had decided to go through your camera roll and compose an album of all of your favorite pictures of him. You mindlessly titled it; i love you.

For starters, you had never said ‘I love you.’ to him. You were saving it for the moment you knew it was right because in past relationships you’d throw it around mindlessly, only to get yourself hurt, or worse, hurt someone else. When you met Mingi, you treasured him from the start. He was one you wanted to take your time with.

He felt different.

So you wanted to save the words for when you meant it immensely, and he respected you for that. He decided to also partake in the sacredness of the words, but a few months ago, on your second anniversary, he let the words slip.

You stared at him in awe, knowing he kept it in for so long. It felt a million times better to hear it now that it was treasured.

Those words felt like home.

Still, you were too nervous to say it back, much to Mingi’s dismay.

Yes, he was a little hurt, but he didn’t let you know that. He respectfully and easily changed the subject to a playful conversation despite the adoration and twinge of hurt you saw in his eyes.

Still, you thought about it day and night. And today, for whatever reason, it felt all too strong.

So, you couldn’t tell him like this.

You inched away from Mingi as you set your phone on the bedside table, throwing him a playfully angry look to try and look natural.

“Why’d you do that!? You scared the shit out of me!” You whined out, crossing your arms for a little razzle dazzle.

He stared at you this time, feigning a look of indifference.

“I don’t know…” He said, it being harder and harder to act unbothered as the moments went on. Your expression softened as you leaned towards him.

“How was your game? Did you lose again?” You said in caution as you took a stray eyelash off of his cheek and took in the sight of him now that his eyes were on you. Mingi’s expression immediately changes.

He couldn’t help it. He was a sucker for you.

So he laughed as he looked down and rolled his eyes.

“I’ll have you know, we actually won ten more games than San and Wooyoung.” Mingi stated as if he was offended, playfully giving you the same treatment you had just gave him. You shook your head and chuckled at your boyfriends match of energy to yours. Boy, you were really whipped for him.

“Uh-huh, that’s why you were screaming and so angry, huh? Come here! My big baby lost didn’t he?” You cooed playfully, throwing your arms open for him to embrace you.

He playfully rolled his eyes, but saw this as a perfect opportunity. He swiftly hugged you, making sure your arms wrapped around his neck so that his arms could trail behind you.

With enough force, he took you down, pinning you against the bed as he hovered above you. On the way down, you squealed and blushed, a million things running across your mind, and almost all of them containing him in one way or another. You felt starstruck.

He was being really attractive right now.

You looked him in the eyes. He stared back for a moment, his gaze a little more serious looking, which kind of intimidated you.

Man, was he something else.

You felt your heart beating fast in your chest as he leaned down. It was like the first time he kissed you all over again. You braced your heart as you closed your eyes, waiting for the moment for his lips to touch yours.

But it never came.

A few seconds go by before you open your eyes, and when you do, he’s still staring at you. He bursts out laughing at this.

“You’re so cute! You know that right?” He said as he tried to keep himself steady whilst laughing as he hovered closer to you, unable to keep his form. His face laughed into your shoulder. You went beet red.

“Shut up.” Was all you could mutter out, smacking his chest in the process. He laughed harder.

“Awh! I wish you could see yourself, you look so pretty….” He said starting to half tease, half simp. “Did you want a kiss?” He asked, pulling the embarrassment trigger.

You blushed harder, you were sure your face never felt this hot before. It was so embarrassing, so you roll your eyes in retaliation.

“And what if I did-“ Just as you were about to finish your retaliation, you felt him move quickly and snatch something from behind you. He rushed off of you as you looked over to what he could’ve snatched.

Your phone.

It was gone.

You hurriedly ran after him, footsteps mirroring his which were a few steps ahead of you.

“Yah! Song Mingi! What do you think you’re doing?!” You screamed, as he locked himself in the bathroom, you being a few seconds too late to stop him.

“Stop! Don’t open my phone!” You yelled in hopes he’d listen.

There was no chance.

When Mingi was up to something he’d get to the bottom of it. Now you wanted to cry in embarrassment. “Yah!” You exclaimed.

The other side of the door was silent for a few moments. You were definitely finished; he definitely found out. He knew your password to your phone just like you knew his.

You didn’t even close out the photo app when you hurriedly tried to turn off your phone in a rush. You sighed, then within a few more quiet moments, the door opened.

There he was, wide eyed and almost on the brink of tears.

“Y/n I want to kiss you, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, rushing at you and embracing you in a big hug.

You were shocked, to say the least.

He waddled you back and forth on your feet as he spouted apologies into your shoulder.

“I didn’t know that’s what you were doing, I’m so sorry! I took that moment from you, this isn’t right! I’m so sorry!” He kept insisting.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

Your boyfriend was so cute, and you bursted out laughing in adoration. Mingi pulled away from you, eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at you. You laughed and laughed, your stomach starting to cramp up in retaliation to your tensed muscles.

It hurt, as you bent over and grasped onto your sides, Mingi’s arms undoing themselves from around your waist. You looked up at your big man and his confused expression, this launching you into an even bigger fit of laughter.

“Y-Yah…” He muttered out.

“Why are you laughing?” He questioned, a pout making its way onto his face.

“This is supposed to be serious.” He grumbled. This made you laugh harder.

“Ahaha, Mingi- haha! Why are you sorry-“ You could barely get a sentence out.

Mingi just stood in shame. “…Because…this was supposed to be special.” He mumbled.

He truly was your big baby.

As you calmed down from your hysterical episode, you couldn’t help but to launch yourself back into his arms. He was taken aback but wrapped his arms tightly around you again anyways.

“You’re okay haha- and it’s true.” You stated and chuckled a little bit more quietly into his chest. He pulled away and looked down to see your face, a confused expression present in his beautiful eyes.

You felt your heart melting all over again as you took him in. His blonde hair was shaggy and held a wavy pattern as it fell onto the apples of his cheeks that were sharp. They framed his monolided eyes in just the right way, you note.

You trailed down to his sharpened nose that reminded you of the way it perfectly led you to his pretty lips that you were always so jealous of.

It wasn’t fair.

You watched as the big man before you shriveled up into shyness.

“Why are you looking at me like that? And…what’s true?” The poor man mumbled, still so confused.

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling, a wide grin making its way onto your face.

“Mingi…” You started,

“I love you.”

You watched as he fidgeted before you, shock and happiness evident in his eyes. He pulled away from you as you took notice of his face reddening, eyes almost disappearing too.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Was all he got out, before running off.

You just stand in confusion at your boyfriends antics. Weren’t you the one who was supposed to be fangirling and such?

You trailed after him in curiousness. You watched as he walked back to his PC and snatched his phone off of his desk. He walked back to you as he tapped and swiped away on his screen, then lifted the phone up to you.

You start to hear the picture app going off and as a result you start to laugh again.

“What are you doing Mingi?” You chuckled, reaching forward to try and block his camera from taking pictures of you.

He knew you didn’t like taking pictures. Still, he backed away and raised his phone further, probably taking outrageous forehead photos of you, and pictures from his high point of view.

“What?! I’m taking pictures of my baby.” He started.

“You can take pictures of me, so I’m taking pictures of you. This is a moment to remember.” He finished, as he backed away from your grabby hands. You laughed as you rolled your eyes, stopping indefinitely and looking up at him.

He stopped taking pictures as he looked down at your sudden serious stature.

“Song Mingi, can you kiss me already?” You asked, just tired of the fight for affection from the boy you loved. You felt the atmosphere change as he lowered his phone and stared at you in a certain type of way. It was a serious face of adoration; one you didn’t see on Mingi that often because of his shy persona. He threw his phone onto the bed, and inched towards you.

“Don’t think I didn’t want to, I just wanted to see if you wanted it too.” He said quietly in his deep voice when he got close enough to you.

You stared up at him with a smile. “Did Mr. Song Mingi, my boyfriend, get jealous?” You asked teasingly, raising a brow.

Mingi placed his hands on your waist as he grumbled down at you. “…Maybe…” He says.

“I know I shouldn’t be, but you were smiling down at your phone and I got kind of suspicious. Not to question your loyalty or anything!-“ He says, sad eyes going wide as he tried to save himself.

“It’s okay,” You chuckled, reassuring him.

“I was looking at you anyways.”

You watch the worry leave his eyes and facial expression. He leaned closer to you grabbing your arms and manually placing them around his neck. There was a quiet moment of you two just staring at eachother, comfortable silence lingering about.

“I know this is kinda dumb but I’m still going to ask….Can I kiss you?” He stated, even though your faces were so close together already. You blushed at his respectful nature; he never did change from the moment you met him.

You nodded as you looked him in the eyes. He leaned in, connecting his lips with yours within a second. At first it was sensual and smooth, the kiss being reciprocated, but just as it was about to get deep, he pulled away. Just as you were about to whine in retaliation, you were dipped backwards, Mingi steadying you so you wouldn’t fall. Then he proceeded to make obnoxious kissing smooches all over your face. Your chin, your neck, your forehead and nose, were all fluttered in kisses as you laughed, holding onto his forearms in fear of him dropping you.

“Don’t drop me!” You exclaimed as you started laughing at his obnoxious “muah!” “muah!” kissing noises. This made your heart beat crazily through your chest. Mingi just laughs mid-smooch between your eyebrows.

“I’m not going to drop you! Stop struggling!” He exclaims, which makes you both burst into laughter. He was always so goofy, you couldn’t take it. Even in the most serious of moments, he made you laugh.

With one last peck to your lips, he let you stand up properly. Just as he was about to let you go, you grabbed his chin and kissed him one last time until you were satisfied.

When you pulled away with a pink face at your neediness being portrayed, you met eyes with a love struck puppy. You laughed as he looked at you with these dangerous eyes that you don’t get to see often.

“What?” You ask, face getting hotter by the moment. Mingi just bites his lip and turns away from you.

“Give me a moment.” He says before walking over to his desk and picking up his headset to turn on the mic. You had forgotten all about him playing his games.

“Hey guys, I am busy. I have to go. I won’t be on anymore today. Bye.” He stated quickly before putting down the headset, leaving the party, and turning off his system.

You bursted out laughing.

“Oh, so now you want to give me attention?” You teased aloud, crossing your arms and turning away to walk into the living room.

You hear a deep chuckle from Mingi, then right as you were walking into the living room, he quickly backhugs you, straining your walk. You laugh louder.

“Communication is key. If you wanted my love and affection, all you had to do was ask Princess.” He mumbles into your neck, making your heart skip a beat.

Still, you tried to keep your composure, coming up with a comback, “Says the one who stole my phone!”

“Yah! We don’t talk about that anymore-“ You hear Mingi say shyly from behind you, and it’s here where your wide smile starts to hurt your cheeks. This man was something else.

“You know I still love you right?” He says in a low tone. “Thanks for telling me, even if it did come out like that…” Mingi finishes.

Your face blushes red in a way you thought wasn’t possible. “Mhm…” is all you can mutter out as he chuckles and rests his head on top of yours.

This was home—it was nice to finally admit it too.

“I love you, Mingi.” You say, voice a little shaky because of how he made you feel.

Mingi just laughs and starts shouting.

“My girlfriend loves me! She’s the love of my life! She loves me!” He shouts, shaking you from side to side like you were his rag doll.

“Unless?” You shout through laughter, just to tease him. He stops shaking you automatically and you swore you could feel his pout from behind you. You turn around in his grasp and laugh as your suspicions were true.

“Yah….” He says quietly, sad puppy eyes back in business. You laugh and walk towards the kitchen to start getting ready to go out and do something after eating.

“Hey you didn’t say you were kidding! You’re supposed to say just kidding!” Mingi whines as he trails after you like a child.

He truly was your big baby, and you loved every second of it.

You were finally home.

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₊˚ෆ Sun Star Moon - s.hb

♡ sypnosis: two lines. all it takes is two lines to change the trajectory of your life; you’re pregnant. what are you to do? for starters, you have your amazing boyfriend hanbin by your side—and he’d go to the ends of the earth to make you happy and to make things work. there’s something deep down that tells you he’d make an amazing dad; and maybe, just maybe, that you could make this work.

♡ genre: angst, fluff, boyfriend!hanbin x fem!reader, established relationship, pregnancy fic

♡ 2.7k word count

♡ warnings: reader is pregnant, very angsty, abortion is referenced, hard conversations surrounding pregnancy, insecure reader, pet names, slightly suggestive, please lmk if i need to add any!

♡ nano note: hello! i’m back! here is the hanbin one-shot that won my last poll! apologies for taking a few days to upload this, i had personal matters to attend to. hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! she’s delusional for father hanbin 😔 lmao! xoxo

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You stirred out of a deep sleep as you feel a disturbance of light touches to your face. It doesn’t take very long to realize where you are and who you’re with though, because as soon as your eyes had the strength to peep open to see who warranted your attention so early in the morning, a warm sensation blooms in your chest.

You’re more than enamored to meet eyes with your boyfriend, Hanbin, who places soft kisses all over your face.

“Hm?” You mumble out, letting him know he has your consciouse attention.

“Good Morning, my love.” He says in almost a whisper, staring at you with the most love you think you’ve ever seen on him.

The way his eyes trace your features softly tells you how present and emotionally available he was for you this morning. In all honesty, it felt like a blessing and a curse all at once.

Just a few days ago you two had both took it upon yourselves to take a pregnancy test together; symptoms of maternity clouding you for a few weeks now. You and Hanbin went into it completely unsuspecting with nothing but a want for some reassurance for your own piece of mind.

He stood and waited with you whilst you waited for the results, rubbing your worried frame with his hands as he made small talk in an effort to distract you.

“No matter the result, we’ll be okay.” He’d say.

Your stomach was in your throat.

When you had finally gained the courage after a few spare minutes of waiting to see the results, you had almost convinced yourself altogether that you weren’t with child and that the symptoms were a product of your imagination.

So when you picked up the test stick, and when two very prominent lines were present on the result window, it felt like your world was crashing down right before you. Your eyes watered as your body started to shake without your permission—this couldn’t be real, right?

Then you met eyes with Hanbin as his hands went to your shoulders, and he wore the most happiest smile you’d ever seen. You felt that smile put the pieces of your thoughts back together again, but only one prominent thing went off like an emergency alarm; I can’t do this.

Hanbin was ecstatic to say the least, even the hidden worry you picked up in his eyes was due to your shocked and visibly scared reaction.

Were you okay?

If you weren’t okay with this as much as he was, he was very much willing to hear you out and support your decision, no matter how much it hurt.

So that whole day was spent with you two talking; a collaboration of thoughts and emotions being shared as well as what the best thing was going forward for the both of you. He was so supportive of your opinions and your decisions through it all. He listened tentatively and wiped your stray tears too. Even when your throat felt like closing mid sentence, he’d nod reassuringly and rub your back until you were able to speak again.

In no way was he forcing you to continue the pregnancy, and when you finally broke it to him that you didn’t think you could, he kissed your tears away and lulled you to sleep with his whispered hums.

He never showed you his tears. Never let a grimace grace his face. Hanbin was as strong as they come; even when he didn’t have to be.

So when you wake up to him, a soft smile adorning his face in nothing but support for you, you’re suddenly at ends meet with yourself. When you stare at him, your bodies laying in soft linen and cotton, you face each other in the silence for a while.

You don’t know what to say.

Maybe it was your worries and insecurities of being a good parent, or the financial worries of the world. Maybe it was the fear of childbirth and the health complications that come with carrying a new life. Maybe it was because it was all so scary. It was a big responsibility after all; one that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

But when he’s tracing your features with his fingertips, a small smile on his face; you finally see him.

You see Hanbin as the father of your children despite not being your husband yet. You see a future with him, a pretty house; the white picket fence. You see a human you never want to part with. All his goofy cheek dimpled-smiles. All his serious-furrowed-browed looks. All six-feet-something of the lovely human you called yours—and your heart just knew.

The countless words of assurance from the past few days rang through you like you were listening to a favorite song for the first time again.

“Whatever your decision love, we’d make it work, because we’re a team.” He’d say.

And you knew.

“I’ll make an appointment today.” You finally mumble through the silence, searching his eyes for a reaction. He searches your’s back for a minute, a little confusion evident on his face.

Just a few days ago you needed time to think. Just yesterday you told him that you wouldn’t tell him when you’d go to see a doctor about your situation. Hanbin’s heart rate speeds up because what exactly are you implying?

You sent him a small smile, hands going to cup his face. “I think I’d be crazy not to see how a little Hanbinnie would turn out.” You whisper, eyes filling with tears.

Hanbin’s features just rest for a moment, and his eyes are almost like a gateway into what his mind must have been trying to figure out. When he connects the dots, his hands snap to either side of your face, wide eyes demanding to be closer to yours. Before he speaks, you see the emotions in his eyes, glossy pupils shifting back and forth between yours.

Grief. Love. Happiness. Relief. You see it all.

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

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“Okay!” You laughed out, completely done with your boyfriends antics as you clutched onto your stomach.

“We get it! You like Nora—Despite it sounding like the name of a Who, it is a relatively pretty name.” You admit, allowing yourself to sink into the couch completely. If you weren’t having so much fun right now, you’d be passed out somewhere because of how tired you were.

“Aye~ don’t just brush it off. And stop calling it a name of a Who!” Hanbin laughs back, wide smile on his face despite raising his voice playfully with furrowed brows.

“No. The grinch would steal the hell out of Nora’s presents, tell me i’m wrong!” You laughed out.

You and Hanbin were currently sat in your living room with white boards and dry erase markers clad in hand as you brainstormed ideas for a name.

Yes, a name.

It had been a while since that fateful decision to continue the pregnancy, but for what seems like a few nights or so, has now ended up here; eight months in and still no name.

You didn’t know why it took so long to get to picking out a name, you swear you’ve tried for days and nights to come up with something, but nothing ever stuck.

For the names you would come up with, Hanbin would listen earnestly to your reasoning, then pat your belly with this happy smile and shake his head when you were done; the most constructive look on his face before he uttered his criticism. Nothing ever stuck.

Then when Hanbin would come up with a few names, he’d go as far as making a whole PowerPoint presentation to present it to you with a pointer stick and everything; even his reading glasses were perched low on his nose bridge for the vibes. Alas, despite his excitement, none of them felt…right.

Lately, the pressure really started to creep up on you too, many of the conversations you’d have with random strangers on a daily basis going exactly like this;

“Oh dear me! How much longer do you have?”

“Only one month left!”

“Oh, bless your hearts, what’s their name?”

To which you’d go blank at. Completely blank.

You didn’t have a name.

It was eating you up inside because one look at Hanbin and you were envisioning this sweet little girl, running around looking just like him, with the same manners as him and smiling just like him.

But no name; and it felt terrible. So close to something very tangible; a new life within your own, but nothing to call her at all. This was the cause of your recent sleepless nights—besides your prevalent back pain of course.

Hanbin sighs as he watches the gears turn in your head again as you start to detach from the conversation and a look of worry spreads on your face. You don’t notice the way he moves, because he does it very quietly, a soft smile on his pretty masculine face.

“My love, why are you worrying?” He asks softly, and that’s when you’re pulled back to reality to him sitting down on the couch next to you, a hand on your stomach. You gaze over at him, a hint of worry in his own eyes, and you realize you’re doing it again. You’re more than worried about a name.

How bad will it hurt? Will you make it? Will the baby make it? Will Hanbin be disappointed in you if something goes wrong? Did you do everything in your power to make sure this baby is healthy?

Are you happy?

What’s the name going to be? It’s coming up so quick.

Were you even cut out for this?

Countless questions nagged in the back of your mind every time you’d come to be alone to your thoughts. Ultimately, it just overwhelmed you.

When your eyes search Hanbin’s, still unable to answer his question, he lets a soft smile break out onto his face as he’s searching back and forth between each of your eyes.

It feels raw; the way he stares maturely, eyeing you with comfort and nothing but love. He reads you like a book, and with one swift movement, he’s leaning in and kissing your forehead softly. You melt into his touch, and in this moment you admit that there’s nobody else you’d rather do this with.

“Mama, you’re in your head again, hmm? This isn’t just about names.” He says in a whisper against your forehead. You open your glossed over eyes and can only look down into his chest in shame. It’s there where you spot his tattoos.

A sun.

A star.

A moon.

He was perfect.

And here he was, yet again, comforting you without you ever having to ask.

As his lips linger on your forehead, you breathe in his scent. He smelled like baby powder. Funnily enough, he was messing around in the nursery and dropped a whole canister of the fine white substance. He pouted and grumbled about on the nursery floor as it took him half an hour to clean it up whilst you took pictures of the crime scene.

It made you laugh then.

It made you laugh now.

As chuckles leave your lips and your eyebrows knit together softly, Hanbin pulls away, a smile on his face and worry in his eyes as they meet yours that start to seep tears here and there.

“What?” He asks, hand coming up to wipe your tears. You smile as you eye him up greatfully.

“You smell like baby powder, Bin.”

He chuckles; and there are his whiskers.

“Aye~ Stop teasing me, you better delete those videos too! I’m not over that-“

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, albeit you’re laughing through it because hes quick to reciprocate it despite being cut off. When you finally pull away, he’s giggling too, and the whiskers get impossibly deeper.

Everything felt right and you suddenly feel a sense of peace wash over you. It was a feeling of comfort; one that said that only time could tell the answers to your numerous questions but that you had to live in this moment right now.

So you do.

You take in Hanbin and his cute laugh.

You take in the way he rubs your belly as his head is thrown back in amusement.

He was just so…perfect. Like a star meticulously placed in the sky. Just like ike the timing of the sun and moon.

After a few moments of eyeing you as he gathers himself from laughing, he suddenly dips his head close to your stomach and gives it a soft kiss.

“Mommy is being mean again, come help me Pretty.” He whispers against your clothes as he stares up at you through his eyebrows with a playful glint in his eyes. You crack a smile as you eye him back.

He looked so handsome; it had you wanting to recreate the act that had gotten you here to begin with. Still, you gather your composure and shake your head at him, shooing away these intrusive thoughts.

“She won’t save you, Bin. She’ll be just like me—watch.” You say playfully.

He places another kiss to your stomach and chuckles through it. When he raises his head, he’s leaning back and eyeing you, his hand going to rest at your thigh.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t wish for anything else. If she’s just like you, she’d give that much more meaning to life. You’re amazing…” He trails off, and the way he looks into your eyes tells you he means every word.

Every single word.

You smile as you stare at him with love in your own eyes. His cheeks go pink.

Maybe you will be a good mom.

If Hanbin said so, it had to be.

With or without a name, one thing was for sure; soon a new life would be brought into your world and if she held an ounce of Hanbin in her little body—a twinge of his smile, an ounce of his politeness, a speck of his generosity, or an inkling of his sweet tone—it would all have been worth it.

—

Your next ultrasound was three days later. The 3D scan brought you to tears as you sat atop a hospital-grade resting table, your shirt pushed up to your ribs as a very nice middle-aged woman pressed a cold wand to your stomach.

Present on the screen in front of you was a digitally rendered face. It wasn’t that you hadn’t had the opportunity to do this before, you had plenty of times you could have gotten this service done actually. This week you had finally mustered up enough willpower to schedule it through your exhaustion and nerves.

On the other hand, Hanbin was so excited; he bragged about the upcoming appointment to every single one of his friends; telling them that the next time he’d see them he would be showing them photos of his baby girl who was going to look just like the love of his life.

Well, the joke was entirely on him; she looked nothing like you.

Present in the crevices of her chubby cheeks were dips; whiskers of her very own when she grimaced hard enough. It was as if an angel pressed them into her cheeks with soft kisses—marshmallow dips placed perfectly in such a familiar way.

When you look over to a shocked and teary-eyed Hanbin, you realize everything was worth it.

Every doubt, ounce of stress, tiring moment.

You were bringing a baby girl into the world with Hanbin by your side. This was destined; you were destined to meet him and have this baby.

A Sun.

A Star.

A Moon.

You didn’t know which you had wished on to have the pleasure.

Your worth is what you questioned and your anxieties backed by insecurity had almost consumed you—but my, how worthy you truly were.

Everything was leading up to this; you and Hanbin were going to be parents; and you’d do anything in your power to make sure her dimpled whiskers would show every minute of every day.

“She looks like me…” Hanbin whispers, his eyes glossing over as his nose starts showing hues of pink.

“She looks like me, Y/n.”

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