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At the first, faint wave of nausea, Jongin immediately buried his nose into the sweater sleeve, taking a deep inhale of the comforting bergamot steeped into the fabric.
It took mere seconds for the nausea to fade. Although he already felt better, Jongin continued taking generous inhales from the sleeve as an added safety measure. Confident as he was of his stabilized state right now, a part of him hoped he wouldn’t need to pull out another sweater if the nausea decided to strike back with vengeance as it was wont to do at times.
The door opened, announcing somebody’s arrival. Jongin looked up and smiled as their gazes met in the mirror, relieved by the familiar presence of his makeup artist. He’d worked with her several times during the course of his career, and she was one of the few he’d been able to keep as a friend beyond the constraints of their professional relationship.
“Hi, Jihee.” Jongin smiled wider while watching Jihee sift through the city of bottles on the dresser.
“Will you be alright working together today, Jongin-ssi?” Jihee quickly tied her platinum blonde hair into a messy bun while peering at Jongin in obvious concern. “I can use a scent blocker just in case. I heard of the episode in Paris.”
“Ah, that…”
The mention of it summoned the memory from two months ago, when Jongin had suddenly suffered from a severe bout of nausea while discussing outfit decisions with the overseas stylists for Fashion week. A part of Jongin still felt bad for not being entirely truthful behind the root cause of his dizziness and sudden hurling on the plush carpet, especially since the stylists didn’t question him further after his white lie of jet lag sending his body into shock with the amalgam of scents crowding the atelier. They had simply lathered on generous amounts of scent blockers until Jongin was feeling alright enough to proceed. At that time, Jongin had been undergoing a major body change and required three months to reach stabilization before sharing good news.
Two months was more than enough time for the truth of the incident to circulate, however; and Jongin could only be grateful for the overseas stylists’ flooding his KakaoTalk with well-wishes and congratulations.
Jongin shook his head. “Your scent is one of the few I can tolerate, apparently.”
“I guess that’s my advantage of smelling like chiffon cake,” Jihee joked, and they shared a laugh. “But just making sure! I see you brought backup with you, too?” She slightly gestured at his shoulders.
Jongin glimpsed at the cashmere sweater draped around his bare shoulders, affection circling his chest. “It’s my first backup.” He raised the sleeve for emphasis. “If the scent fades before the shoot ends, I have a second sweater in my bag. But we can skip that and go straight to the last—my favorite one, just so you know.”
Jihee gave him a knowing look and a teasing grin between preparing brushes. “Hmm, so excited about this third backup. Not suspicious at all!” She plucked a makeup palette from the bag and grinned. “Alright, sit back and relax while I make you heart-wrenchingly pretty.”
Hair styled and face dolled up after a while, Jongin took the robe offered to him by a junior stylist but didn’t wear it right away. He lingered in front of the full-body mirrors installed to the wall, assessing his attire with a critical eye—one out of the many pieces he would be wearing for today’s photoshoot. Admittedly, seeing the outfit on the mannequin a several weeks back planted some doubts if he could pull it off. Now, none of those doubts remained the longer Jongin stared at his reflection.
The bralette section of the babydoll was sewn in a way to provide push-up support without padding. Jongin definitely felt that when he slipped it on, but he knew this would benefit those like him in the future, along with its adjustable straps. Attached to the bralette was a translucent, white fabric that tumbled softly over his modest bump and curvy hips. The loose-fitting skirt ended at mid-thigh, bordered with a delicate touch of rose lace. The same material was used for the mid-rise thong, its minimal rear coverage showing off Jongin’s newly-acquired shapeliness. The decorative, satin side bows finished the look, adding an extra layer of charm to an otherwise enticing image.
Donning the robe and holding the cashmere sweater close to his chest on the way out of the changing room. A frantic energy pulsed through the large studio: interns rushing here and there, technicians adjusting the overhead lights and testing the brightness, photographer assistants bickering on how to position certain props. In the organized chaos of it all was the main work station where monitors of varied sizes and cameras on tripods stood at the ready. Beside all that equipment stood a man with a buzz-cut and ears heavily decorated with silver piercings—the most prominent features of today’s photographer, who also owned this very studio.
Jongin waited for the photographer to finish relaying instructions to an intern before teasing aloud, “Sanghyuk-hyung, you can’t frown while we work together today. Only smiling faces are allowed near me.”
Sanghyuk broke out into a loud, amused laughter as he led Jongin to the mood board. Despite the scent neutralizers working in full force to sterilize their environment, Sanghyuk’s crisp apple scent clung heavily to his plaid shirt. “You brat—what can I do when I was born with a face only a mother would love?”
Jongin made a sound of protest, though he was laughing, too. “Hey, that’s not true! A smile is one’s best accessory, you know. Practicing in front a mirror can help.” He turned to look at the board and noticed new pictures and notes stuck to it. “Were there any changes to the themes since our last discussion?”
Many did not know of Jongin’s friendship with Sanghyuk, who had witnessed his early beginnings in this industry along with an older cousin. Despite branching out to go their separate ways, their professions overlapped in a way they could work together even if it seemed impossible at first. Jongin had worked with Sanghyuk for a several editorials through the years at different locations. With Sanghyuk’s reputation, he could’ve simply passed on this current photoshoot; but Jongin found out from his cousin Sanghyuk offered to take on it for heavily discounted fees as his way of thanks for setting him up on the blind date that led to the happy ending with a sweet alpha boyfriend.
Jongin listened to Sanghyuk explain the changes to him; remarked, with some amusement, “Yewon-noona is very thorough, huh?”
“She knows what she likes, and her vision never fails,” Sanghyuk said, shaking his head with a tiny smile. “Even if it might seem outlandish at first.”
Jongin hummed. “She did say I would have my face and body posted on billboards once more people discovered me. I didn’t even think that far when I first granted her request to model all those years ago. Who knew she’d be right?”
Jongin swept his gaze around the set, already listing off in his mind what poses to make and which angles would work best with the props and backdrop. Draping the cashmere sweater on a chair provided for him to the side, he slipped off the robe and climbed onto the large, round bed draped in silk sheets, purposefully bunched up in places. Its champagne gold color enhanced the warmth of Jongin’s skin tone and highlighted the lingerie’s snowiness against it.
Sanghyuk announced in a loud voice they were to start shortly. Once the camera lens pointed straight at him, Jongin shed off all inhibitions and stepped into his modeling persona he had perfected through years of basking in spotlights: Kai, the renowned model who was nothing but poised, glamorous, and captivating.
The first part of the shoot sailed quick and without problems. It yielded numerous pictures that had the staff watching on the sidelines gushing and praising, undecided on their favorites. Jongin took a deep inhale of the scent entrenched in the cashmere sweater he held tight while perusing each photo on the monitor when he took his turn. It took a few slides, but he reached the picture that caused the most explosive reactions thus far. The picture the staff collectively decided was the money shot.
On screen, the photo was of Jongin lying down surrounded by white rose petals scattered about. Face schooled into an expression of coy innocence, Jongin used his signature smolder, head slightly tilted, the back of a hand pressed lightly to his forehead. His other hand rested on the baby bump, a reminder of the objective behind this photoshoot. One leg was stretched out; the other bent at the knee so his thighs touched, completing an image that juxtaposed modesty with seduction.
“Wow, you really know how to make me look attractive in your shots,” Jongin jested, not unkindly.
“What?” Sanghyuk exclaimed. “That’s all you! I’m just a humble photographer who has to make sure a hundred times that you’ll look exquisite at all angles, or your legions of fans will come for me.”
Jongin cracked up at the exaggerated joke.
“It helps that you’re naturally handsome to begin with,” Sanghyuk continued, “but I must say your pregnancy glow is doing wonders for you, as well.”
Jongin beamed, chest surging with affection as he stroked his belly. “Ddalgi must know I’m nervous, so my tiny helper is lending a hand.” Upon seeing Sanghyuk’s confused, curious face, he explained, “We decided to nickname our baby Ddalgi because strawberries were the only fruit I craved during my first trimester. We still don’t know the gender, but my husband is positive we’re having a daughter.” He couldn’t help chuckling at the memory of said husband being absolutely sure they would have a little girl when Jongin had broken the news they were expecting months back.
While the crew prepared the next set, Jongin went back to the changing room to dress into a different lingerie number. He was surprised to see Yewon and two of her assistants inside, sticking out among the rest with her head of fiery red hair. Yewon was in the middle of arranging the lingerie sets to be used by the other models for their own photoshoots later and tomorrow. Apparently, she had arrived at the studio far earlier than Jongin, but this was his first time seeing her today; surmised preparing the lingerie must’ve kept her out of his sight until now.
Yewon saw and motioned for Jongin to come over where she stood after greeting him hello. A wisp of her brisk juniper scent tickled Jongin’s nose, thankfully inoffensive to his senses. She had a dreamy look on her face as she carefully took the next lingerie set Jongin was to wear from the rack. “I dreamed of this, you know: seeing you in one of my creations at least once. That dream has now come true, and I’ll brag to all my other designer friends till high heaven that I have managed to snag the Kai to be the brand ambassador of my upcoming lingerie collection.”
A baffled laugh burst out of Jongin, slight heat scoring his cheeks. “Well, I did want to do something different.” He took the offered lingerie and went behind the changing screen to change. “Your vision and mission are admirable and sensible. What’s not to like about making lingerie for expectant omegas in all trimesters? Just because their bodies have changed drastically doesn’t mean they can no longer feel desirable, or that lingerie is only exclusive for slim figures.”
Yewon feigned shedding a tear. “I don’t regret choosing you for this passion project. No one is as broad-minded as you when it comes to being inclusive.”
The next time Jongins stepped out of the changing room, he wore a flirty, baby blue satin slip dress with adjustable ribbon straps that crossed at the back, lace peek-a-boo sides, and an elastic waist that accommodated his swollen belly. Compared to the ethereal and dreamlike feel of the first set, a more playful and laidback tone was established for this one. The vibrant color scheme of a living room backdrop and the bubbly pop songs rolling from the speakers provided great help with Jongin’s immersion of projecting a carefree, youthful image. He danced as far as his belly would permit; used the readily-available props of teddy bears, snacks, and balloons; posed as he deemed fit on and against the various furniture.
The last dozen of pictures were of Jongin posing with pristine white irises on a porcelain vase. Near the end, he closed his eyes and leaned in for a whiff. A strong, powdery scent took Jongin by surprise, almost gagging him. Jongin fought back the rapid rise of bile in his throat until Sanghyuk announced they were done. He immediately sprinted over to the cashmere sweater draped over his chair, relief washing over Jongin as he buried his face into the garment and let the aroma of bergamot calm him.
“Did anything make you sick? You look a bit pale.” Yewon asked, looking and sounding concerned. Jihee was touching up Jongin’s makeup after he changed into the third lingerie set, looking just as worried. “The irises induced your nausea? I should tell them to get rid of those.”
Jongin grabbed Yewon’s hand before she could walk away. He shook his head. “It’s a one-time thing. I don’t think they’ll be reusing the same flowers for the next set. In any case, I came prepared.” He pointed at the sweater on his lap. “Let me rest for a while. I’ll be okay by the time we resume the photoshoot.”
Yewon wanted to protest, but she looked at the sweater. Recognition flashed in her eyes then gave a slow nod of her head. “Okay. In any case, be careful.”
Left alone in the dressing room, Jongin sank on the chair and breathed out a huge sigh. He folded the sweater and fluffed it up just enough so he could use it as a makeshift pillow. He set it down on the vanity’s vacant space and lay down his head sideways to avoid smudging his makeup. In truth, the nausea was long gone. If he needed to ward something off, it was the slow-creeping sadness, tinged with petulance, at the thought of his husband and a particular promise.
The woody scent registered first before the sound of the opening door; the gentle touch on his back. Jongin straightened up right away and zeroed in on the newcomer, lips stretching into his biggest smile of the day yet.
“Hi. Sorry, the—”
“Sehun!”
Jongin shot out of the chair with surprising agility for someone with a protruding belly and threw his arms around Sehun. They nearly toppled backward; thankfully, Sehun’s quick reflexes prevented it. Jongin wasted no time burying his nose in Sehun’s neck where the bergamot smelled the strongest, greedily breathing it in, allowing himself to be simultaneously calmed and healed. Only after having his fill did he pull back a bit to frown.
“What took you so long?” Jongin gave an unimpressed stare.
Sehun’s responding chuckle was soft, his smile affectionate. “My second interview lasted longer than expected. Not even sure why it dragged on for as long as it did when the movie is coming out at the last quarter of the year. I was already warned not to spill spoilers.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not that late, am I?” He kissed Jongin’s forehead before releasing him; bent down to do the same on the baby bump. Sehun stroked the bump with careful, loving hands as he spoke. “Hi, Ddalgi. I’m sorry Daddy couldn’t come earlier. Did you help Dada with work while I wasn’t here?”
Jongin softened at Sehun’s gestures. “Ddalgi is the star of today’s photoshoot, in a way.” Once Sehun stood upright, Jongin clung to him again, fingers clutching onto his suit jacket. “We’re going home together after I finish, right?”
“Mm-hm. We’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the afternoon. I have to be somewhere tonight.”
Jongin pulled back so fast to meet Sehun’s regretful expression. “What can be more important than spending time with me and Ddalgi? Why can’t you stay home?” He was aware of the whine in his voice but couldn’t stop in time to suppress it.
“It’s the company founder’s birthday. All actors and actresses are required to attend the party,” Sehun explained, patiently. “The founder himself personally extended the invitation when I saw him at the golf resort two weeks ago. I already gave my word I would attend, but he’ll understand if I’ll want to leave early.”
Jongin’s rational side understood, too. In the entertainment industry, Sehun was highly regarded not only for his acting prowess but also having miraculously pulled his company out of debt from generating mind-spinning amounts of income through movies, dramas, and advertisements. The founder wanting the presence of his company’s most talented and profitable actor at a high-profile celebration wasn’t too unbelievable.
Jongin truly understood; but his rational side was often eroded by constantly-shifting pregnancy hormones since entering the second trimester. The Jongin of the past would’ve just nodded and waited for Sehun to return home. The Jongin of now felt pressure behind his eyes, bottom lip quivering until he bit down on it.
“I shouldn’t have married somebody so popular he’d choose his boss over me and our baby.” Jongin, though sulky, didn’t put any real heat in his words.
Sehun let out a short laugh, gaze infinitely fond as he enfolded Jongin in his embrace, holding him close as much as the bump allowed. “I’ll make it up to you after I come back from the party. Right now, you still have to finish the photoshoot,” he said, in a soothing tone. “I’ll be watching from the sidelines. I’ll be within reach in case you get nauseous. I promised to be your personal diffuser today, didn’t I? You get so unwell easily since becoming so sensitive so scents.” Sadness infused Sehun’s voice when he said this. “Luckily, we know Yewon-noona and Sanghyuk-hyung or else I wouldn’t be allowed in here.”
“I would’ve found a way to smuggle you into the studio,” Jongin muttered, burrowing himself as much as he could in Sehun’s warmth. “I’d like to see anybody try and resist my charms.”
The last set was constructed and furnished to resemble a lush bedroom. The photographer gave Jongin free reign to do as he pleased. Jongin’s first batch of poses consisted of showing off the three-piece lingerie set in burgundy. The transparent lace robe swayed with his movements, the long butterfly sleeves fluttering whenever Jongin moved his arms. The floral embroidery and scallop trim on both bralette and boyshorts gave a touch of elegance while being comfortable, a detail Jongin knew would be appreciated by other expecting omegas once this collection hit the market.
The saucy R&B songs Jongin hummed along to in the background dispensed a hundred ideas for the next batch; but it was catching Sehun’s scent and a glimpse of him standing across the room that narrowed the list of what he intended to show this time around.
Jongin draped himself languorously on the velvet chaise lounge. He rested his head on his right hand, elbow on the backrest, eyes fixed on the lens—then shifted and stayed on Sehun in a deliberately calculated action. Emboldened, Jongin let one side of the robe fall over his shoulder, lips curling into a tempting smile. The next shots were of Jongin shrugging off the opposite end of the robe; leaning against the chaise with both shoulders exposed and head thrown back; turning on his side, legs stretched out, lips slightly parted, all while maintaining an expression of sultriness aimed at the very man who tracked every movement of Jongin’s with increasing, unveiled interest.
As soon as the shoot wrapped up, Jongin complained (lied) about feeling lightheaded and stretched out a hand toward Sehun for him to take. He counted it a victory when Sehun played along; smirked to himself, thrilled by Sehun’s knowing, desirous gaze.
Jongin counted it a second victory when Sehun backed him up against the wall as soon as the dressing room door was shut. Sehun’s hands landed on Jongin’s hips immediately and squeezed while devouring his mouth. Jongin eagerly opened his thighs to welcome one of Sehun’s between them, whimpering at the tease of friction.
“I know what you’re doing,” Sehun said, in a low, sexy whisper. Jongin chased his lips for another kiss. He allowed it before adding, “I’m still going to the birthday party.”
Jongin couldn’t help laughing. He fused their lips together in a torrid kiss first before giving an actual response. “Just demonstrating what I want in exchange for letting you go.”
Sehun ran his knuckles along the side of Jongin’s face in a slow, downward trail. “So what you’re saying is you want to cry tonight.”
“Only if it’s the kind of crying from feeling too good.” Jongin batted his eyes in feigned innocence, voice airy on purpose.
(Jongin counted his third victory when Sehun returned home barely an hour after leaving for the party.
He counted it the biggest victory when Sehun delivered on his promise, even if it meant waking up to the sight of the early evening sky of the following day with a delicious soreness coursing through his body; where it mattered most.)
Jongin’s meteoric rise in the modeling world started in Yewon’s living room.
At eighteen, Jongin was too wrapped up in his studies, hobbies, and maintaining a social life among his peers that modeling never crossed his mind. One summer afternoon, after dealing with a heat that left him achy and mostly lethargic, Yewon requested if he could do her a huge favor.
“A model who was supposed to do a shoot with us, but he had a family emergency. Would you like to come and help me out?”
“Me?” Jongin couldn’t keep the incredulity out of his voice. “But I know nothing about modeling, noona.”
“Don’t worry about it!” Yewon sounded every positive and cheerful, no matter what sort of troubles she faced. “I have a photographer friend who can help you. He’s worked with plenty of models before, so you won’t have to worry about being awkward in front of the camera. I’ll be here, too.”
Jongin couldn’t see himself turning down a relative, especially someone earnest and who used to watch over and cared for him like a second mother when his parents were too busy working.
In a span of a few hours, Jongin put on several outfits and posed in front of the camera. He followed Sanghyuk’s instructions on how to pose, voice gentle the whole time and gave critique in a way that didn’t make Jongin feel ashamed or embarrassed of his mistakes. The clothes Jongin wore fit him quite well, save for a pair of pants that needed adjusting with a safety pin; otherwise, he couldn’t help but think he and the supposed model must share the same measurements. Between takes and looking at photos, Jongin wondered if he was doing okay. Sanghyuk was encouraging but gently pointed out that Jongin should try and relax because the nervousness could be easily seen on his face.
Jongin’s photos taken that afternoon were minimally edited by Sanghyuk, and then posted on Yewon’s online clothing shop with permission. Jongin had heard of this little business Yewon ran as a way to make ends meet. Yewon was currently juggling two part-time jobs while searching for something more permanent. While waiting for her luck to turn, she put her fashion design degree to use by creating, sewing, and selling her own creations.
“If the clothes you modeled sell well, I’ll give you a cut of the profit. Think of it as additional allowance,” Yewon said, when they went out and bought him noodles as her way of repaying him for his service.
Some force out there must’ve heard Yewon’s manifestation because Jongin received a text message stating exactly that prediction. His eyes nearly bulged when he saw the amount in the envelope Yewon passed him when he dropped by her apartment after school one day.
“You must be my lucky charm.” Yewon grinned from ear to ear. “I don’t think I’ve had all my clothes sell out so fast like they just did! It must be because you’re so adorable.”
Heat lightly brushed across Jongin’s cheeks. “No, noona; I think it has more to do with your clothes. They’re very pretty, and they’re not something that can be confined to wear in one season. I’m sure that’s why they’re selling well.”
Yewon cooed; ruffled Jongin’s hair affectionately. “Have a lot more confidence in yourself, kid! Sometimes, customers rely a lot on models to decide on their purchases. You definitely charmed them with your looks, but it also helps that your poses were very nice.”
From then on, every time Yewon came up with new designs, she’d always ask Jongin if he was free to model. Jongin wasn’t one to turn down free money, so he helped out when he could. His parents supported him with the guarantee that he didn’t let it interfere too much with his studies. After all, the last year of high school was pivotal in order to secure a slot in tertiary education and a hopefully brighter future.
Perhaps it was the frequent modeling for Yewon’s clothing shop that made Jongin gradually come to appreciate the art itself, aside from the financial gains. He continued modeling for Yewon throughout college as long as his schedule allowed. Soon enough, Yewon’s designs and online store gathered enough attention that she was able to open a physical store in Apgujeong. Yewon never once forgot to share her blessings with Jongin, prioritizing him as a main model over others. It was this attention and love she showered him that probably changed Jongin’s life forever as he was scouted by a local fashion agency during Yewon’s first store opening.
Jongin had no idea how big of a deal this was until Yewon saw the agency name on the calling card. His innocent self at the time was just so happy her. After graduating from college, Jongin decided to take a few months to himself to spend however he pleased before entering the work force. When he had his fill of traveling and being an unrestrained soul, he went to the fashion agency without much expectation. Jongin assumed that even if this path didn’t work out for him, it didn’t mean he was a complete failure. It only meant that Jongin was meant to go down another direction in life.
Except Jongin seemed destined to belong to the modeling world no matter what. The moment he entered the doors of the agency, a new world opened up—one that involved several new types of happiness that came hand in hand with the inevitable hardships. Slowly but surely, Jongin carved a path for himself in the fashion world. Slowly but surely, his hard work was gradually acknowledged, catapulting Jongin to someone who was sometimes easily passed over for not being the type of face or image a brand was looking for, to becoming the face of unforgettable campaigns and gracing catwalks of reputable and loved fashion houses.
At Jongin’s slowly-budding fame and recognition, it was impossible to not run into a few issues. One of the most common was the surprising misconception of his subgender. He’d heard more than once that he carried a more powerful aura and undeniable charisma than most biological alphas in the field. Jongin more than once stated in interviews that such trivial matters should have no bearing to models getting work. In the distant past, fashion houses might have preferred alphas to be the ambassador of their brands; but times were rapidly changing, which meant barriers and stereotypes were gradually being broken and challenged. Jongin remarked he was more than happy to be an instrument to such positive changes, especially if it meant opening more opportunities to others.
Jongin repeated similar remarks in today’s interview, conducted by an affable fashion journalist whose grapefruit scent smelled extra tangy with every honest smile and had a knack for asking the sort of questions that aligned with the readership’s unspoken curiosities of their favorite models. Jongin had sat down with her for many interviews posted to Seoul’s top fashion magazines. This time, they reunited for the upcoming issue of GQ Korea, Jongin gracing its covers across all three editions with a bonus ten-page photo spread and feature.
“You have such a strong work ethic. Everyone who has worked with you, regardless of status, has nothing but praises and adulations. It’s no wonder so many fashion brands clamor to sign you. Some are relentlessly wooing you in the chance of getting chosen once you become a free agent. As much as you are adored, it’s no secret you have your fair share of rumors. How do you deal with rumors about you, if you ever hear of them?”
Jongin had seen the list of questions before this interview was approved but feigned contemplation as he prepared to answer. “I see some of these rumors when I browse my social media feed. I don’t give it too much attention if it’s something funny or ridiculous. I admit to blocking if I don’t like the tone of the poster. If the rumors are too malicious or hateful, my agency handles them for me. They’re very quick to take action, and I’m always thankful for that. As long as the important people close to me know the truth, as well as those who have worked with me, I can continue working hard with a light and easy heart.”
“And you should continue ignoring those rumors,” Jihee advised, touching up Jongin’s blush-on with precise strokes. She frowned as if remembering something, huffing out an irritated breath. “I can’t wait for them to be hit with lawsuits for spouting so much bullshit. You know who I want dealt with ot first? That one alpha knothead who was obsessed with attention and fame. Fucking sycophant, I hope he falls in a ditch somewhere so he stops causing problems.” She groaned and grimaced, the sweetness in her chiffon scent souring a little.
Jongin took comfort in Jihee’s words, soaking up the concern if only to ease the tiny worries in his heart. The most recent rumors he’d heard about wasn’t anything new to him, but it was unfortunately the most persistent: supermodel Kai, a god among men, never slept with the same person twice; caused plenty of brutal heartbreaks, a stark contrast to his warm and caring personality.
Although he was a man who did not live a strictly virtuous life, Jongin always kept a firm distinction between hookups and relationships. Regardless of the bedroom performance, one-night stands strictly remained one-time bedroom encounters. Although some thankfully understood that, a distinct few became arrogant and assumed they could change Jongin’s mind; thus, the pestering, at times bordering on stalking, some of them slapped with restraining orders and arrests.
That sort of bad luck spilled onto some of Jongin’s relationships. Some exes he split up with on civil terms. Yet some chose to be nasty, spreading twisted lies and badmouthing him. The scummiest willingly sought out the tabloids to sell sensitive pictures and videos that should have remained an intimate secret between two consenting parties, if not permanently deleted or erased. If Jongin didn’t have the backing of his current agency, if he didn’t have the means, he couldn’t imagine what sort of mess he’d be left with on top of trauma after trauma.
Thankfully, however messy his romantic relationships might be, none of it negatively touched his work. After leaving his latest relationship, Jongin decided to enjoy his singlehood. He would focus on getting himself sorted first, work hard like a cow, then maybe travel for leisure once his schedule frees up to do some relaxation and soul-searching.
“Hookups aren’t exactly off the table,” Jongin told his friends, during one of their gatherings in Seoul. Rare were the chances of all of them being in the same city since pursuing their individual dreams; even rarer did they agree on a common date where everybody was free, so they made it a point to meet up no matter what at the first sign of the universe approving their plans. “It’s been months. I’m over my ex. I’m not raring to get laid yet, though. Too busy with work.”
“Maybe the lack of hookups is a sign,” Friend #1 said. “A sign that you’re close to meeting the love of your life.”
Jongin snorted, thankful he hadn’t taken a sip of his drink yet or he’d be choking by now. “Oh, please. I’ve abstained from hookups before. This time won’t be any different.”
“I can see where Jongin is coming from. After all his failed relationships, that particular love of his life must be able to match up to him in many aspects without dimming his light,” Friend #2 chimed in.
“Not to mention he should be able to handle him,” Friend #3 chirped.
Jongin raised an eyebrow, albeit amused. “And why would I need handling, hmm?”
“You know what we mean,” everyone chorused with near-identical knowing looks.
A long laughter of disbelief seized Jongin, glaring at all three of his friends in fake affront. “Okay, well, whoever that so-called ‘love of my life’ is, he better appear quickly. That person shouldn’t wait a second longer for me to end up in romantic relations that guarantee anything but forever.”
The soft caress of a blanket against his still frame and the undeniable bergamot that could only belong to Sehun were what roused Jongin from his nap.
Through half-opened eyes, he watched the blurry figure of Sehun sitting beside him then standing up to leave. A tiny noise of protest left Jongin at the same time he caught Sehun by the wrist before he could walk further away.
“Did I wake you?” came Sehun’s hushed inquiry, letting himself be pulled back to resume his place beside Jongin.
Jongin shook his head the best he could, pressing Sehun’s palm to his cheek.
“Use a blanket when you nap here in the living room next time. I don’t want you catching a cold,” Sehun chided gently.
“S’hot,” was Jongin’s mumbled answer, eyes falling shut once more. He waited several moments until he was sure the drowsiness had completely left him. When he opened them next, it was to the sight of Sehun’s gentle smile and loving gaze.
“More awake now?” was Sehun’s question this time, still in the same hushed tone.
“I will be if you kiss me.” Jongin puckered up his lips for emphasis. He smiled into the kiss Sehun pressed against his lips, soft and sweet, the contact remaining chaste despite how long it lasted.
Sehun helped Jongin sit upright then planted a loving kiss on his swollen belly. “Were you good today, Ddalgi? Did you let Dada have a peaceful nap?”
Jongin’s heart swelled as it always did whenever Sehun showered their child with affection. “It was a wonderful nap.” Jongin invited himself into Sehun’s open arms, sighing in content upon being surrounded by the woodiness of his scent and the warmth of his embrace. Naps had become one of Jongin’s staples to get by day to day to combat the fatigue since finding out they were expecting. “I feel quite rested. I also had a long dream.”
Sehun hummed, stroking the back of Jongin’s head. “What did you dream of?”
“The life I lived before meeting you. The amount of happiness I experienced during that time, even with my heartbreaks and losses. That happiness increased little by little after I met you, though.” Jongin drew back a little to take Sehun’s hand and splay it on his belly, then put his own on top. “And I’m sure that happiness will multiply even more when Ddalgi arrives,” he stated with confidence, smiling.
Sehun’s gaze infinitely softened at the words. Jongin felt Sehun’s strong agreement from the loving kiss he pressed on his forehead.
Jongin didn’t realize he’d napped away a quarter of the afternoon until his eyes landed on the kitchen wall clock. Sehun had left this morning for a meeting with his company while Jongin went off to his pre-natal yoga class. Sehun had put off accepting any type of new work during the first trimester, the period when Jongin was at his weakest due to the nausea stripping him of energy. Sehun had refused to leave his side unless absolutely necessary; and even then, Jongin received at least a dozen messages checking up on him if he was too tired to pick up Sehun’s calls.
“Did the meeting go well?” Jongin asked, after taking a bite of castella. He had yet to experience strong and particular cravings for anything but noticed his increased inclination to consume sweets, like cakes, after his diminished appetite bounced back to stable levels.
Sehun nodded. “I’ll slowly start looking at scripts again. I won’t take anything that will prevent me from being with you on your final month. A movie is my best choice for now if there’s anything interesting.” He ate the forkful of castella Jongin pressed to his lips before speaking again. “I do have prior commitments scheduled many months before, even as far back as last year.”
Jongin slowed his chewing upon noticing the apologetic look suspiciously taking over Sehun’s features. His chest began tightening at the wordless implication. He grabbed Sehun’s arm resting between them on the table. “Sehun…” A despairing, desperate edge took over his voice.
Sehuns’s responding smile looked ten times more apologetic. He took Jongin’s hand and kissed its back. “I have a meet and greet for a skincare brand I endorse at Xi’an. That will take almost a day, at most. There’s a photoshoot lined up after that for a men’s fashion magazine—you’ve worked with them two years ago, but I’m not sure if it’s the same team. The photoshoot will be at Chongqing. After that, I’m filming a commercial at a location that’s apparently two hours away from the city proper, so…”
The tightening in Jongin’s chest worsened the more he listened. In the subsequent silence, he couldn’t stop his lips from forming a frown. “You’re going away for a week?”
The regret in Sehun’s gaze was near palpable—a stark contrast to the unyielding grip he held Jongin’s hand with; the tenderness in which he spoke. “All of this was planned last February, contracts and all. You know very well if I had a choice, I’d reschedule so I won’t need to go.”
Jongin’s mind understood the situation very well. Jongin’s heart and pregnancy hormones, however, shoved away his rationale, frown morphing into a full-force pout.
Sehun cradled Jongin’s face, soft laughter sounding helpless as it was adoring. “We’ll video call every night. There’s only an hour of difference between South Korea and China. It won’t be too bad.”
“‘Won’t be too bad?’” Jongin echoed, tone incredulous. “You’ll be miles away. You know I can’t stand it when you’re out of reach for so long lately.” His voice was cracking with emotion, eyes beginning to sting. “How could you bear to leave me?”
Bewilderment clouded Sehun’s features, though it was quickly replaced by fond amusement. “If I could, I’d take you with me. You know that. You have your own work waiting for you next week, though, so coming with me isn’t possible.”
“Why work when I can just tag along?”
Jongin’s professional side scolded him for being unreasonable. Jongin’s upset husband side squashed that voice, uncaring at the moment.
“It’s unlike you to ditch work for anything, and you won’t start now.” Sehun stamped tiny, assuaging kisses all over Jongin’s face. “I’ll order more of the oils that have my scent profile so you can take them with you anywhere. I’ll scent my sweaters or any of my clothes of your choosing to keep you company at night.”
Usually, Jongin would’ve attempted to fend off Sehun’s coaxing. Right now, he had a greater need for it, irrational sadness melting away with each kiss and promise. Heat slowly invaded Jongin’s cheeks upon gaining back his mind’s clarity, mortification striking with a swiftness that had him clinging to Sehun and ducking his head in embarrassment.
“I really should get a better grip on myself.” Jongin’s words came out muffled from burying his face in Sehun’s neck. “It’s not like I won’t see you again.”
“You really should be kinder to yourself,” was Sehun’s easy reply, arms coming around Jongin in a reassuring hug. “We talked about this before, remember? If there’s something you don’t understand or you’re acting in ways you usually wouldn’t, it’s your body doing odd things due to your hormones being at an all-time high and I’ll love you regardless.”
Jongin pulled away slightly to glare at Sehun, half-hearted at best. “Why must you make it so difficult to let you go?” he groused, sans real annoyance. “Are you doing this on purpose? I’m already upset as it is that we have to be apart—for a week, mind you! Why must you say things that will make me miss you more?”
“I can’t say I’m not happy to hear that, but I’ll make sure to spend as much time as possible with you before I leave so you don’t get too sad and lonely.” Sehun lightly pinched Jongin’s nose. “Smile for me now, hmm? Ddalgi will sense you’re sad. The thought of our baby being sad is unbearable. Oh, there we go.” He rubbed his nose against Jongin’s. “Breathtaking, as always.”
Tried as he might, Jongin simply couldn’t find it in him to continue being difficult; couldn’t find any fault in a husband so devoted to ensuring his comfort and happiness, even through a hormone-induced tantrum.
“But I still miss him,” Jongin whined between sniffles, furiously wiping at his wet cheeks. “I thought I could get through today without crying, but I saw his giant advertisement billboard at Shinsegae, and—and—” The rest of his words were drowned out by his sobs.
“Calm down, Jongin.” Moonkyu, his best friend since high school and a famous fashion influencer, sounded like he was trying hard to hold back a laugh while offering Jongin tissues. He swept a quick glance at their surroundings to ensure they weren’t attracting too much attention in the café. They only had a few hours to catch up before Moonkyu needed to fly to New York, and he’d already spent more on that being Jongin’s figurative tears absorber. “It’s only been two days. You’ve gone longer without being physically present due to hectic schedules in the past.”
“Even so…!” Jongin wanted to argue but lost the drive just as fast, remembering how many more days would pass before Sehun returned. “What if I just follow him to China? It’s not the first time I gave him a surprise visit.”
Moonkyu scrunched up his nose and shook his head. “Yeah, no; that’s gonna stress out Sehun rather than delight him, actually. Did you forget how sick you got during that flight to Paris for Fashion Week? You were so overwhelmed with the cocktail of scents in a contained metal space for hours that you couldn’t stop vomiting. You’re lucky you stole Sehun’s coat before leaving and discovered that his scent can make your nausea go away. You would’ve been in deep trouble and the media would have had a field day spreading the news of your pregnancy against yours and Sehun’s wishes.”
“Your best friend is right,” Yewon told Jongin that night, at an Italian fusion restaurant. “I can’t say I understand what you’re going through, but Sehun’s not permanently moving to China no matter how much they call him their son-in-law. Time moves fast; before you know it, he’ll be back.”
“You and Moonkyu aren’t saying anything wrong,” Jongin spoke, after the last of his hiccups faded. He took the last bread from the basket and took tiny bites. “Being apart for a week isn’t new to us. We’ve spent time apart longer during our dating years. It was hard back then, too, but bearable. I could say it’s the hormones, but I think I’ve simply grown to depend so much on him, considering how terrible my first trimester was.”
“Nothing wrong with that, just as there’s nothing wrong missing your husband,” Yewon assured, smiling. “I don’t say this to annoy or criticize you, but aside from his presence, perhaps you’ve grown accustomed to having someone ready to dote on you, whims and all.”
Jongin couldn’t deny that. Before he let Sehun go at Incheon, he had to be bribed with kisses and more promises to receive updates of his day and a video call at night. Sehun had done well with the updates. He had sent Jongin random pictures on and off work; short reminders for him to eat and not tire himself out; the occasional voice note for Ddalgi, refusing to let their baby go a day without hearing Sehun’s voice. Except for morning and night greetings, the rest of Sehun’s messages were sent at no fixed time. Only after a lengthy, productive talk with Yewon about promotional details concerning the lingerie collection did Jongin check his phone, giddiness rushing through him when he saw the KakaoTalk notifications were from Sehun.
My Sehun 🧡
7:14 P.M.
the food looks good
you mentioned this restaurant before right? you said you wanted to take me there
let’s go when i come back
i’ll go eat with the staff now
enjoy your time with yewon-noona and eat well
video call later
love and miss you and ddalgi
“I miss you, too,” Jongin couldn’t help saying to his phone screen, the familiar onslaught of unbearable longing taking hold of him once again. “Oh, no.” He blinked several times to try and stop his tears from falling but in vain. “Noona, I miss him all over again. What do I do?”
A highly-amused and cackling Yewon did her best to cheer up Jongin even as he cried into his dinner plate, irrational stream of thoughts breaking down the filter so they made it past his lips like why can’t Sehun come back already? and I don’t think I can wait another day and noona, why must the love of my life be an entire country away from me and our baby?
And, like clockwork, once his mood balanced out, Jongin grimaced at his reaction but stood firm on his yearning. He expressed disbelief on his crying episode, though.
“Don’t invalidate those feelings,” Yewon said, exiting the restaurant together. “Whether or not you’ll be acting the same way after giving birth, it’s natural to miss your loved ones. You can’t do anything to make the days pass faster. What you can do is build excitement until the day Sehun comes back.” She gave him a knowing look, bordering on mischievous.
After three days, Jongin finally understood Yewon’s look was most probably connected to the assortment of packages crowding the living room coffee table.
Yewon just about dropped this surprise delivery on Jongin. Unpacking the contents revealed bags and boxes containing every set from the lingerie collection, including the garments Jongin wore for the photoshoot. Certain pieces were new to Jongin but no less gorgeous as he held them up to openly admire them. A select few looked to be two sizes larger but every piece came with adjustable straps, probably meant for his third trimester.
“Ddalgi, do you think I can wear all of this before you arrive?” Jongin rubbed his belly with a smile. “There’s just so, so many of this beautiful clothing that I might not even be able to decide which one to use when the mood strikes.” He then noticed one unopened bag, standing nearly-concealed behind the debris of wrapping paper and box lids.
Jongin gasped when he held out the delicate garments in front of him. A handwritten letter from his cousin was included inside the bag.
This sexy number isn’t included in the collection. Treat it as an exclusive preview. You were my muse for its design. I couldn’t see anybody else wearing it, so consider this as a tiny token of my love for all your help and support.
P.S. Don’t worry about ruining it! I’m prepared for that and will give you more of the same set or I can create something different by request if you want!!
The cheeky insinuation and the equally-cheeky winking bear sketched at the end had Jongin dissolving into laughter, even as searing warmth infused his cheeks. Shaking his head, he looked at the assortment of lingerie, an idea brewing. He glimpsed down at his belly and stroked it, asking, "Do you want to see Dada hold a unique fashion show, hmm, Ddalgi?"
It took a bit of time and careful moving, but Jongin successfully accomplished snapping mirror selfies wearing the lingerie sets in different poses, save for Yewon’s gift. He further narrowed down his choices of pictures to the best-taken ones, chortling as he attached racy captions for each before sending them to Sehun.
Jongin didn’t receive a reply until he was getting ready for bed several hours later.
My Sehun 🧡
10:17 P.M.
should’ve done all that fitting with me in the room
...or maybe not
coz a different kind of fitting might happen
which i know you’d be down for too
but can you blame me with how irresistible you look
Immensely pleased by the reaction, Jongin didn’t hold back beaming while typing a reply.
10:19 P.M.
there’s more where those came from
but there’s one ensemble i set aside especially for you
so hurry up and come home already
the covers and the pillow on your side of the bed don’t smell like you anymore :’(
Sehun’s next reply came in a voice note. In it, Sehun used a soft, low tone to describe the things he would do on his return in lush, vivid detail. Jongin’s giddiness completely evaporated with each spoken word, cheeks warming up and heat gathering low in his belly.
10:32 P.M.
you
are
sooo
sooo!!
frustrating ㅂ=ㅂ
My Sehun 🧡
10:34 P.M.
that’s not what you’ll be saying when i return home
if you can even talk after ⊼⌔⊼
Jongin’s hand flew to his throat after reading the message. A myriad of memories floated to the surface of his mind, consisting of their countless nights of passion wherein his voice was practically useless the next day—among other things. Jongin squeezed and rubbed his thighs together, the heat in his belly intensifying. He managed to calm down, though it did worsen his impatience and petulantly wished the days to move with lightning speed already.
Luckily, work helped in that front. Jongin still took on work despite his pregnancy, having more freedom to choose what he liked now that he worked as a free agent. He and his manager had parted in good terms despite no longer seeing eye-to-eye about Jongin’s career trajectory, occasionally gossiping on industry people while bonding over crass dating survival shows airing on Netflix. Jongin was purposefully selective of what projects to take so as not to overexert himself; so far, aside from Yewon’s lingerie collection, he was deliberating over a few proposals related to upcoming beauty and wellness products.
Today’s fair weather had the perfect amount of soft breezes and sunlight—far too good to spend indoors, so Jongin brought himself to the hole-in-a-wall restaurant he and Sehun patronized to buy a container of galbi mandu. The restaurant owner found a way to sneak in an extra container, which Jongin only realized when he arrived at the Han River.
“I know you like this,” Jongin spoke to his belly as he took the first bite, lips twitching into a tiny smile. “This is the only thing you would let me eat for a long time before your daddy made me try strawberries.” He sat on one of the backless benches, staring out at the vast waters and taking in the rest of his surroundings. Park goers came and went in varied numbers, each busy with their own activities of picnicking under trees or having long conversations as they snacked on boneless chicken at the grass. A family of three caught Jongin’s eye, tender affection swelling in his chest as he watched the parents match the pace of their walking toddler, legs wobbly but steps tiny and sure.
Jongin would have that, too, with Sehun by next year. The notion had his lips curving upward—then lowering as longing swiftly inserted itself into the picture, forcing Jongin to blink his eyes in rapid succession to prevent tearing up in public. Maybe it was simply time to accept that randomly tearing up over Sehun for as long as he carried Ddlagi was inevitable until the foreseeable future.
Jongin had barely started on his food at the hotel’s dedicated breakfast lounge when his manager, who sat beside him, waved someone over.
A man around the same age as his manager approached their table, the buttery toffee scent coming from him catching Jongin’s attention before it shifted to the person trailing right behind. Tall, undoubtedly attractive unless one was in deep denial about it, with shoulders so broad and exuding traces of refined bergamot. Jongin had seen his ample share of gorgeous faces that did nothing for him, but this one in particular he couldn’t seem to stop staring at.
So it took him aback when this person greeted him hello. Jongin didn’t expect him to be deep-voiced, much less soft-spoken, yet the contrast surprisingly worked well.
“I hope you don’t mind us joining you for breakfast,” the friend of Jongin’s manager said, looking and sounding apologetic. “Every other table is full.”
“It’s no problem at all,” Jongin assured, then glimpsed at the man seated to the right. The more he stared, the bigger his curiosity grew. Was this man a brand-new model? He might have almost been living in airports with the amount of flights he had to take in the past three months, but Jongin believed he was updated on the fresh faces of the modeling world.
After introductions were made did Jongin find out the handsome man’s name. Oh Sehun was mostly quiet during breakfast, only answering when prompted, but he also listened attentively to the ongoing conversations. His bergamot scent rolled off him in tiny waves, prominent despite the amount of scent neutralizers installed on all corners of the establishment. Although his eye-catching features, on top of these other notable qualities, didn’t usually pique Jongin’s interest, he did find himself staring at Oh Sehun for most of the meal.
“Is Oh Sehun a brand-new model?” Jongin asked, shortly after their company left. “I know of two or three agencies that adore faces like his. His build and aristocratic aura fits only one agency, and their recruitment doesn’t open until later this year.”
His manager stared at him like he’d grown an extra head. “How could you not know who he is?” The disbelief in his voice leaned more on genuine shock than mocking. “Oh Sehun is one of South Korea’s rising actors of the new generation. He’s here to represent a brand that recently announced him as their global ambassador.” He then went off to list Oh Sehun’s notable works that won him the general public’s love and favor and accolades from prestigious award shows, wholly unprompted.
Jongin raised an eyebrow in skeptical amusement. “You sound like a fan.”
“More like his manager and I go way back in high school. We didn’t completely lose contact after graduating and meet up on occasion.”
Jongin’s curiosity should’ve been satisfied with the information given to him generously. Yet a tiny part of him was not as satisfied. While waiting for his turn for a fitting before noon, Jongin whipped out his phone and typed in the relevant keywords on the search bar.
His manager was right about Oh Sehun being one of South Korea’s rising actors. He was originally scouted to be an idol, but his company struck gold when they allowed him to take on a small acting role that was met with plenty of positive reception. So, they pushed him into that direction, instead—a huge gamble for any company on the verge of filing bankruptcy but was rewarded with tremendous success. Jongin found it interesting he and Oh Sehun were of the same age, had a few modeling stints for local brands before gaining the ambassadorship, and that his name apparently never left the top three in the list of South Korea’s most eligible alphas since being first named five years ago.
Oh Sehun surely didn’t act as such when they met, but first impressions could be starkly different.
That theory was tested when, by some stroke of luck, they met again at a high school friend’s birthday party in Seoul. At first, Jongin couldn’t believe his eyes and assumed he hadn’t rid himself of the jet lag in spite of sleeping half the day away. But when Oh Sehun approached the birthday celebrant to give his greetings, Jongin was pleasantly surprised he acknowledged him, too.
Even the birthday celebrant seemed shocked. “You know other people outside of your staff and five friends?” he joked, when it was just the two of them again.
Jongin rolled his eyes playfully and told his friend how they came to be acquainted. As for the birthday celebrant, he and Sehun kept running into each other from playing minor roles in a handful of dramas many years ago, until he left that life behind and ultimately chased his true calling as a restaurateur. Surprisingly, Sehun kept in touch with him, even after making it big.
“He isn’t snobbish at all,” the birthday celebrant said. “Even if communication isn’t frequent, he always makes it a point to ask how I’m doing. Sometimes, we happen to run into each other at one of my restaurants and have a meal together. He’s gone places and reached heights, but he’s still as down to earth as ever.”
Jongin hummed through his sip of champagne. “He seems like a nice person, but why are you telling me this?”
“Oh, did I misread your interest? You haven’t stopped staring since Sehun arrived and kept following his movements around the room, so…” the birthday celebrant remarked good-naturedly.
From that night onward, the world began spinning in a way where their paths would converge with increasing frequency and apparently had plenty of acquaintances in common. Fundraising galas, store openings, weddings, anniversaries—Jongin’s stays in Seoul weren’t always eventful or long; but whenever he attended events now, one way or another, Oh Sehun would make an appearance, too.
Although a little more familiar with each other now, they never really left the territory of polite greetings. That changed at a wellness product launch after-party, where Jongin bumped into a fitness influencer—who also happened to be a one-night stand from two years ago, during a bar outing with model friends in London.
Jongin prided himself in handling accidental run-ins with past flings and one-time bed-warmers. Seldom was he shaken, firm with his boundaries and stances.
Except he recalled, with clear distaste, this fitness influencer’s overbearing attitude. Jongin had blocked him everywhere in his socials because he was one of those alphas who unironically believed pestering somebody who already said no the first time would get him to agree on being his booty call. Luck didn’t seem to be on Jongin’s side tonight when he realized too late who was approaching him for a talk; adding insult to injury was being cornered in the washroom, where nobody else was in sight.
Until the door swung open, revealing Oh Sehun’s figure.
“Jongin-ssi, what a surprise seeing you here.” Oh Sehun sounded casual in his greeting as if they’d been friends for a long time, face lighting up. His gaze flitted over to the influencer, expression turning serious before speaking again. “I think your staff is looking for you. They mentioned something about snagging a collaboration with a fellow influencer, but you went missing without a word.”
The fitness influencer looked highly suspicious until Sehun mentioned the name of the collaboration requester. Jongin didn’t recognize it himself. The name must be popular among fitness circles if it was causing the influencer to look torn as the seconds ticked; smelled the part (and Jongin couldn’t help grimacing at the pungency of his raw onion scent). The fitness influencer stared at Jongin for a few suspenseful seconds but ultimately rushed out.
Jongin had never been more relieved being extricated from an uncomfortable situation. He couldn’t let his guard down yet, however. “What’s your purpose?” he asked straight away.
“Are you okay?” Oh Sehun’s question took Jongin by surprise. “He didn’t do anything to you before I opened the door, did he?”
Jongin knitted his brows, confused by the show of concern but slowly shook his head. “What’s it to you if anything happens to me?”
Perhaps he should’ve reined in the bite on his words. Oh Sehun’s stunned face wasn’t one Jongin predicted to see.
“I’ve been watching since the influencer started hounding you back in the function hall,” Oh Sehun said, after a tense moment. “It was concerning to see you look increasingly uncomfortable with his advances. I planned on stepping in when you left in a hurry. I assumed the influencer would leave you alone after, but he followed you out, so I made my move.”
Jongin’s sensed his defenses lower the longer he listened to Oh Sehun’s explanation. Seeing the honesty on his face hinted at the truth of his words, which Jongin acknowledged with a nod. “He was being a nuisance. I could’ve handled it myself, but I appreciate the help. Thank you. And…” He pressed his lips together for a second. “I’m sorry I misjudged you." His voice softened uttering the last few words.
“No offense taken. I’d be suspicious if I was trying to get rid of a sleazebag and help came to me so conveniently, too.” Oh Sehun smiled a little. Walking out and away from the washroom together, he checked his watch and asked, “Do you like the food they’re serving at the party? I, for one, feel like I could use a plate of galbi mandu.”
Jongin furrowed his brows, intrigued and suspicious all at once. “Are you asking me to ditch the after-party and go with you?”
“If you want,” came Oh Sehun’s easy answer. “If you’d rather be somewhere else, or you’re watching what you eat for an upcoming show—which comes with the nature of your job, and I understand that—I guess I’ll see you when I see you again.”
They now stood a few meters away from the venue. Jongin looked at the doors that would lead him back inside the hall; then at Sehun, patiently waiting for his response.
Jongin straightened up. “That galbi mandu better be worth it.”
The strange twist to an otherwise near-ruined night morphed into an unexpected friendship. Although their respective occupations kept them busy and apart, it didn’t stop them from keeping in touch through other means. On the rare occasion their activities overlapped (mostly for fashion-related events), they would find time to have at least one meal together. Whenever Jongin stayed in Seoul for a relatively longer period due to work, Sehun carved time out of his busy filming schedule to meet up with him.
“And this has been going on for, what—more than a year?” Moonkyuu looked as perplexed as he sounded.
Jongin was unsure if he should laugh or take offense. He stirred his coffee while asking, “Is it so unbelievable I’m friends with him?”
“Not exactly.” Moonkyuu chewed on his cake first before expounding. “If we go strictly by looks, Sehun meets the criteria of people you tend to sleep with. He has the type of handsome face you love. What I don’t get is that more than a year has passed, but he’s still around.”
Jongin hummed; slowed his stirring. Moonkyu’s heavy insinuation on his last sentence wasn’t lost on him. Even without saying it aloud, he’d already made similar observations. He hadn’t hooked up or taken a one-night stand since growing close with Sehun. Initially, he’d chalked it up to being busy, tiredness after a long day of work, failing to find somebody his type—most times, all of the above. On the instances people did approach him, Jongin couldn’t stop himself from comparing their facial features, voices, mannerisms, and scents to a single person—increasingly, unfailingly.
Jongin had downplayed it several times. The most typical reaction when confronted with an unsettling truth. He had attributed such actions to frequently hanging out with and talking to Sehun for months without stopping. Yet all his denials had been crushed after an alpha model, who ticked all of his one-night stand criteria boxes, propositioned him backstage at a fashion show in Paris.
Under usual circumstances, Jongin would’ve accepted.
Under the current circumstances, Jongin had turned him down without giving it a thought.
“You’re not him,” had been Jongin’s reason. He had refused to utter the name, his last act of resistance against the strong, coaxing waves of acknowledgement.
Those very waves had swept him under when Sehun asked if he was free to have lunch together the following day before he flew back to Seoul for filming. Jongin could’ve laughed at how quick he accepted the invite had the fluttering in his chest not proved and taunted him simultaneously of what he long dared not confirm.
The fluttering in Jongin’s chest had become a constant existence, intensifying whenever Sehun spoke, laughed, smiled. It had announced its presence through the mere remembrance of Sehun’s name throughout the day; from the traces of his scent staying on Jongin’s clothes after an evening together; the surprising unwillingness to part after each meeting.
Even now, the fluttering surfaced as Jongin replied, “I want something exclusive with him.”
Moonkyu’s eyes widened, though his surprise faded fast and gave way to confusion. “So what’s stopping you? Is it your body count?”
Jongin shook his head right away. “He knows. He was sweet about it; told me he wasn’t one to judge how I wanted to live my personal life. Nothing’s happening because he doesn’t seem interested in being more than friends.” His lips curved down in a thoughtful frown. “I don’t understand. There have been so many signs that point to me wanting more. I show that I’m only handsy with him, and he’s equally as touchy, but Sehun thinks that’s natural between close friends. I told him I only go on short trips if it’s with him. I keep ringing him up to be my plus-one at all sorts of events that some reporters have noticed and asked. One time, I wasn’t feeling well after coming back from Milan--you know how extra grumpy I become when in a bad condition, right? Sehun asked if he could come over to drop some food or needed him to buy anything I needed, and my grumpiness vanished just from that tiny bit of care. I almost didn’t want him to leave when he arrived.”
Moonkyu looked progressively entertained by Jongin’s revelations. “All this, and yet Sehun genuinely believes you’re still within platonic boundaries?”
“Right? He’s unbelievable.” Jongin fashioned his lips into a pout. “It came to a point our managers and common friends asked if something’s going on between us. None of them seem to believe the answer. If even people around us are noticing, how can he not? Recently, I even went as far as hinting I didn’t want to spend my upcoming heat alone. I thought Sehun would finally catch on when he asked where I’d be by then, but he gave me heat resort recommendations instead!”
Moonkyuu burst into loud peals of laughter. “I can’t believe I’ve lived long enough to see the day Kim Jongin, mononymously known as Kai, model extraordinaire and famed heartbreaker, gets friend-zoned and blue-balled over someone he’s crushing hard on instead of the other way around.”
Jongin’s pout worsened. “You’re supposed to side with me as my best friend and say Oh Sehun should do something about his cluelessness.”
“I could, but would that change your mind about him? No, right? So why bother?”
Knowing there was no way to defend himself, Jongin let out a disgruntled noise before sipping his coffee. “Clueless he may be, but somehow, that makes him more endearing.”
“Oh, god. If you’re this smitten during the no-label era, what more when you’re official? Will I need an ear wash every time you brag in the future?” Moonkyu sounded terribly gleeful in his teasing; turned serious when he spoke again. “Honestly, I’m confused why you let this uncertainty last as long as you did, though I can see now how much Sehun has come to mean to you. If you want to be off the singles market before the end of the year, take a different approach. Sometimes, being direct is all it takes.”
“If he didn’t get what I meant about spending my heat together, there’s no guarantee he’ll catch on even if I spell it out for him.”
“Whoa, it’s so unlike you to lack confidence. This must really, really mean a lot to you.” Moonkyu gave a kind smile. “I’m positive you’ll make him see what you mean in a way that’ll be hard for Sehun to misunderstand. But if he still does… either find another way or start getting cozy in the friendzone.”
“Oh Sehun, do you have any idea how infuriating you can be when you want?”
On the phone screen, Sehun’s eyebrows slowly sailed upward, followed by a quirk of his lips and a chuckle. “Saying this as soon as the video call started? Alright, what have I done to upset my one and only?”
Sehun’s honeyed, coaxing tone should be illegal and shouldn’t be working too well. But as husband-deprived as Jongin had been recently, giving in was too easy.
“I had a dream during my afternoon nap today.” Jongin relayed its contents, bottom lip jutting out into a pout when he finished. “I woke up, remembered what happened after that, and got vexed all over again.”
Sehun’s tickled laughter wasn’t doing Jongin any favors. The camera shook a little; once steady and righted, it showed Sehun was now on the bed, sitting propped up against a pillow. “That was a whole three years ago. Am I still not forgiven for confessing I had a vague idea you might have feelings for me but convinced myself you were simply warm and friendly to everybody? That I wasn’t special, no matter how flirty or touchy you were with me?” He listed his head in faux innocence. A total contrast to the teasing glint in his eyes.
Jongin made a face at him. “Did you know I spent that specific heat and the next six months after utterly miserable because you made it impossible to move on?”
“Only about a hundred times whenever you’re upset and remember that distressing chapter of your life. You’ve been bringing it up more frequently since entering the second trimester, though.” Sehun sounded helplessly fond instead of bothered; reflected in his smile. “I’ve accepted you’ll never let me live this down, and maybe it’s deserved. It took a long time for me to come around and believe you truly wanted me in the same way I did.”
“I can’t believe I had to cry my heart out for you to be convinced I was sincere. Me! Crying over a prospective lover!” Jongin huffed out a petulant breath upon recalling that fateful night of confrontation, where his emotions had gone haywire, triggered by the sight of Sehun’s omega co-star being too touchy-feely with him in spite of the glaring lack of reciprocity during a movie promotion. “I never cried over the people in my past relationships. You were probably sent to humble me in that aspect.”
“How do you even come up with these thoughts?” Sehun asked with a soft laugh, a faint note of bafflement in his tone. “Don’t dwell on it anymore. We worked out where we went wrong, got together and got married, and we’ll be welcoming a new family member soon. These are more precious to me than anything.”
Jongin sensed tears coming from listening to the sweet, heartfelt words. “Come home already. It’s been too long. I miss you so much.” He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his belly, knowing Sehun could see. “Ddalgi misses you, too.”
Sehun’s gaze softened. “Just two more days then I’ll be back. You can hold on that long, right?”
Two days later saw Jongin tearing up again while standing in front of the full-length mirror of their walk-in closet. One moment, he was checking his reflection; the next, the telltale pressure behind his eyes upon inhaling Sehun’s scent steeped into the silk bathrobe he wore. Unsurprising—it was Sehun’s robe, after all. What made some tears fall was the fact Sehun had already landed an hour ago, yet it felt like an eternity was passing for him to arrive.
He acknowledged acting unreasonable. Sehun had told him traffic was heavy at the time he left the airport. Jongin had pouted at his phone screen when he received the message; replied, with the petulance of a pregnant and longing husband, that Sehun must harbor a secret enjoyment of keeping him waiting. In a corner of his heart, perhaps a grain of truth existed that Sehun had spoiled him too much since the day two lines appeared on the pregnancy test.
“Your daddy is taking too long to reach home,” Jongin groused, contrasting the affectionate tone of his voice, the way he stroked his belly. Talking to Ddalgi helped calm him down, sometimes. Other times, Jongin just ended up crying while talking about Sehun—like now, even when he intended to complain some more, but the words abandoned him.
After expunging all his emotions and tears, Jongin looked in the mirror again and frowned. He hoped the puffiness of his eyes and redness of his nose would fade before Sehun arrived. Besides, he didn’t stand before the mirror to practice facial expressions. Jongin fought the growing reluctance to part with the robe as he shrugged it off and hung it on the nearby peg rail. Taking a deep breath, he faced the mirror, examining his entire look with a critical eye.
Sheer, red mesh and delicate lace of the same color created the beautiful medley that was the halter babydoll dress. Its open front made generous space for Jongin’s belly but also teased the imagination of what it concealed beneath. Its matching over-bump, high-cut panty with a scallop waistband was breathable and stretchy enough to be comfortable for prolonged wear. Jongin was pleasantly surprised the panty accentuated the newly-gained curves of his hips and ass he didn’t possess prior to pregnancy and spent a bit of time admiring the changes.
Jongin turned around and slightly lifted the babydoll’s hem, smiling to himself as he eyed what he considered the underwear’s best feature: its front-to-back opening trimmed with exquisite lace to highlight the open-crotch detail. Initially, he thought wearing it left him too exposed for his liking; though the babydoll hid it, Jongin wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of his bareness in front just hanging about. But as he moved around the house to get a better feel of the lingerie, the more he came to like it.
Not to mention the lace framed where he was wettest and hottest at the back. Jongin couldn’t wait to see how Sehun would react.
The distant sound of the front door unlocking had never been more thrilling until now. Jongin’s heart was pounding so fast he wouldn’t be surprised if it tried to escape his ribcage. Hastily donning the bathrobe again, he walked out of the closet as fast as possible and perched himself at the end of the bed.
At that exact moment, Sehun entered their bedroom, momentarily stunning Jongin speechless. Video calls and pictures sent every day could never truly match up to the real, breathing Oh Sehun, who was a billion times more handsome in person, even when he just donned a simple, light blue button-up with the first three buttons undone and black slacks.
Jongin stood to meet Sehun halfway after recovering from his initial shock, refusing a second apart any longer. The first hug after seven days felt so warm and right that Jongin practically sagged in Sehun’s hold, wanting nothing more than to melt in his arms. He breathed in Sehun’s scent; sobered a little upon catching a whiff of mild citrus that matched the shampoo they used. Only when pulling back did he notice the strange dampness of Sehun’s hair.
“You showered?”
“Oh? Excited?” A suggestive smirk pulled at Sehun’s lips. The façade didn’t last, though, eyes crescenting while his lips curved into a tender smile. “Coming from the airport means a millions scents sticking to me. I don’t want to risk making you nauseous with an undefined scent, so I stopped by manager-hyung’s apartment for a quick shower. Good thing I packed the nectarine body wash last minute. I know you can more than tolerate this scent.” Sehun dipped his head low enough so he could nuzzle Jongin’s neck; a deep inhale, followed by a deeper exhale before pulling back. “I much prefer the honeyed nectarine of your scent, though.”
Jongin softened at his consideration and smiled. He puckered his lips in wordless request; smiled wider into the kiss that didn’t stop at one. “Welcome home.”
Sehun kissed him twice more before shifting his attention to the baby bump. “Hello, Ddalgi.” He pressed a reverent kiss on Jongin’s belly; smiled against the curve of it. “Did you miss Daddy? Daddy missed you a lot. Were you good while I wasn’t around?” Straightening up, he made a confused noise, eyes fixed on Jongin’s robe.
Jongin watched the slight furrow of Sehun’s brows; the gradual unfurling of realization, lips curling into a lazy smirk. Sehun reached for the sash loosely tied around Jongin’s middle then held his gaze.
“What did my beautiful husband prepare for my welcome home present?”
The seductive note in Sehun’s voice was too hard to resist. Jongin merely nodded in permission. Sehun untied the sash with a single tug, robe slipping off of Jongin’s shoulders and pooling around his feet.
Jongin’s pride soared at the way Sehun’s eyes widened, mouth forming an ‘O.’ Having been on the receiving end of such reactions for a good portion of his life should’ve made Jongin immune by now, but coming from someone so dear to him would never not be exhilarating and rewarding. He held out his arms and did a slow turn to give a better, full view of his lingerie, tamping down a smile when he heard Sehun’s sharp intake of breath.
Warm hands encased Jongin’s waist from behind, followed by a broad, sturdy chest pressing flush against his back. Jongin closed his eyes and tilted his head with a pleased hum when Sehun pressed the lightest of kisses on his pulse point, trailing higher and rewarded with a nip to the ear.
“Stunning,” Sehun whispered into Jongin’s ear, low, seductive. “You’re absolutely stunning. I can look at you the whole day.”
“I hope not,” Jongin quipped, giddiness coursing through him, lips twitching into a smile. “I didn’t dress up just to have you look. I distinctly remember you detailing the things that you would do once you came back.”
“Is that so?” A teasing lilt now filled Sehun’s voice, obviously playing along with Jongin’s coyness. “I did say all of that.” His lips began dotting kisses on the exposed parts of Jongin’s shoulder. His hands squeezed Jongin’s waist, heavy with intent, even as he turned Jongin around so they were facing each other again. “First, give me a kiss.”
On the first, sweet melding of their lips, Jongin couldn’t help sighing into the kiss. It had truly been too long, never mind Jongin’s perception of time was skewed. Everywhere Sehun touched left trails of fire in their wake, stirring awake a hunger that demanded to be sated.
Jongin was laid down carefully on the bed. Sehun didn’t leave him alone for long, lips seeking his once again. Jongin readily opened his mouth to invite Sehun’s tongue to curl with his, thighs spreading wide at the brush of a clothed, heavy erection against his own. He ran his hands along the length of Sehun’s shoulders, the broad expanse of his chest, craving to touch every defined muscle and ridge. One hand trailed low, untucking the shirt and reaching for the belt.
Sehun caught his wrist before any unbuckling could be done. “Not yet.” He bit on Jongin’s plump, lower lip as if to chide. “I want to worship you first.” He mouthed his way down, starting from the column of Jongin’s neck to the tease of cleavage peeking between the babydoll. Sehun dragged his tongue along the outline of the lace material stretched across Jongin’s chest, tracing the modest swells.
Jongin’s chest hadn’t fully enlarged yet at five months, though their noticeable growth in the past few days caught his attention. When Sehun’s tongue flicked over the nipple through the lace, Jongin cried out, shocked by the sudden jolt of electricity that zinged through him.
Sehun stopped immediately and lifted his head. "What’s wrong?" Concern filled his voice.
Jongin shook his head, a little dazed by the strength of his reaction. “It felt good—too good, actually. Just…” He looked down at his chest then met Sehun’s inquiring gaze. “My nipples haven’t felt as sensitive as they do now.”
Understanding showed on Sehun’s face. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop—”
“Don’t.” Jongin made a distressed noise while shaking his head. He clutched onto Sehun’s shoulders, nuzzling their cheeks together. “I was just surprised, but I like it. Hurry and make me feel good again.”
Sehun squeezed Jongin’s waist in wordless acquiescence, then ducked his head to suck on one nipple through the material. In the sweet time Sehun took to tease, the bra rubbed against Jongin’s sensitive nipples; sensations sharp, electric. Tingly heat radiated out from Jongin’s nipples, delicious agony building in his lower half.
Sehun was relentless in his purpose, circling his tongue over and around the clothed nipples; lavished them with light tugs and grazes of teeth. Jongin twisted with need, fingers tangling in Sehun’s hair, growing breathless. Sehun licked a heated trail down Jongin’s ribs; opened the babydoll’s flowy front to splay warm, reverent hands on his round belly to shower it with tender kisses. Sehun rose to his knees and undressed, chipping away at Jongin’s patience one garment at a time.
“You’re naked and I’m not.” Jongin couldn’t keep away the slight sulkiness from his voice.
“Gifts should be appreciated from the bottom of the heart,” was Sehun’s amused, playful answer. His hands settled on Jongin’s knees. “I want to show how much until sunrise.”
A sound between a laugh and a scoff escaped Jongin before he could tamp it down. “‘Until sunrise?’ You last longer than that, even outside of a rut.”
“I don’t want to wear you out too much.” Even though he said it as a tease, a gentleness pervaded in Sehun’s tone. “But I won’t say no if you can handle it.” He moved down and dragged a hot tongue against the wet tip of Jongin’s cock.
Jongin prepared to throw a retort, but a moan slipped past his lips, instead. Restless anticipation sharply rose—and plummeted when Sehun’s mouth strayed away. Instead of devouring, Sehun dropped fluttery kisses on the soft flesh of Jongin’s thighs, the bend of his knee and the back of it; skimmed his lips along the length of a leg. Repeated the journey on the opposite leg, venturing upward this time.
Jongin knew Sehun was doing this on purpose; but he throbbed front and back, anyway, while Sehun fashioned a bruise on the inside of his right thigh. Lighter, more fleeting kisses were pressed against the skin where the delicate lace sat, stoking already-burning embers. Sehun drew close, closer, breath fanning where Jongin was wettest.
“You’re dripping a lot.” Sehun collected the slick and ran wet fingers in slow, teasing up-and-down motions along the lace framing Jongin’s most intimate parts. Jongin whined, bucking his hips upward. “Going a week without my touch does that, huh?” He dropped a peck on Jongin’s rim, lips coming away shiny with slick. “But I’ll make it up to you.”
Sehun spread Jongin’s thighs as wide as they would go, then leaned forward to take a long, deep taste. He worked Jongin with his tongue, pressing it in for long, exquisite moments, lapping at him with its full width.
Jongin pressed back into the pillow, shudders of pleasure racing through him. He twisted and gasped beneath Sehun’s mouth, trying to say “more” but only managing a high-pitched sound. Fingers eased their way in after Jongin was relaxed enough, replacing Sehun’s tongue. Sehun carved a wet, searing path starting from the seam of Jongin’s balls, spent tortuous seconds laving on the underside of his cock, before ultimately curling a tongue around the tip and sucking hard.
The first waves of aching fulfillment began to crest within Jongin. The rough sensuality of Sehun’s probing fingers and insistent mouth coaxed out cries of pure delight; a shattering finish that seemed to last forever.
Only when the tremors ceased did Sehun still his fingers and eased off Jongin’s softening cock with a slick pop. Jongin tasted himself in Sehun’s kiss when their tongues reunited in a sensual, hungry caress that deepened his excitement. Sehun shifted, and Jongin felt the press of a throbbing hard erection against his thigh. Jongin reached down between their bodies and started stroking Sehun from crown to root, pace relaxed but measured, one that would give the most pleasure but without letting him reach.
Sehun swallowed hard, throat flexing with it. “Your touch feels good.” His eyes were screwed shut, face twisted in pleasure, hips moving forward to chase the tight warmth of Jongin’s fist. “You’re going to make me come,” he said, between grunts and whimpers.
“Not like this.” Jongin continued stroking, fingers slippery from the generous leakage of precome. “Not until you’re inside me.”
“Of course,” Sehun agreed, rather breathily. “Everything my one and only wants.”
With a pillow secured beneath his hips and a few more indulgent strokes of Sehun’s hardened cock, Jongin guided him where he wanted it the most. The first press inside was always the most intense, unfailingly rendering Jongin breathless and wanting. He arched his hips upward, letting his body plead in a way he could not at the moment. Delicious tremors cascaded through Jongin’s body with every searing centimeter introduced into his slick depths.
Sehun groaned his own agonized pleasure once he was fully hilted. He slid out and delved back with slow, purposeful strokes, building a steady, unhurried rhythm. With each maddening slide, Jongin clamped his thighs around Sehun’s hips in an effort to take more of him, deeper. Coherence vacated Jongin’s mind, erased by a frantic, needy heat that centered on where their bodies were joined.
Sehun propped himself above Jongin, careful not to put pressure on his belly. He bracketed Jongin’s head with their entwined hands, dove in for a quick, filthy kiss, then resumed wreaking havoc on Jongin’s senses. Sehun plunged again and again until his pace grew urgent; until Jongin’s breath became fevered snatches.
Jongin’s noises were rising higher, sounding more frantic with every strengthening surge. Sweet, sweet tension built in his gut, felt it in the tightening of his balls, spreading down to where they were lewdly joined. The first glimmer of an impending climax sparked, but the abrupt loss of the warm body above him and the fullness in him unceremoniously yanked Jongin away from the precipice.
Confused, utterly wronged, Jongin fought through his sex-hazed mind to muster a glare, protesting, “Why did you—how could you—?”
Sehun made shushing noises; rubbed Jongin’s thighs in soothing motions. “If you want to be knotted, it has to be in a position that’s most comfortable for you.” Without waiting for an answer, he rearranged Jongin with gentle care so he was on his hands and knees; made sure the pillow provided extra support for the baby bump. “I don’t want a repeat of that again.”
“That,” Jongin recalled, was the first time they became intimate after he graduated from a tumultuous first trimester. The gradual return of Jongin’s appetite and energy levels had meant the resurfacing of his libido, as well. Perhaps it had been a combination of wild excitement and carnal impatience, but neither foresaw that being knotted in missionary would put significant pressure on Jongin’s pelvis. Although the gynecologist had assured both Jongin and the baby were in the clear, it became a learning curve on how to handle bedroom matters safely.
“Then hurry up,” Jongin whined, throwing Sehun a desperate look over his shoulder. His body ached terribly with the loss of him. “I need more of you.”
“How bossy,” Sehun teased, even as he settled behind Jongin, palms on his waist. He scattered kisses all over Jongin’s back; let his lips linger on the skin above the panty’s waistband. He slid the length of himself against Jongin’s dripping, gaping rim, low groans rumbling in his chest. “Or should I say terribly indulged?” He heaved an exaggerated sigh.
“As if you’re not the top instigator behind that.”
Even through his grousing, Jongin strained the best he could, wiggling his hips in enticement to invite Sehun back. But Sehun shifted away; did it as many times as Jongin’s futile attempts at recapturing the lustful relief Sehun so cruelly withheld.
“Put it back in,” Jongin pleaded, after the umpteenth failure. He raised his ass higher in blatant invitation, slick pulsing out of him in rivulets.
Sehun leaned over Jongin, whispering, mischievous and unapologetic, “But drawing this out is the best part.”
“Getting fucked senseless is the best part,” Jongin countered, snappish.
Jongin failed to register Sehun’s answering sigh as a warning until he slammed the whole of him back inside. Jongin’s breath caught in his throat, body struggling to process the sudden, delicious invasion but quickly became drunk with sensation. This time around, Sehun took Jongin with a vicious force that left no room for further sassing and goading. He held Jongin’s hips to keep him in position, each thrust more relentless and demanding than the last. Jongin leaned forward on trembling arms and let Sehun have him, completely malleable to everything he wanted to do to him.
“More,” Jongin begged, voice shaking with desperation. Every slick, exquisite friction sent streamers of fire licking up his spine. Gasping cries fell from his lips, mingling with the obscene sounds of their moaning and sweat-coated bodies colliding. “Please, it’s—it’s so good. You feel so good.”
Sehun’s hand left Jongin’s hip and reached around to grasp and stroke him at some approximation of the same tempo. He rubbed his thumb into the space at the base of Jongin’s wet, slippery cockhead with ruthless precision. Jongin trembled under the force of him, surging into the cage of Sehun’s fingers and shoving back to meet his hips as he moved dangerously close to delirium.
“Sehun, I…” Whatever else Jongin wanted to say was lost in his stream of helpless, surrendered moans.
Sehun didn’t let up with neither thrusts nor pulls but seemed to know what Jongin desired. “Do as you want. I won’t be long, either.”
Exquisite shocks wound through Jongin, coalescing, climbing, culminating to a blinding burst of bliss that had him crying out and chanting Sehun’s name. Liquid heat spread across the underside of his belly with every twitch of his cock as his balls drew up. Slick poured out, the excess trickling between his quivering thighs.
“God, you’re drenching my cock.” Sehun’s voice was hoarse, his pace punishing. The squelch of his thrusts created a symphony of filth that mingled with his groans. “So tight. Gonna feel so good on my knot while keeping my cock warm, won’t you?” His rolling hips stuttered; then, with a guttural snarl, with a final surge, he held himself deep within.
Jongin felt Sehun’s pleasure spill thick and warm, moaning with every hot throb of his cock. He pushed back against Sehun with equal fervor, swaying his hips sideways to reap maximum effect from their release; teased the swelling knot with rhythmical clenches of his ass until it grew to its full, overwhelming size, fusing them together.
Panting breaths echoed in the bedroom, now heavily-ladened with the heady musk of sex and their twined scents. Sehun led them to lie on their sides, not forgetting to give Jongin a new, unsoiled pillow for belly support. Jongin leaned back against Sehun’s chest, drawing comfort from his solid strength and warm embrace. He craned his neck, seeking Sehun’s mouth, and smiled into the kiss that started out sweet before escalating to a heated tangle of tongues.
Jongin drew Sehun’s lower lip between his own, sucking gently. “Don’t think I’m done with you.”
Sehun laughed softly, rubbing his nose against Jongin’s. “I would be more surprised if you were. Your sex drive’s been sky-high since last month.”
“I’m about to set a new personal record, and all because I was left by myself, with nobody to take care of me for a week.” Jongin huffed, lathering the petulance on the second half of his sentence to make a point.
Jongin felt the rumble of Sehun’s laughter against his back; Sehun’s lips raining down little kisses on his neck. “Well, if anything else, the durability of your lingerie gets to be tested. How many times do you think it will take before the outfit is considered unusable?”
Jongin turned his head the best he could and flashed a grin. “Now we’re talking. Honestly, though, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep a close count. I’ll be too out of it because by then you’ll be deep in—”
Sehun disallowed him to finish the rest of his sentence with a kiss that left Jongin’s lips tingling and body reigniting. “Language,” came his gentle scolding. “I’ll try to count. We could make it a game with the rest of your lingerie and see which are the sturdiest.”
“Oh, no; have I unlocked something deep within you?” Jongin asked, feigning shock but absolutely thrilled. His eyes momentarily fluttered close in bliss at the rush of warmth in him, but it wasn’t enough to eclipse his playfulness. “This is only the first set. What else am I going to discover down the line?”
Sehun chuckled and pressed a kiss on Jongin’s temple. “Shall we find out?”
4:11 A.M.
noona
idk what sort of magic you weaved into your lingerie
but they’re sooo well built!
everything you gave me are still standing strong after a month of usage!
i think i know which one’s sehun’s favorite from the bunch
whenever i wear it
he gets this look
like he can’t wait to get me writhing again on his...
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Yewon-noona
8:07 A.M.
…
kim jongin
you punk
why the hell did you think i needed detailed commentary of your bedroom shenanigans at fucking 4 o’clock in the morning…?!
9:22 P.M.
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
sorry for replying late
just woke up
i had to share my findings right away before i forget
kinda easy when i have a very capable husband ;)
Yewon-noona
9:30 P.M.
thanks
i will pretend i did not see your last two sentences
good to know my creations are strong enough to withstand your sexcapades
will look into developing a new collection with even better materials in the future
9:34 P.M.
i’ll gladly model for it again
Yewon-noona
9:35 P.M.
you just want free stuff you brat
we’ll see if I can still afford your rates by then
9:36 P.M.
ㅋㅋㅋ need to pay it forward so other omegas pregnant or not can have gratifying sex lives too
Yewon-noona
9:39 P.M.
all hail kim jongin
one in a million supermodel
patron saint of fertility and mind-blowing sex
At the rise of autumn, the Daintily Laced collection was released and met with plenty of commercial success.
As the most prominent face of the collection, Jongin attended the official launch held at one of the swankiest hotels in Cheongdam. Given the target consumer of the lingerie collection, pregnant models from different trimesters sashayed down the catwalk to the beats of a carefully-curated playlist comprised of ambient songs.
Jongin’s belly had grown significantly now that he was seven months along, but it didn’t stop him from closing the runway show. Decked in a medley of sheer white lace and satin bow accents, the look was finished with a wispy, translucent robe that followed and highlighted Jongin’s every movement. The ensemble not only brought out the glow of Jongin’s sun-soaked skin and accentuated the curves and lines of his body, it also made sure to showcase his baby bump while drawing attention to the lingerie.
Jongin’s presence and outfit were met with awe and adoration from the press, special guests, and other notable industry names. Once the show ended and the after-party began, Jongin dressed in his second outfit for the event that was eye-catching and timelessly stylish but didn’t sacrifice his comfort. He entertained interviews from fashion magazines; answered with enthusiasm when asked about the lingerie collection, even making his own recommendations and citing which were his favorites. Jongin didn’t turn down requests for autographs and pictures; beamed at the compliments on his pregnancy glow and graciously accepted well-wishes for his baby.
At a rare interim, Jongin retreated to sit in a corner of the ballroom to rest his feet. Yewon had specially prepared this space for him, right where a scent neutralizer was directly installed. While no longer easily nauseous from a mile-long list of smells his body found repulsive, Jongin still experienced bouts of lightheadedness when he was surrounded by too many scents at once. The space also gave reprieve to his back and feet. At the first sign of their aching, he took it as a chance to rest.
Jongin picked at the hors d’oeuvres a waiter delivered. He’d given numerous glimpses at his phone in between pulling out a sigh from his lips since then. Never mind his eyes were practically glued to the device—he was sure only minutes had passed, but it felt like two hours waiting for the screen to come to life.
“You’re going to look like Tweety Bird if you pout any harder than what you’re doing right now,” Yewon jested as a way of greeting, sitting beside him.
“M’not,” Jongin mumbled, though his lips rebelled against him.
Yewon chuckled at the low-effort denial. “Are you feeling okay? Nothing hurts? That’s good, then. I kept my eye on you the entire time you were doing interviews. On the way here, I overheard the fashion journalists singing praises about you. Still the darling of the press and magazine editors, huh?”
“I don’t know about that. I only want to be Sehun’s darling, that’s for sure.” Jongin grinned. It didn’t last long when he checked the time on his watch, the pout making its way back.
Yewon laughed. “I sent him footage of your walk from all angles taken by my staff, but I’m pretty sure your fans and his might have already tagged him on Instagram. Still, I think mine is the best because it’s exclusively front row and focuses only on you.”
Jongin managed to smile. “I sent him selfies while preparing backstage.” The smile was short-lived when he remembered that Sehun had yet to see them, the yellow ‘1’ still stuck last he checked KakaoTalk—three minutes ago, in fact. He pouted-frowned at his phone screen. Despite having entered the third trimester, his clinginess had shown no signs of receding. Most days, it felt like an unending battle against irrationality, like assuring himself Sehun hadn’t abandoned him if he didn’t respond to a message within the hour but proceeded to tear up, anyway. Some days, Jongin’s rationality won the battle, surprising himself for being dry-eyed the entire day, even if Sehun ran late due to an extended meeting.
Tonight seemed to be slowly falling under the former. Tried as Jongin might to engage in conversation with Yewon, his attention remained trained on a phone bent on testing his patience. He was momentarily brought out of his reverie when Yewon enveloped him in a sideways hug.
“You said Sehun promised to come, and he always keeps his word,” Yewon assured. “The night is young. The party’s just getting started.”
Jongin wouldn’t have minded on usual days. Yet he couldn’t even recall the last time he was free from the influence of pregnancy hormones for an entire day. Jongin had innocently believed he would escape its clutches on the third trimester. Having burst into tears when Sehun had told him he was scheduled for a photoshoot on the day Jongin shared finalized details of the collection launch was proof he still had some months to go before his old, logical self could make a grand comeback.
Excited murmurs broke out at the ballroom entryway. Jongin couldn’t see what the commotion was about from where he sat. The moment he inhaled the faintest trace of bergamot was when the corners of his mouth rapidly rose.
In a room filled with so many people, Sehun possessed an undeniable presence that demanded attention. Jongin watched with pride, with affection, as Sehun simultaneously craned his neck to better sniff the air while entertaining press people who swarmed him the moment they realized who just arrived. Sehun, accommodating and patient as ever, engaged with the journalists and posed for pictures. Only after the third batch of press people left him alone did Sehun’s gaze finally locked with Jongin’s across the room, a loving smile spreading on his face as he walked over.
Sehun stamped a kiss on Jongin’s forehead; another, right on top of the bump. Jongin was sure so many photographers captured the moment; the question was if it would make it to any of the articles covering the event. That was a concern for later, however, more preoccupied drawing Sehun close by the nape, holding him in place. Jongin buried his nose in Sehun’s neck, body relaxing and aches fading from the generous inhales he took.
“Missed you,” Jongin murmured into the column of Sehun’s neck, nuzzling it.
Sehun stroked the back of Jongin’s head affectionately. “Missed you, too,” he whispered softly in his ear, a smile near tangible in his words. He gave the baby bump a loving caress and said, “Did you miss me, Ddalgi? Did you have fun at the show?”
“Thank you for coming! So glad you could join us.” Yewon grinned as she stood to graciously accept Sehun’s proffered congratulatory hug. “Did you see my messages?”
“I watched the videos very well on the way here,” Sehun answered, settling beside Jongin. “I expected no less from a supermodel. I’m so proud of you.” He slightly turned to Jongin when he said this; gave him a kiss on the cheek, too. “I did worry a little about you walking on heels, but you were confident wearing that it made you a hundred times sexier and more bewitching.”
Jongin beamed, warming at the praise. “I didn’t need to wear them for a long time, so it was manageable.” He did go through several pairs for a length of time before choosing, and twice as long to ensure the shoes could support his full weight. Then, recalling his earlier turmoil: “What took you so long to get here?”
“Uh-oh.” Yewon sounded like she was holding back a laugh. “I hear my staff calling for me. You just chill over here for as long as you want, m’kay? Sehun-ssi, tell me if you’d like to take a look at the collection pieces. Or Jongin can do that, too, if you prefer it.”
“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” Sehun gave a polite smile. Once they were left alone, he curved an arm around Jongin’s shoulders and pulled him close. “I’m sorry. The photoshoot ran over. The studio was facing lots of technical difficulties, and one of the models was determined to raise hell for everyone. I’d like to think he was having a bad day, but he didn’t have to lash out at the staff.” His eyebrows drew together in somewhat unpleasant recollection. Features smoothening out, he asked, “Were you alright during the show?”
“Everything went swimmingly except for one thing.” At the flicker of worry in Sehun’s eyes, Jongin couldn’t help cupping his face and smiling as he said, “The food here is good, but a bowl of bibimyeon and a plate of galbi mandu sounds really wonderful right now.”
The first slurp of bibimyeon was as divine as it was rewarding. Jongin nearly teared up from the medley of flavors on his tongue. The galbi mandu was flavorful just as expected, juicy and seasoned in the way that appealed greatly to his palate. After eating the last of his noodles, he realized Sehun was watching him with pure adoration and amusement. Jongin listed his head in silent question. Ordered a second basket of galbi mandu while waiting.
“You never said a word the entire time,” Sehun remarked. “Were you that hungry?”
“Not really, but the food here is consistently good. Couldn’t help it.” Jongin helped himself to a mandu from Sehun’s bowl. “Especially the mandu. I have special memories of them. It’s one of the five things I could stomach during the first trimester. A literal lifesaver.” They ordered the mandu so frequently during that tumultuous period, the owner had started adding extra portions when she learned of Jongin’s predicament.
Sehun gave Jongin the rest of his uneaten mandu. When the new order was delivered, Jongin took one but, instead of biting into it right away, held it stationary between his chopsticks and stared.
“Hmm, but it’s this mandu that brought us closer together, too.”
“Huh?” Confusion showed on Sehun’s face but gradually cleared in the passing seconds. “Ah, you’re right. Wellness product launch after-party. Almost four years ago.” A nostalgic smile spread on his lips. “Time certainly flies.”
At that time, when Jongin had followed Sehun on a whim (and to avoid more interactions with that annoying fitness influencer), he didn’t think his life would take such a drastic turn. Whenever snatches of that particular time in his life flashed on random in mind, Jongin couldn’t help wondering if he would’ve been as blissful as he was now had he turned down Sehun’s invitation all those years ago.
“Where are you straying off in your daydreams?”
Sehun’s soft, playful voice pulled Jongin out of his reverie. They left the restaurant but not without the owner giving them galbi mandu for takeout. (Sehun insisted on paying, but she threatened not to let him inside the restaurant next time if he did.) Despite the aimlessness, their feet had taken them along the stretch of the Han River. The summer heat had considerably faded in preparation for autumn, nights relatively cooler and perfect for slow walks now.
Jongin smiled, tightening his hold on their linked hands. “I was just thinking: what if I didn’t accept your invitation to grab galbi mandu?”
Sehun hummed aloud, listing his head as he pondered. “We might not have met again. If we saw each other at parties, we’d either nod to acknowledge presence, or engage in superficial talk then forget all about it when we leave the venue.”
Just the mention had Jongin’s gut churning in unpleasant ways, even if there was no reason to feel so. Huffing in feigned affront, he broke away from their joined hands to fold his arms across his chest. “Aren’t you so honest?” he sassed.
“You asked; I answered,” Sehun replied, a fond exasperation in his voice. “Our lifestyles and viewpoints were markedly different back then. Had we not been given a chance to get more acquainted, we’d have proceeded with our own lives retaining surface-level information about each other, possibly forever.”
The explanation wasn’t illogical. It didn’t mean Jongin couldn’t draw out his sulky façade. “You can be so unromantic, you know that?”
Sehun laughed. “You know I can’t mince or sugarcoat my words. I could’ve been blunter and said we might have ended up with different people—”
Jongin gasped—loud, dramatic, and intentional. “How bold of you to say that to me”—he clutched his chest; put on his best wounded look for full effect—“the love of your life, who also happens to be carrying our beloved baby?” His voice rose to an incredulous pitch, blinking in fake indignation.
Sehun was unfazed, unfortunately, lips quirking into a knowing smirk. “Yet even with all your complaints, you still married me, anyway.”
The smug affection coating Sehun’s words simultaneously placated Jongin and ended his jilted lover act. Heat scored his cheeks, which he tried and failed to will away. “You are so annoying,” he said, without any real bite, aware of his loss.
Sehun stood in front of Jongin to cup his cheeks, now sporting a wide grin. “Just stating facts. If you wanted me to be sweeter, I have other ways to show it,” he pointed out, laughing a bit.
Jongin prepared to retort, but Sehun disallowed it with a kiss. He felt his mouth tremble from the concerted effort of smothering a smile. Ultimately failed, but not without rolling his eyes as one last act of petty revenge—then made a petulant noise and shamelessly puckered up, knowing that would get him a second kiss. And did.
How amazing that out of billions of people existing in the world, Jongin was spending a lifetime with somebody who knew him to the depths of his soul.
“I really wish I could’ve watched the show live,” Sehun said, on the drive home. “It’s not every day you walk for a special collection like this. It feels like missing a monumental moment of your career, all thanks to a clash in schedule.”
Although hearing the regret in his voice was more than enough, Jongin could smell it from Sehun, too. Jongin wished for the same thing, as well, but some situations were simply unavoidable.
It didn’t mean an opportunity couldn’t be created, though.
On the next red light, Jongin reached out to place a comforting hand on Sehun’s knee.
“I was thinking about what to do with the remaining lingerie I received from the collection. I could wear them every day until the last set, but it wouldn’t be as exciting.” Jongin met and held Sehun’s inquisitive gaze, flashing him a faux innocent smile. The hand on Sehun’s knee traversed a slow, sensual trail up his thigh, fingers skirting the tempting gift hidden beneath the slacks. “How about I give you your own private runway show tonight?”