Part 53 - Ending #2, Part 3

Han Jisung sleepily woke you up with a kiss to your forehead and a ruffle to Hyunjin's hair, whose chest you were slightly drooling on, both of you still on the couch. You opened your eyes to him crouching by your head, a quirky, sleepy smile on his face, one eye squeezed shut. You quickly wiped your mouth and sat up, as Han's smile turned into a pout.

"No wonder I slept so bad," he scolded. "You weren't in bed!"

"I stole her," Hyunjin said with a grin, his gruff morning voice tickling you and Han both. Looking back and forth between the two of them eased your worries a lot, although you were pretty sure that it wasn't you that they might mind sharing.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, stretching and yawning. You blushed when you saw your panties still dangling around one of your ankles - at the same time Han noticed it, and with a roll of his eyes helped you put them back on correctly, pulling them up and you up into a standing position in front of him. He tugged at the sides of your panties, pulling you against him, then slid his hands around your back and gave you a proper good morning kiss, your waist folded in his arms.

"Coffee," Hyunjin rasped, stretching toward the kitchen. Han kisses down your neck to bite over the mark Hyunjin made, and you wiggle in his arms and moan but soon push him away. "Coffee?" he asks. You nod. "Coffee."

You giggle and nudge Hyunjin out of the way when you see him looking at the coffee machine like it's an alien. The three of you sit around the dining room table with your cups, only settling for a moment before there's a knock at the door. Hyunjin jumps up to answer it and returns with Chan in tow. He looks tired, like he didn't sleep at all, but has a sweet smile as he kisses you quickly on the lips before sprawling out in the chair across from you.

"You okay hyung? Want some coffee?" Han looks concerned, but Chan shakes his head.

"No coffee, and I'm fine, thanks. I spent a lot of last night doing research. I think we should have a meeting today and discuss everything..." You take a deep breath. It has to happen, you know, but you're really not ready.

"I was going to take her out and show her the area," Hyunjin says, sipping from his cup cutely. You put your hand on his leg and smile. "We can do that anytime, but I am looking forward to it." Hyunjin looks pleased, putting his hand on top of yours.

"Why don't you take her around this morning and we can all meet at the office around 3," Chan offers. He looks down and then back at you, holding your gaze. "I want to call in Lee Know, Changbin and Felix... as potential fathers they deserve to be there too." You nod, throat a little tight. You still can't believe this situation. You wonder what Chan has to share with everyone, but his gorgeous face is unreadable - and he looks so tired.

You turn to Hyunjin and hold his hand. "I'm a little tired today, still. Could we do it tomorrow? I'd really like to just rest today." He nods, unable to be upset when he sees how earnest you are. "I promise I'll be in better shape tomorrow. Will you guys let me talk to Chan a little while?" You look back and forth between him and Han and they suddenly understand, and both get up.

"I gotta go do some stuff at the studio today anyway," Han says, taking his cup to the sink and washing it, then grabbing Hyunjin's and washing it too. What a sweetheart, you think, heart bursting. Han catches your appreciative eye on him and blushes, dipping his head to the task with a little smile.

"I need to practice for that VRS appearance, so I'll do that today instead of tomorrow," Hyunjin says, nodding agreeably, his dark hair falling over one eye. He brushes it back nonchalantly and it immediately falls again. "So... 3pm, at the office?"

Chan nods. "I'll text you guys." You watch the beautiful pair as they fake fight with each other to get through the door, getting louder every minute. How did I get so lucky, you think, eyes falling back on your sleepy remaining companion.

Chan's face is a sculpture, his smooth alabaster skin glowing lightly tan on his nose and cheeks - barely kissed by the sun. You stand before him, taking his face in your hands, looking down at him as he wraps his arms around your waist. His eyes are so dark, pupils dilated; the delicate skin around them bruised from lack of sleep. You bend and kiss his lips, and he comes back for more when you pull away, slips his tongue into your mouth, standing now and biting your bottom lip, sucking it, kissing you deeper.

You turn wordlessly and take his hand, leading him into the bedroom. You take his clothes off slowly, and he sits on the bed and watches as you take yours off. You push him back to the bed and crawl on top of him, kissing him sweetly.

"I missed you," he chokes, gasping a little as you find his hardness and take it into yourself. You lean forward, kissing his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, and finally his mouth, clenching your muscles, causing him to raise his hips or risk having his dick pulled out of your heavenly wetness. "I missed you too. I'm glad you're here." You make love to him slowly, letting your orgasms build, finally throwing your head back and pushing up on his solid chest as you come apart around his thickness. He watches you with pure adoration in his eyes, and follows swiftly, jolting up into you with a little cry and a long moan, his fingertips digging into your hips as he grinds you down onto him. He doesn't push his head back into the pillow and yell at the ceiling like he usually does; this time he stays with you, his eyes on yours, and the look in them makes your heart do triplets. Your mouths connect again as you fall to his chest, and you roll onto your sides together, keeping your lips attached.

When you separate, he smiles at you, eyes sparkling. "I don't know if I've ever loved someone so much," he sighs.

"Outside of the boys, you mean," you laugh, and he shakes his head.

"It's different, but just as strong. When I think about you having my baby..." his eyes fill with tears and your heart breaks. You cradle his head in your hands, giving him a million little kisses, until he laughs and fends you off and you roll onto your back and pull his head to your chest. He snuggles in, sliding an arm around you and bending down to kiss your closest nipple. "You need to sleep, my love," you insist, pulling the covers up over the two of you. You don't have to convince him - in mere minutes he's breathing deeply in your arms, and you lay there with him, just thinking for a long while before falling asleep yourself.

Chan kisses you awake a few hours later, bright eyed and in much better shape, his strong body pressed against yours as he leans over you. "Hi baby. Time to get ready." You yawn and stretch. He pushes the covers back and picks you up, taking you giggling into the shower he's already got running. You wash each other, his big hands covering every inch of your body first, gently and lovingly. You take your turn then, your hands trailing soap across his broad chest and down his ridged stomach, across his back and arms, down his butt and his strong legs, putting you face to face with his large erection. You kiss it playfully on the tip and he growls, lifting you to your feet and pushing you back against the shower wall. He pulls your legs up around his waist and pushes his cock into you again, with much more controlled energy this time. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feel of his powerful thrusts, how easily he holds you onto him, how incredibly fucking handsome he is, how the sounds coming from his throat seem to stroke your body along with his hands. You love him. Of that there is no doubt.

You dress casually and don masks, a necessity in the area, with reporters and fans always on the lookout for idols out in the wild. Chan wants Chinese food and knows the perfect place. He calls ahead and there's a small private table waiting for you when you arrive. You don't talk much, holding hands across the table, exchanging smiles and kisses, eating and feeding each other. When they clear the table he takes both of your hands again into his, and looks into your eyes, biting his lip.

"Look, I know you probably aren't ready for all the questions you're about to get, but we need to make some decisions and some plans. We're not in a huge hurry, but our schedules will begin ramping up again very soon and if we don't have a plan... well, we need to have a plan." You can feel his need for control, for knowledge and understanding. You know him now, and you're not surprised.

"I know we need to figure things out. I'm just afraid, Chan."

He squeezes your hands, concern pinching his face. "What are you afraid of? I won't let anything happen to you, you know!"

You look down at his graceful, vein-crossed hands, holding yours tightly. "So many things. What if I hate it here? What if you fall in love with someone else?" You shake your head when he starts to protest. "What if the baby isn't yours, Chan? What happens to us? What happens to anyone who's not the father? Do I have to marry the father? Do I have to find out who the father is? Can't we just stay the same? I know... We can't all keep living like this, in a group relationship -"

"Why not?" He is smiling, earnest, eyes bright.

"Do you think Stray Kids will last forever, Chan?" His brow falls and he bites his lip.

"Maybe not, but we are all brothers forever."

"Brothers who will all want their own families one day. Who will raise their own children. Or cats, or whatever." He laughs a little at your Lee Know poke, and nods.

"I know. And I know you can't keep eight of us forever or have all of our children and I'm not asking that - " he rushes to continue, seeing the look of sheer horror on your face - "but I think with me and Hyunjin and Han, you can be with us all. We all love you. It might not last forever - who knows the future for anyone else - but I don't see myself ever wanting to leave your side."

You study his face, silently. In no sane world does one girl get three of the hottest men in the universe, but somehow you've managed it - for now, at least. It's overwhelming, the logistics it would take to make it work. Maybe it's just easier if you choose to marry whomever the father is. Easier for you, anyway.

Chan sighs and looks down, his hair curling up a little on top, making you want to crawl into his lap and play with it. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay? I don't want you worrying so much. Just know that you're safe and will be taken care of for as long as you want it."

You nod, leaning over the table to kiss him quickly. His startled little gasp is so cute it makes you giggle. You smile and pull him out of the booth. "Let's go talk to everyone."