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Wooyoung was always fit to be a father.
You may not have known it before, but you should've seen the signs as he took care of that role for Nabi even before she was born.
Seonghwa parted from the world when you reached your seventh month of pregnancy, leaving you a mess of emotions even worse than before. Your chest ached, you even forgot how to cry at some point, leaving you staring blankly at the walls he painted in the nursery.
Wooyoung stood in the doorway of what is now Nabi’s bedroom, but then it was an empty room covered in plastic tarp and paint cans. The walls were a soft pink, courteous to Seonghwa’s excited choice the minute he found out it would be a little girl.
You sat on the floor, your eyes heavy from the tears you haven't cried. The walls were still streaky from the single coat he had done—he had said he would get to it after work that night.
The tarp ruffled from underneath Wooyoung’s feet as he approached.
You didn't turn around at the sound—you knew it was him.
“.....y/n,” he hummed from the doorframe, his hands behind his back and his words shaky. “You should eat something.”
You continued to stare at the walls, feeling too much to the point it was like nothing at all. You looked down at your belly, the only thing left of him other than the little things he had sitting around the home.
“He wasn't the best painter, huh?” you scoffed, looking over your shoulder to see him. His eyes were puffy as if he were holding back his tears, too. “He bugged me so much to paint this room. He was so excited for her.” Your voice shook at the last word, and you turned back around to stare at the wall once again.
Wooyoung didn't say a word. He stood there for a second or two, but inevitably made his way over to you, sitting right in front of you so now all you saw was him.
“Hey,” he spoke softly, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders. “Leave the streaks. I think it's pretty much avant-garde.”
You looked up into his eyes, and you can’t help but let out a little chuckle.
His hands slid down your arms, trying his best to comfort you. He looked down at your bump, his heart nearly breaking for you. At this moment, even if his heart stops beating, you and that baby of yours will be the thing that brings him back to life. He is not going anywhere, and you will be his reason.
And you, even if you didn't realize it then, you needed him more than anything in the world—and you always will.
—
“So, it's over?” San asked you, his eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Just like that?”
You sat in front of him at your kitchen table, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I just….it’s my own fault. I’m sorry I dragged you into my life for a short time.”
He blinked at you, his gaze falling behind you to see Nabi playing with her building blocks on the living room floor. “I…well, okay. I guess I just wanted to make you happy.” he paused, eyes back on you. “I enjoyed spending time with both of you.”
You're eyes widened. “Oh, you did!” you cleared your throat, trying not to seem too crazy. “I mean, you were wonderful. Nabi has a hard time adjusting to new people, so please don't take it too personally. She’s only three, so….” you trailed off, fighting off the lump in your throat. You hated having these conversations and hated breaking people's hearts.
“I get it,” he nodded, his pretty eyes smiling along with his lips. “Thank you for letting me into your life, y/n.”
You smiled back at him, grateful that he was understanding. He will find someone for him someday, and you hoped it would be someone deserving of his kindness.
As if on cue, Wooyoung walked through the door without a warning, neither of you speaking about the other night since it happened. After you found out you had kissed even before Seonghwa, you both relived the moment, not going any farther since Nabi decided to cry for you mid-makeout. That left you both curled up together on the floor in her room and left you without conversation till now.
“Woo!” Nabi bellowed, her hair still messy from her sleepiness. She nearly sprinted to him as he took his shoes off at the door, not even realizing you had company. He swooped her up in one arm gracefully, planting a kiss on her forehead with all the love in the world.
“Hi, my little butterfly,” he gushed, pinching her cheek and spinning her around before looking up to see San. “Oh, I didn't know you had…company.”
You couldn't read the expression on his pretty face, but it was soon gone as he put all his attention back on the little one in his arms.
“Oh, girl, your hair is a mess!” he exclaimed across the room, setting your daughter down on the couch. “I gotta fix this.”
San watched the two banter like father and daughter, and an epiphany came to him at that moment. He smiled at them, and then at you.
“You know,” he tilted his head at you, genuinely picking apart your expression. “It was never going to be me, anyway. And that’s all right.”
You knew exactly what he meant before even thinking about it.
“Thank you, San,” you smiled at him. “For everything.”
He nodded, about to take his leave.
He got to the door, you trailing behind him.
Before he left, he looked over to Wooyoung. “Take care of them,” he spoke kindly, offering one last smile before he left, the door separating you from what could have been.
You stared at the door just like you stared at those walls all those years ago, your chest feeling heavy once more. You shut your eyes for a moment, knowing that San’s departure meant that your life was now all for wooyoung.
You turned back to face your home, seeing Wooyoung giggling as he tied up Nabi’s hair into little buns on the top of her head. She giggled just like him. Spoke just like him. Acted just like him.
You couldn't deny it anymore.
He was her dad, through and through. Seonghwa will always be her father, and he will never be forgotten, but wooyoung was here. He was breathing for you, for your daughter, for the world that revolved around you. The ring on your neck felt heavier than ever, and before you ran into Wooyoungs arms, you knew what you had to do.
“Can you watch her for a little while?” you asked him, and he looked up from his seat on the couch. “I have to go somewhere.”
He knew immediately from the look on your face that you were going to the grave. His hands paused on Nabi’s space buns. “Why….why don't we all go?”
You thought about saying no. About pushing him away once more, out of your mind, out of your thoughts, out of your life. But now, you saw the future more than you ever have. And he was in it, and will always be in it.
You nodded slowly.
“Okay, let’s go, then. All of us.”
—
His grave was neatly kept during all seasons. You couldn't leave it overgrown for one moment too long.
His plaque on the ground read his name, his age, his end of life. You bit your lip at the word ‘father,’ wishing he got to see her in his short lifetime.
You sat down on the grass, marigolds encasing his grave. Wooyoung held onto Nabi, her expression filled with confusion as they approached behind you.
“Hi, love,” you spoke, feeling odd that you weren't alone. It was always hard to come here, but you couldn't just stay silent, even if he wasn't here with you.
He wasn't in the ground, no, he was in the sky, the streams, the little butterflies that flew around you. He was in the waves and the rush of the wind. He was the smell of honey, of all things sweet, and was always, always, with you.
“Remember when you said that you wanted me to always be happy?” you let out a shaky breath. “It’s like you knew you were gonna leave me early. And… and I miss you. We miss you. I…” you sighed, fiddling with your ring. “And I fell again. Just like I fell for you.”
Wooyoung stood still, his breath caught in his throat at your words. Nabi was abnormally content in his arms, and she tried to fully understand what you were saying through that young mind of hers.
“I’m here to tell you that I will always have you in my heart,” you smiled, looking down at your necklace. “You will live within me. With all of us. With our daughter. And I opened my heart up just like you said. And he deserves to stay there with you, so I hope you approve, or I’ll give him the boot—”
“y/n,” wooyoung whispered softly from behind you. “What are you doing?”
You haven't discussed anything with him, or Nabi, or even in your own thoughts, but everything is crystal clear for you. You were going to love the hell out of Wooyoung. And he was going to love the hell out of you.
You ignored him from behind you and continued. “I….he loves Nabi. I love..I love him, even if I was afraid to fall. I love you, too, hwa. Live on with us, k?”
Your last words hit you as you spoke them, not realizing you left a few stray tears fall from your eyes. Wooyoung came by you now. He set down Nabi and knelt down to wipe away your love.
“Oh, cupcake,” he breathed, a huge smile plastered on his face. He looked so beautiful in front of you, his hair dancing in the wind. You wondered if seonghwa was the wind, flowing through all of you like he approved of your happiness. “I want to kiss you right now, but I feel like he’s watching me.”
Nabi perked up at the word kiss, plopping her body down on your lap, right between both of you. “Kiss? You want to kiss mommy?”
Wooyoung smiled brightly at your daughter, looking at you for a moment before looking back at her. “Always. She’s just so pretty, no wonder you are beautiful. Your mom gave you all her perfections,” Woo cooed, picking her up out of your lap so you all can stand up. “I love your mommy, too.” he had said, but he was looking at you as he spoke.
The walk back to the car was quiet, but the silence wasn't deafening. It was comforting, knowing that you were both falling down that cliff, but at least you had each other to hold on to as you crashed to the ground.
—
“Nabi, we gotta go,” you exclaimed from the door, needing to leave to take her to preschool. You were already running late after sleeping through your alarms. Thank god wooyoung barged through your home at the right time.
And when you turned around, you saw wooyoung holding onto her, and she clung to his neck with an aggressive shake of the head. “No!” she cried out, hiding her face in his shoulder.
You looked at him, tilting your head in aggravation.
He shrugged, holding onto her tightly with a little bounce. He gave you a face, eyebrows raised and a smile peeking through his lips. “She doesn't want to,” he hummed, chuckling as he swayed.
“Wooyoung,” you groaned, running a hand through your hair. “Please help, she listens to you better than me.”
His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long before he spoke softly to Nabi. “come on, pretty girl. I’ll let you put makeup on me tonight if we leave for school, how about that?”
She pulled away from his shoulder, her eyes curious. “Lipstick too?” she mumbled, tapping his lips cutely.
“Lipstick, of course.” he smiled.
And just when you thought you were controlling your emotions well, you wanted to cry at them in front of you. You held back, though, and wooyoung followed you out of the apartment with a huge smile on that gorgeous face of his.
After you dropped her off, you sat in the car with wooyoung, debating on leaning over and kissing him as your life depended on it. You haven't exactly spoken about what your future would be, but you never did get to have that one time of fun with him. You now know that you wanted many more times than just one, but if that's all you can get for now, then you’ll dance with your hands tied in hopes of him freeing you forever.
You knew you needed him—and you wanted him more.
The minute he pulled into the parking spot in the dark, dreary parking garage, you both sat in silence for a moment or two. The radio played on in the background, filling the space with sound as you sat quietly.
He was the first one to speak. “I hope you know that I’m going to ruin you,” his voice was rough as if he were holding back forever, his eyes forward.
You squirmed in your seat, swallowing hard.
“....in what way?” you asked him, letting out a sharp breath as you looked over at him. He didn't look over at you, yet.
And when he finally met your eyes, you saw them tear you apart as if you were the last humans on earth.
“In every way.” he purred, and without warning, he gripped your face with his hands, pulling your lips to his.
He kissed you with everything in him, his tongue gliding against yours and the roof of your mouth. You took a second to react, but once you processed, you climbed over the center console to straddle him in the driver's seat, wrapping your arms around his neck in utter bliss.
He moaned into your mouth, breathed into you, took your breath away. His lips covered your lips, your cheeks, your neck, everywhere they can reach. You craved him more and more as he kissed you, your hands tearing into his soft hair.
“I’ll get rid of my place right now,” he muttered against your lips, inhaling sharply as you grinded against his hard-on. He hissed, gliding down the strap of your top swiftly. “Fuck, I’ll just live inside you, how about that? That sounds like a dream—”
“Shut up, shut up, fucking hell,” you groaned against his lips, biting and pulling his bottom lip as he smiled. “We…we can't do it in here. Let’s go up.”
“Yes, a hundred times yes,” he breathed, feeling it hit against your face. You opened the car door, tumbling out with your strap falling down your arm and your hair disheveled. You looked over at him, motionless in his seat.
“Why aren't you….” you trailed off, looking down and widening your eyes. “Ah…”
He smirked at you, fixing his hair quickly as he waited for his erection to go down. “You did this to me, cupcake,” he spoke lustfully, and your chest tightened as he stared at you with those dreamy eyes.
You looked away shyly, knowing that this was going to be your first real time with him. Even though you’ve slept with others, this time felt like nothing else. You just stood there, laughing at him, him laughing at you, you both laughing at how you ended up. Eventually, he jumped out of the car and locked the doors, and you made it up to your apartment in time before he ripped off your shirt as soon as you shut the door.
“Jeez, you couldn't wait a minute, huh?” you joked as he unclipped your bra and tossed it across the room, his lips already on your neck.
He grunted in response, causing you to fall right into his arms.
You nearly gasped for air as he took your breath away, clawing at his back, fighting for air as you drowned in his attention. He whispered against the skin of your shoulder as he kissed you, telling you things you'd never expected would ever come out of his mouth.
“I swear to god,” he moaned against your skin, pushing your back up against the door with force. Your back arched as his hot breath hit your bare skin, his hands finding their way up to grasp your breast. You held in a squeal, tossing your head back as his other hand slipped past your waistband. “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”
You smiled blissfully as his lips encased yours once more, his teeth clashing against yours in a grin. You've never felt this way for years—your body ached for it. He was now your addiction, and it will never only be one time with him. Who were you kidding? This was intoxicating. Arousing. Delicious. You could swallow him whole.
As his delicate fingers pushed past your underwear, you let out a groan the minute he touched you. He curled his fingers up, groaning himself when he felt how wet you were. “Fuck me, holy shit,” he murmured, his forehead slamming into yours as he shoved his fingers into you. He moved them rhythmically, gently, all at once. You wanted to cry out, but his lips muffled yours. He made love to your mouth, his kiss erupting new feelings you never knew you harbored. You bit his bottom lip, tugging it slightly as his hand fucked you, and at one point, it was just not enough.
“I can't take it anymore,” you ripped his hand out, causing him to back up slightly with worry. You smirked at his disarrayed look, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He looked so captivated, his hair a messy pile on top of his head and his ears bright red. His lips were painted pink from your gloss, as well as slightly swollen from your monstrous kisses. You blinked slowly, walking towards him until his back hit the edge of the kitchen island, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe.
“Your….god dammit,” he sucked in a breath, love dripping from his gaze. “Your boobs are fucking amazing.”
You looked into his eyes, watching the light in them twinkle underneath the dim overhead lighting. He was confused, but as you fit right into his arms, setting your hands on the hem of his shirt, he understood when you wanted.
He quickly tossed off his shirt, landing somewhere he couldn't care less about. He smirked into your mouth as you kissed him, in a hurry to take off his shorts as your hands glided down the plains of his chest. You felt the ripple of muscle underneath his soft skin, sighing comfortably while he gently tried to take off your shorts.
And then there you both were, clothes everywhere but on your bodies, chests pressed against each other, heartbeats aligned, destined. He kissed you like you were his entire world, cradling your face as if it were made of glass. You let all your walls drop for him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifted you up.
He walked to your room, dropping you gently against the duvet. You didn't get to make the bed earlier, and you flushed at how messy you left it. He watched you blush above you, his lean body hovering over yours.
“Hey,” he whispered, kissing your forehead with all the love in the world. “If you think that I care about a messy room, you got it wrong,” his hand reached out, brushing away the stray hairs blocking his view of your face. “I prefer to make messes, especially in the bedroom. Prepare for me to rock your world, cupcake.”
“God, Woo,” you winced at his cringy words, but without them, he wouldn't be himself. This wouldn't be…sex with him…without some sort of banter. You enjoyed it because it was him. You longed for his jokes, for his smile. You loved how he held you, and even as he was about to fuck you, he looked down at you like you were his entire universe.
He smiled at you, his hair framing his face perfectly. You flushed as he stared, feeling all the love you ever had for him rise up to the surface. His lips were shaped like they were made for yours, his eyes crinkled as he smiled. His nose was immaculate, his jawline cut from the gods. Everything, down to the little freckles on his face and the sparkle in his eye, made you want to love him forever. He was your forever.
You looked up at him as he spits on his hand, and you held your breath as he rubbed his fingers onto your core once more. You breathed in, inhaling his perfection. The world felt like it stopped moving as he lined up to enter you, and before he did, he spoke one more time.
“I hope you know that this is not only gonna happen once, I take that all back,” he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, and then to your nose. “For real, I plan to like, fuck you so much that your brain turns to mush.”
“Sounds delightful,” you chimed, almost breathlessly. “Now please shove that inside me before I shove you off the bed.”
He curled his lips up deviously. “Yes, mam.”
Slowly, he pushed himself into you, filling you up with his length with care. He watched you as you shut your eyes, your hands fisting the blanket underneath you. It felt like nothing else, as if you were on a cloud, far far away from the earth without gravity pulling you down. He pumped into you, starting off slow, cradling your head to his chest. You so desperately wanted to cry out his name, but breathing in his scent was enough of a high. He smelled like sweat and vanilla, just as you always loved about him. You heard him let out a moan as he sped up slightly, tossing his head back as he fucked your body for the first time.
For you, everything felt new. When his lips covered yours sloppily, you wrapped your legs around his hips, causing him to move faster with a grunt.
“Don't make me cum already, that’s just low,” he whispered in your ear, taking a bite of your lobe as if it were food. You hissed in pleasure as he licked your neck, moving against your body, in and out, smooth like he’s done it a million times.
Maybe he has, but that didn't matter to you. What mattered was that he was here, on top of you, making love to you, and only you.
“I love you, y/n,” he hummed against your lips, the chain around his neck dangling between you and him. The cold metal met your lips, kissing them just like he would, and he pressed his own against yours as he moved into you harder and harder. “I….think I always have.”
You took in a sharp breath at his confession. You knew it, but him saying it during an act of love made your heart swell with all your might.
“I love you, too, Wooyoung.”
Suddenly, he flipped you over on all fours, smoothly without pulling himself out of you. You gasped as he did it, and as he continued to fuck you, you arched your back as he hit a new spot.
“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low as his hands tore into your hips. “My name, say it again.”
“Woo….wooyoung,” you cried out, his thrusts getting sharper and sharper. His hips backed against your ass, your face in the pillow to muffle your moans.
He let out a moan himself, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tightly. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he whined, his grip on your hips tightening. “Fuck, fuck. I…oh my god. I love you. I love you so much. I don't care if I ruin our friendship at this point for fucks sake.”
You smiled into the pillowcase, his movements slowing down, and suddenly came to a stop. He pulled out of you, breathing heavily. “Flip around,” he demanded, straddling you.
You flipped over to face him, confused, but you didn't say anything. He took in a breath, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna literally come so quick it's not even funny. I have to get you first or I’ll be super embarrassed.”
You grinned at his flush. His ears were still red as ever, his eyes hazy.
With one last look at your body, his mouth fit to your core like it was made for him. He ate you out with some sort of sorcery, you reached down to tug at his hair as you moaned. He slid his tongue inside you, dancing around you. He moaned against you, causing you to hiss sharply.
“Wooyoung, ah.” you breathed, looking down at him, catching you off guard as he was looking up at you from his position. That fucked you up, good.
He slid his fingers in while he sucked you dry, and right then, you felt your vision start to fade around the edges. You reached your climax with a rush, ears ringing and legs tightening around his head. He pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand sexily, and then without warning, shoved his dick right back into you.
How could a man look so pretty doing something so sinful? You pressed the back of your head hard into the pillow, your hands grasping at his arms. He sucked on your breasts, cradling them with his palm while he pumped into you, biting your nipple like the little brat he was.
“If you don't tell me no,” he huffed, licking your nipple before looking up through his long, dark eyelashes. “I’ll come in you. I wouldn't mind a mini-me running around.”
You chuckled, not having a care in the world at the moment. You weren't sure if you were going to regret it, but it felt so nice, you wanted him to come inside you even though you knew the risks. You didn't have any common sense in your mind as you smiled, not telling him no.
“I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, eyebrows knitting together as his hips quickened. His breaths shallowed out as he reached his high, gripping onto your hand as he came. He emptied into you, and you felt the warmth envelope you. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you.
“Holy shit,” he said, his sweaty face in the crook of your neck. You felt the hotness of his breath as he spoke. “Best. sex. Ever.”
“Mhm,” you hummed joyfully, gliding your hand down his spine. “Why didn't we do this sooner?”
“Don't ask me,” he smugly said, pulling out of your embrace and out of you to lay next to you. “You were the one that didn't see my sexy ass.”
You sighed, turning to face him. He blinked slowly at you, like a cat in love. “So what are we, now?”
He scoffed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Well, if anything, I will be the father of your future children. The grandfather of their children, the great grandfather of their children, the great-great grand—”
“Oh, shut your face,” you laughed, pushing your face into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you lazily, as if he was ready to sleep already at this time of day. “Seriously. Because if we do this thing, I don't know what I would do if we broke up. Or what….Nabi would do….”
“Cupcake, I promise I ain't going anywhere,” he breathed, nuzzling his head against yours. “I’ll grow old with you. I’ll definitely still be hot when I’m a grandpa, don't you think?”
You smiled, completely in love. “You would, of course.”
He gave you another kiss as if he’s kissed you all his life.
“I’ll be by your side,” he mumbled sweetly.
“For all the midnights we have left.”
—
Nabi sat on the couch, the buns wooyoung put in her hair earlier still intact. She looked between you and him as you stood in front of her.
“We have to tell you something, okay baby?” you hummed, leaning down to talk to her.
She blinked. “Okay.”
Wooyoung looked to you, and then back to Nabi. “I love your mommy.”
“I know that.” she babbled back.
“I love her like you love bananas.”
“That's hard.”
“Why?”
“I really really love bananananas.”
“That's not how you say it.”
“Yes it is, Mommy tells me I’m smart.”
“She must be on glue—”
“Okay, okay,” you sighed, kneeling down in front of Nabi. “listen. Mommy loves wooyoung very much, just like I love you,” you tried to explain, to which she smiled widely.
“Does Mommy want to kiss him?” she giggles, pointing at the man you've kissed almost a million times from the start of the day until now.
You nodded, careful with your words. “Yes, because we love each other.”
“I already know mommy loves daddy.”
Wooyoung choked on air.
“Holy shit—”
“Nabi,” you breathed, unsure of what to say. You looked to wooyoung, who was most definitely so happy she called him daddy, because, well, he raised her since she was born. He was a father to her.
“Your daddy went far away before you were born, remember?” you started. “And Wooyoung is also your dad. You have two.”
And with that, he looked over at you sharply, his eyes widening. “I’m what?”
“I know.” is all Nabi said, a huge smile on that cute face of hers. Seonghwa lives within that smile, and we will always be her father. However, Wooyoung deserves all he’s given her, and if he’s here for the long run, Nabi should be raised with a father figure.
“She already figured it out herself, baby,” he grinned at you, looking as happy as ever.
You smiled at him, unsure about the ache in your heart. You worried so much about telling Nabi, only for her to already know like the genius she is. You pinched her cheek with adoration, causing her to giggle in response.
The rest of the day felt like heaven. You did everything like you normally did—household chores, dinner, playtime—but this time, it felt complete. Wooyoung was always there, and you felt his true presence, as he played with your daughter, smiling with all the joy he could gather. He put her to bed for you, read her a story, and afterward, he sat back down with you on the couch. He laid his head down in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his hair.
“This is perfect,” he hummed from your lap, looking up at you. “I’m so glad I ruined everything.”
You scoffed. “You're such a schemer.”
“It’s my specialty.”
You paused, looking down at him as he looked up at you, your fingers gently caressing his cheekbone.
“Want to go to bed with me?” you whispered, so in love that it was starting to hurt your chest. You still hated him in ways best friends do, but best friends make the best lovers.
You followed him to your room, smiles ever-present on your lips. He made love to you again and again, careful not to wake his pride and joy in the other room. He dreamed of this, wished for this. You longed to feel this way once more.
It's the midnight kisses that you love the most. The way he looked at you—his eyes threatening you without words. He kisses you, you kiss him, and then you fall asleep in the comfort of his embrace.
Wooyoung, your love, your best friend. Your midnight love, your Sunday morning. He was your rainy day, your sunny day, and your forever, and ever, and ever.