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Jaemin is good at boundaries.As a doctor, he knows the exact line he can and cannot cross. He knows when to manage the patient by himself or to call a specialist and seek a second opinion. He knows not to overhear any colleagues’ stories that are not meant to be shared with him. He knows when to treat Jeno as a colleague and as a childhood friend.Jaemin is usually good at boundaries.But not this time.Not with the silver-haired man whose face resembles a living fairy and voice sounds like an angel.Even in the busy settings of the hospital, Jaemin can hear the sweet moans in his ears, soft and clear. He can hear the shakiness in the voice, gasping for more air, lips parted, eyes closed. He can feel the slight sting from the fingernails gripping his sweaty back and the way the slim thighs cling onto his waist tighter with every hard thrust.This is absurd.Jaemin can’t shake last night’s scene off his mind.It’s supposed to be a random hook-up. It’s just a one-night stand.But why, for God’s sake, can’t he forget every little details of the night?From the way the beautiful man introduces himself as Renjun, to the soft handshake, to the flirty whispers, to the make-out session in the car, to the real deal in Jaemin’s bedroom, up to this morning—this is absurd.Jaemin remembers everything clearly and they have been running in his mind non-stop now.“Dude—” a playful smack lands on his back as Jeno slams himself onto the chair beside him. “The records won’t write itself.”Noticing the lack of response from his childhood friend, Jeno nudges him harder. “Tough case?”“Tough life, I’d rather say,” Jaemin finally answers.Jaemin is a bright doctor. In fact, he’s the brightest of all. He’s the best among his colleagues, and the only reason he’s still there and not pursuing his masters in surgery is because his son needs his attention at this age. (Not that he’s giving Jisung that much attention now, but he assumes it’ll get worse if he pursues his masters). (Jeno agrees, somehow).Jaemin turns to his right and meets Jeno’s eyes. “Would you believe me if I said I met a literal angel last night? And now I can’t stop thinking about him.”Jeno pursues his lips. “Were you drunk?”Jaemin doesn’t drink alcohol. He despises the bitter taste that lingers on his tongue longer than it should, and he is against the unwanted effects of alcohol. So, a straight “No,” is the answer to Jeno’s question.He prefers black coffee, anyway.“Did you hit your head somehow?”“No?” Jaemin blinks a few times. Not that he can recall. Unless—“I hit the wall with my back though, not sure about my head, but I was kissing him.”Jeno furrows his eyebrows at the detail. “So it’s a no,” Jeno cuts him before he can go any further, “And I don’t wanna hear any filthy stories. You can save the story for Haechan. He loves all the details.”A scoff escapes Jaemin’s lips. “Hell no I’m telling Haechan about this,” Jaemin makes a disgusted face, “he’s gonna tell everyone about it.”Jeno shakes his head and starts typing his patient’s records on the tablet. “What’s so special about this angel you’re talking about?”A lot.“I’m gonna have to tell you from the beginning.”
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It’s Jaemin’s rare night-off. He has been on-call for the past three days since Kevin’s sudden resignation to pursue his interest in baking.Jaemin’s usual night-off is him watching an astronomical documentary with his son, Jisung, until one of them falls asleep on the couch.Tonight is different, though.His mother volunteers to take care of Jisung for the whole night for Jaemin to go out (and meet someone).“Go enjoy your youth. You’re not getting any younger, you know,” she says through the phone call. “You’re always busy working, you should at least use this time to find someone.”The thing is, Jaemin is wonderfully content with his life as a single father. He made the decision to have a child of his own 5 years ago, and now that he is blessed with his own biological child, a walking beam of happiness, he is happy with his life.He can raise Jisung alone (with the help of his mother who lives 2 streets away), so he doesn’t find the urgency to find a partner. And he’s not sure if anyone is able to accept him and Jisung as a package deal. Especially since he is always busy with work, and Jisung needs a lot of attention and love, the challenges will be a lot.A sane person won’t find it enticing.“I heard the bar near your hospital is full of pretty people,” his mother adds, the sounds of pots clacking in the background, “You should check it out.”Before Jaemin can protest by saying that he doesn’t drink alcohol, his mother ends the call, “I’m gonna cook kimchi fried rice for Jisung now, son. Bye-bye! Don’t come home before you check the place out, yeah? Love you!”An hour later, Jaemin finds himself sitting before the bar counter a little too early than most people. The bar is only occupied by a few people. The music is too loud to his liking, the bass blasting from the speakers, and he is so close to exiting the bar before he is being approached by a pretty man.“Can I join you?”To be honest, Jaemin doesn’t even hear his voice, but Jaemin is good at reading lips. And this man’s lips are luscious and glossy under the dimmed lights.He doesn’t wait for Jaemin’s reply as he slides in the empty seat beside Jaemin.“One fruit punch, please.”Noticing the absence of glass before Jaemin, the man leans in, “Order something. It’s on me.”His voice sends chills down Jaemin’s spine. It’s soft, laced with honey, and sounds like an angel.Jaemin turns to his right and is speechless by how close their faces are. From that close, Jaemin can see how beautiful the man is – doe-like eyes that sparkle under the lights, pointed nose, cherry pink blushing cheeks, full lips forming a flirty smile, and sharp jawline. He seems surreal, like a fairy.“Do you do this often?” Jaemin almost yells to overcome the loud music.“Only to people I’m interested in,” the man leans in again. “You’re one of the few people.” He flashes Jaemin a sultry smile as he tucks his hair behind his ear—that’s when Jaemin notices he wears a half-ponytail.Damn, he looks too good to be true.“One virgin mojito,” Jaemin finally orders to distract himself from staring at the man for too long.“I’m Renjun,” the man offers his hand, which Jaemin gladly takes.“Jaemin.”Renjun observes Jaemin from head to toe. Jaemin is clad in a white shirt and a plain royal blue tie with his blazer folded into half on his lap.“You’re an office man?”“Kinda,” Jaemin replies. Jaemin never tells a stranger that he is a doctor. He’s practically not lying. The hospital is his office, even though he doesn’t do what normal office workers do – prolonged sitting.“Well,” Jaemin stares at Renjun’s clothing, “I assume you don’t work at the office?”Renjun wears a crop top that shows his tiny waist and a pair of skinny jeans that hugs his hips perfectly, accentuating his slender figure.Their drinks are served.Renjun flashes his pretty smile at the barista before turning to Jaemin with the exact same smile. “I’m an artist.”If jealousy is creeping into Jaemin’s heart up to his cheeks, he certainly doesn’t flinch.Renjun takes a small sip at his punch before Jaemin whispers, “Can you draw someone as pretty as you?”Jaemin drinks in the floral scent from Renjun’s neck, inhaling deep as if he wants the scent to be embedded in his brain.“Depends,” Renjun turns his head. Their lips are a few inches away. “I might be able to draw so beautifully when I get inspirations.”Jaemin’s eyes meet Renjun’s. “How?”Renjun breaks the eye contact and shifts his gaze to Jaemin’s lips. His fingers slowly trail towards Jaemin’s neck and pull him closer. “Like this,” he closes his eyes and presses his lips against Jaemin’s.Renjun tastes like peach and honeydew. His tongue is smooth against Jaemin’s wet cavern, dancing gracefully, exploring each inch shamelessly. He lets out a few moans in between the kisses while his sinful fingers find themselves in front of Jaemin’s zipper, right under the blazer on his lap.And Jaemin is painfully hard.“Let me be honest, I’m here for this,” Renjun’s dreamy gaze stuns Jaemin, “so if you’re not up for it, we can stop.”Jaemin doesn’t usually do one-night stands. His last one was about a year ago, and that was because he was given a dare to drink Minhyuk’s strong cocktail. He totally regretted the night.This time, however, is different.Something is pulling Jaemin towards Renjun as if they are of the opposite sides of the magnet, and Jaemin is not strong enough to resist Renjun’s mesmerizing charms.“I’d be an idiot to stop now,” Jaemin places a soft kiss on Renjun’s lips. “My place?”
Jaemin almost loses his mind at the way Renjun suggests to suck him off right there and then the moment they enter the car. His cock is leaking from the thought, but he gathers all his remaining sanity to keep Renjun in the passenger seat and wait until they reach his home.“Are you sure you can drive like that?” Renjun implies the obvious tent bulging from Jaemin’s dress pants. “I can help you with it in 5 minutes, you know,” he flashes Jaemin a smirk, “I’m good at it.”Jaemin’s eyes are on the road ahead as he replies, “I don’t doubt it, but it’s just a matter of preference.”Jaemin doesn’t want his car to smell like sex. And he certainly doesn’t want to remember having a good sex every time he enters the car.He would rather opt for his bedroom. At least it’s a safe place for him to let his imagination run wild and pleasure himself later.“How clean are you?”Jaemin pauses at the question. The red light of the traffic fills his sight, and he turns to Renjun with a raised eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re already on the way towards my place.”Renjun shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt to ask.”“You should’ve asked earlier,” Jaemin reminds, “what if I have STD?”The green light flashes and the car continues moving.“It’s not my fault you’re too handsome that I forgot to ask it beforehand,” Renjun slumps in the seat, lips pursue into a pout. “And you didn’t even bother to ask me anyway…”Talking about STD, Jaemin is not sure if he has condoms at home. Oh damn.“Are you clean?” Jaemin’s voice is hesitant.“Very clean,” Renjun answers with confidence, “I checked last month, but I get myself checked every 3 months.”“When’s your last intercourse?”Jaemin starts to sound like a doctor, and he hopes Renjun doesn’t notice much.“2 months ago.” Renjun shifts in his seat, “or was it 3 months ago? Around that timeline. But I always wear protections.”The traffic is red again. They have another two traffic lights to pass through until they can finally reach Jaemin’s home.“So…” Renjun’s fingers trail along Jaemin’s strong thigh, dangerously close to his hard-on. “What about you?”“Guess,” Jaemin manages to answer with a deep breath as he recollects his sanity.“With your size,” Renjun brushes against the bulge, “I’m guessing your last fuck was three days ago, and you’re probably not as clean as I’m hoping you to be.”Jaemin holds in his breath. “If your guess is right, is the plan still on?”Renjun withdraws his hand and points at the green light. “You can use your mouth,” he suggests nonchalantly, “or your fingers. You have thick long fingers, I noticed,” he chuckles lightly, “anything will do. I just want some inspirations tonight.”Two can play the game.“It’s such a shame,” Jaemin whispers, “I have good stamina.”Renjun lets out a deep sigh. “I’m not taking any chances, but the protection should protect me from the STDs, right?”Satisfied with Renjun’s answer, Jaemin says honestly, “I’m clean. My last hook-up was about a year ago. I haven’t slept with anyone since then.”He hears an audible gasp from Renjun.“Are you kidding me?”“I wish,” Jaemin plasters a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.It’s not like he doesn’t have the interest. As a man, he has needs to satisfy. But he is a single father and a doctor at the same time. His job is already so busy, and the limited spare time he has must be spent with Jisung. If he’s lucky, he’ll get to have a long warm bath and touch himself there, under the water. Sometimes he gets to lock his room and pleasure himself while watching the only account he’s subscribed to (more like Jeno forced him to subscribe because “you need something to imagine,”). But he doesn’t have time to meet anyone for even a quick make out session.“That’s great,” Renjun beams, “I must’ve been very lucky tonight.”
Rather, Jaemin is the lucky one, indeed.Renjun is an expert with his mouth. Every playful lick is electrifying, and with every harsh suck, Jaemin thinks he’s ascending towards heaven.Is this how heaven looks like?To have an angel as pretty as Renjun kneeling on a pillow (Jaemin doesn’t want his pretty knees to be tainted with marks from the carpet), hands gripping Jaemin’s hips, head bobbing up and down Jaemin’s impressive length, mouth full, with strings of saliva threatening to fall from the corner of his lips.“Mmhh—” Renjun moans, radiating delicious vibrations along Jaemin’s length. He looks up to meet Jaemin’s stare and Jaemin swears he sees a hint of smile pasted on Renjun’s face for a split second before a particularly delicious suck that sends Jaemin to the edge.Jaemin grabs a handful of Renjun’s ponytail. As if Renjun can read his mind, he gives Jaemin a nod.And Jaemin starts fucking his mouth to his liking – fast and hard.Renjun’s mouth is better than any toys he has. It’s warm, small, and tight.“I’m—” Jaemin is close. He’s seeing flashes of black and stars in his eyes. He tightens his grip on Renjun’s hair and thrusts harder until he spills in Renjun’s mouth.His fingers loosen their grip on the hair and start caressing it instead, as Renjun licks every liquid clean. He places a soft kiss on the tip of Jaemin’s cock before he stands up with a sultry smile, hands unbuttoning his own pants.Jaemin’s chest heaves from the mountain of pleasure. His mind is running wild with all the things he wishes to do on Renjun, but his hands are faster. He pulls Renjun into a wet open-mouthed kiss as he helps the man take off his clothes.Renjun’s boxer is wet with pre-cum, and Jaemin, being out of his mind, brings it towards his nose and inhales the manly scent for a second before Renjun throws it away and distracts him with another kiss.Jaemin’s fingers wrap around Renjun’s cock and runs them along the length.“Ahh, Jaemin…” Renjun moans breathlessly in his ears, head resting against Jaemin’s broad chest. “Don’t tease,” Renjun begs. “Please get to it straightaway. I can’t hold back any longer.”Renjun brings Jaemin’s fingers towards his hole and gestures him to insert his long fingers.Jaemin somehow manages to grab the bottle of lube from his bottom drawer and squirts a generous amount on his fingers. He doesn’t want to hurt Renjun in any way.“I’ve stretched myself, but I don’t think it’s enough to fit you,” Renjun manages to say, “you’re really big.”Jaemin is long and thick. He knows it. All his previous hook-ups mention the same thing, but he doesn’t know why there are butterflies fluttering in his stomach when Renjun says it.“More,” Renjun instructs as Jaemin fingers him with two fingers.“Are you sure?” Jaemin is hesitant.Renjun looks up to meet Jaemin’s eyes and furrows his eyebrows. “Have you seen your cock? You’re huge. Two of your fingers are nothing compared to your cock later.”That’s cute, Jaemin thinks, how impatient Renjun is.Renjun flinches from the insertion of the third finger, eyes shut as he tries to even out his breathing.Upon seeing Renjun withstanding the burning pain from the stretch, Jaemin squirts more lube and slows down his pace. He wants this experience to be enjoyable for both of them.“You okay, baby?” Jaemin showers soft kisses around Renjun’s nipple to distract him, “Let me know when I can enter you.”Renjun moans at every stretch. “Give me a minute,” he replies, before his hands grab Jaemin’s jaw and pull him for a wet kiss.“I don’t normally kiss anyone this much,” Renjun manages to say in between the kisses, “but you’re a fucking good kisser.”“Oh baby,” Jaemin smirks, “you haven’t felt me yet.”Renjun pauses and gazes at Jaemin’s hazel eyes.Renjun looks gorgeous this way. With beads of sweat on his hairline, half-lidded eyes burning with lust, flushed cheeks, and slightly swollen lips, Renjun looks surreal.“Do it now. Make me feel good.”Jaemin catches the breath he forgets to take upon the eye contact. He then hovers on top of Renjun, pushing Renjun’s folded knees away to make some space for him, and closes the gap between them. He brings his standing cock near Renjun’s testes and takes Renjun’s red cock together with his in his hand.The size difference awakens something in him.He seems enormous against Renjun’s average size, and he needs to indulge Renjun whole.He wants to make him feel so good he can barely think straight anymore.Jaemin runs his hand along their shafts slowly, giving just the right amount of pressure, as Renjun whimpers, “enter me, please. I wanna feel you.”Three more strokes and Jaemin finally lines his length with the loosened hole. “Deep breath, baby,” he speaks before he slides his cock in.A particularly loud moan escapes Renjun’s sinful lips. “Shit,” Renjun breathes, “so fucking good.”Jaemin thrusts in and out, eyes glued to the way Renjun’s hole swallows him whole, chest heaving. His grunts follow each slide against the warm hole. His pace is steady as he brings Renjun’s legs around his waist and he bends his body to shower soft pecks along Renjun’s neck.The squelching sounds coming from their action are filthy. Combined with Renjun’s sweet moans in his ears, the whole situation feels surreal. Jaemin has never imagined he would be fucking an angel in his bed.The sensual mood is partially ruined when Jaemin’s phone rings, which startles them both.Jaemin stretches his hand to grab his phone beside the night lamp and looks at the caller’s name.Dr Kim Younghoon, his colleague.Jaemin blinks a few times, contemplating whether he should take the call or not. His thrusts become shallow as he presses the green icon, earning a raised eyebrow from the pretty man under him.He puts his index finger in front of his lips, signaling Renjun to tone his voice down.“Yes,” Jaemin speaks steadily, “what is it?”He doesn’t stop. He can’t stop, anyway.“Your patient, bed 21, Jung Minhyuk, was he still bleeding during your shift?”“No,” Jaemin breathes in, holding back his grunts. “No hematuria at all. His urine was clear after the irrigation. I wrote that in the report.”“Well, he’s passing out fresh blood now, and his hemoglobin is only 6 g/dL. I’m gonna transfuse him some blood and irrigate him again.”Talking about work stresses him out that he accidentally thrusts hard into Renjun.“O- okay,” Jaemin sighs, “I’ll book the OR for emergency TURBT tomorrow. I’ll inform Dr Lee during the round later.”Before Younghoon can say anything else, Jaemin hangs up.“You’re a doctor?” Renjun asks with a raised eyebrow.“Sorry,” he apologizes.“Sexy,” Renjun pulls Jaemin in for a kiss, “A handsome doctor is fucking me.”“I’ll pick up the pace, yeah?” Jaemin looks up and meets Renjun’s eyes for a brief second. “Hold on tight.”Renjun encircles his hands around Jaemin’s broad back, short nails digging into the flesh.Jaemin puts more pressure on his thrusts and ensures he hits Renjun’s prostate with each thrust. His pace is unforgiven. He seems like a sex-deprived lustful monster who is about to fuck Renjun’s brain out.Renjun can barely form any words as he moans endlessly. His cock is leaking a lot, and with the increasing pace, he suddenly comes without notice. His cum is splashed on Jaemin’s abdomen, warm and sticky.Renjun whines as Jaemin doesn’t stop his thrusts. In fact, he moves faster, chasing for his own high that seems near now.“Stay with me,” Jaemin groans when Renjun shuts his eyes as he rides the waves of euphoria.Jaemin lifts Renjun’s small body and turns it around. With those round hips in the air, Jaemin kneels and enters him again, faster, this time. His hands hold those plump flesh tightly as he hits Renjun’s prostate again and again.Renjun’s whole body shakes upon the overstimulation and Jaemin is too blinded by his own lust to stop now.It’s almost there.He’s almost on the edge.One more hard thrust and he spills his juice inside Renjun.Hairs all over his body stand up over the heightened pleasure as he lazily thrusts into Renjun to ride his high. The thick liquid trinkles down the hole following each slide.“Kiss me,” Renjun instructs, face against the pillow.Jaemin turns him around again and slides his tongue into Renjun’s mouth.“You did great, baby,” Jaemin praises, fingers playing with Renjun’s nipples. “Sorry I didn’t give your nipples that much attention just now,” he places a peck on each of them, followed by a quick lick, “I happen to love your lips more.”Renjun chuckles lightly. “No worries,” he breathes, “you made me feel good, either way.” They share another kiss before Renjun points out, “are you planning to stay inside for the whole night?”Jaemin hurriedly shifts in his position and slides his cock out. He stares at the beautiful mess they made, almost in awe, before a slap of realization hits him right in the face.He didn’t wear a condom.And he came in Renjun.Double trouble.He hesitantly looks at Renjun with an apologetic face. “Baby—I mean, Renjun—” he speaks, voice cracking a little. “I made a big mistake. I’m so, so sorry.”Renjun blinks, unaware of the situation. He is puzzled.“I didn’t put on condom,” Jaemin admits, “sorry.”Jaemin is never this careless. He never forgets to wear protection.What has gotten into him?He is a doctor, and he is well-aware of the safe sex practice.“I know,” Renjun’s lips form a small smile. “I’m well-aware that you’re not wearing condom.”“And you don’t bother to tell me?”Jaemin thinks he notices how Renjun’s cheeks become redder. Renjun looks away before he says in a low tone, “I just wanna feel you raw.”“O- Oh,” Jaemin stutters, “okay…” Jaemin looks at the dirty sheet. “Let’s wash up. I’m gonna change the sheet afterwards.”Renjun breaks out a yawn. “I’m sleepy,” he pouts. “Can we just sleep?” Renjun pulls Jaemin to lie down beside him and puts his hand around him, head nuzzling against Jaemin’s bare chest. “Just a few minutes…”Apparently, Jaemin doesn’t sleep well knowing that the sheet is dirty.When he notices Renjun is deep in his slumber, he proceeds to lift Renjun and change the sheet. He then cleans Renjun with a wet and warm towel as much as he can, but Renjun seems to be too exhausted to even flinch.Jaemin puts on his pants and goes to Jisung’s room once he is done with the cleaning. His son is sleeping soundly in his cold room. He places a soft peck on Jisung’s forehead and increases the temperature of the air-conditioner before he exits the room and lies beside Renjun.It feels surreal.Jaemin doesn’t want the night to end.
Jaemin warns Renjun about this—kind of.Maybe in between his mumbles before they go to sleep, he’s not sure. But he confirms somewhere in his mind that he does tell Renjun what’s about to come in the morning.That’s a common courtesy, especially for a father like him.He must’ve told Renjun something about his lovely child, Jisung.Or not—But judging from the surprised look on Renjun’s sleepy face, Jaemin probably forgets to mention Jisung to him. Or maybe Renjun didn’t listen.Renjun’s eyes widen as the sight of Jisung greets him and he looks down to see him wearing an oversized shirt that writes ‘Best Dad Ever’ and stops way above his mid-thighs. He then turns his gaze towards Jisung as if he is confirming Jisung’s presence.“You didn’t tell me you have a literal child in your home!” Renjun yells as realization hits him, sprinting towards Jaemin’s room to get any kind of pants.Jisung blinks at the scene unfolding before him. “Your friend is funny,” Jisung remarks, shoving a spoonful of cereal with milk into his mouth. “And pretty, too…” Jaemin thinks he hears Jisung adds softly, but it can be his own mind making up such things.Jaemin flips the omelet on the pan and turns to Jisung. “Sorry I didn’t tell you I have a friend coming over,” he flashes an apologetic smile.Jisung is not fond of strangers.“No worries,” his child replies, “Nanna told me already.”Jaemin pauses.Nanna? His mother? Told Jisung he’s gonna have a friend over?Before Jaemin can ask for further clarification, Renjun appears from the corner of his eyes.The man now looks kempt – brushed hair, washed face, and is clad with full clothing appropriate for all ages.“Hello,” Renjun greets them, but mostly Jisung as he keeps his eyes glued on the 5-year-old child. “I’m Renjun.”“I’m Na Jisung, 5 years old!” Jisung bows with excitement.Jaemin raises his eyebrows. Jisung is not usually that excited upon seeing strangers.It must’ve been his mother…“I’m making omelet,” Jaemin interrupts, serving a plate of omelet and toasts before Renjun as the man sits beside Jisung at the counter. “Hope you’re hungry.”Renjun flashes him a bright grin, “Very!”Somehow Renjun seems very cute. He’s different from the person yesterday.“Jisung baby, I’m gonna send you to nanna’s place a bit later than usual, okay? We gotta wait for my friend here to take a shower first.”The child nods.“It’s okay,” Jisung finishes the last spoonful of cereal, “I can draw the planets I learned yesterday.”“Great,” Jaemin caresses Jisung’s hair before dismissing his son to the living room. His attention is now shifted to Renjun who’s been quietly eating his breakfast.Jaemin is concerned. “Are you okay?”Renjun nods. “I’m okay… But it’s too early in the morning,” Renjun mumbles under his breath.It is 6.17 in the morning. The sun is not even up yet, but it’s the normal time for Jaemin to prepare breakfast and pack Jisung’s things before going out to work at 6.45 in the morning. He usually enjoys his cup of coffee at the hospital right before his morning rounds with his superior, and being him, he hates rushing. (Well, except for last night, but no one must know.)“I didn’t know you’re married,” Renjun finally speaks his mind, “I didn’t see any wedding ring. So, I assumed you’re single.”Jaemin glances at his ringless fingers. “You’re right, I am single.”“Single? No girlfriend or boyfriend, whatever your orientation is?” Renjun raises his eyebrows. “But you have a child?”Jisung is his biological child. It’s a decision he made alone, and to find someone who agrees to carry Jisung for 9 months in the womb is a blessing. Jaemin is forever grateful to Jisung’s mother for giving birth to a ball of happiness that lights up his full life. He even offers to visit her with Jisung every special occasion (but she prefers to cut ties after getting her large sum of money).“I donated my sperm to get Jisung,” Jaemin answers as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.Jaemin expects Renjun will ask more regarding Jisung, but instead, he is met with, “So, I’m not an intruder? Like, I didn’t sleep with anyone’s husband?”Jaemin holds himself back from attacking Renjun with kisses right now. “No,” he manages to answer, eyes glued to Renjun’s full lips. “Other than my job, everything I told you is the truth.”“Talking about jobs, are you going to work?”“Yeah, supposedly. But I can wait for you to shower for a while. My morning round starts at 7.30.”Renjun leans in and suggests, “We have enough time for another round in the shower, then?”Truth be told, Jaemin wants to accept the alluring invitation right that second. However, considering Jisung’s presence and the lack of time, he politely refuses the offer and suggests exchanging numbers instead.
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Jaemin stares at the number he just saved this morning.After telling Jeno the whole story, the only advice he gets from the married man is to call Renjun.“Call, not text,” Jeno specifically reminds, knowing how Jaemin never bothers to reply text messages that are not work-related whenever he’s at the hospital, except if it’s from Jisung.Jaemin is not a workaholic. He’s far from that, he always says, but Jeno (and everyone around him) says the opposite. To him, he is committed to work, just as committed as he is in fathering.The name Renjun saves himself on Jaemin’s phone is Renjun with a yellow love emoji.It’s cute, Jaemin thinks, grinning from ear-to-ear with a hint of blush creeping on his cheeks. But then a small voice in his head whispers, “maybe Renjun does this to everyone else as well.”After all, he’s that charming. That’s probably how he leaves an impact in people’s lives.Jaemin sighs and keeps the phone in his pocket. He shakes the thought away and slaps his cheeks lightly to focus on the next case instead of how pretty Renjun is.“It'll be okay, Jaemin. This will pass," Jaemin convinces himself.Well, except that deep inside, he is not convinced.He stares at Renjun’s number at every chance he gets (in between cases, during lunch, on the way towards the parking lot, in the car, and on his bed). He even memorizes the numbers by heart already.But, no, he can't call Renjun.He doesn't want to complicate things between them. Last night was a wonderful experience, yes, and Jaemin would be so down to spend another night(s) with Renjun.But Jaemin is a single father, and things may get complicated when feelings start to nurture between them.
Ah, his mind is so loud.Jaemin closes his eyes, relaxing his exhausted body on the mattress with the attempt to shut his brain up. Except now, his nose senses the familiar floral scent from the pillow beside him.Shit.His brain starts to replay last night’s event in his head. Jaemin can even see Renjun’s parted lips underneath him, writhing in pain and pleasure, telling Jaemin to go faster and harder.Oh shit.Renjun’s delicious moans are starting to sound real.Shit.Jaemin is painfully hard in his pants.Slowly, his right hand reaches south, pulling down his shorts and boxer slightly, just enough to free his hard member.The thick veiny organ that was inside of Renjun last night stands proudly, angry red, with a hint of clear liquid on the tip.Jaemin encircles the tip and smears the pre-cum along the length and he pumps it.Once.Twice.And then he picks up his pace, head pressing into the Renjun-scent pillow, eyes shut, imagining it's Renjun's hand instead.The grip on his member strengthens as his mind shifts its thoughts to the picture of Renjun sucking him off, mouth full of his thick cock.Damn, Renjun looks so beautiful.Jaemin would do everything to have Renjun sucking him off so prettily like that.Ah, yes.He's so close.He imagines fisting Renjun's hair, using the pretty mouth to his liking, to reach his climax.Oh, to have the tip of his cock hitting deep in Renjun's throat till he can't breathe.Ah shit.“Yes, yes, fuck yes, baby, just like that…”The back of his head can see Renjun’s pretty eyes looking up to him-- so pretty, so obedient for him.“Aah-- Renjun--”He spills into his hand, wet and sticky, and he pumps a few more times to milk himself dry.Once he’s picked himself up, he stares at his own hand, painted with the white liquid from himself. For a second, he wishes it’s Renjun’s beautiful face painted with the white liquid instead.His breathing hitches.No. No. He can’t get hard again. He needs to check on Jisung and get his sleep before work tomorrow.Grabbing the tissue from the nightstand, he wipes himself clean and changes into a clean bozer and shorts before sauntering towards Jisung’s bed downstairs.
The next few days are filled with endless work at the hospital that the thought of Renjun doesn’t cross Jaemin’s mind even for a second. The moment Jaemin reaches his bed after the exhausting days, sleep take over his body until it’s time to work again in the morning.The cycle goes on and on, and before Jaemin knows it, it’s already his day off, on a random Wednesday.“Daddy!” Jisung runs from the entrance of the kindergarden towards Jaemin’s opened arms. “Is it your off-day?” The little boy in Jaemin’s arms asks after giving a peck on his cheek.“Yeah,” Jaemin lifts his son, “and we’re going to go get some grocery after this.”Jisung squirms in excitement.It’s their favorite shared activity after watching tv, mostly because Jisung gets to buy whatever snacks he wants as long as he behaves (he always does).“Can we get two tubs of ice cream?” Jisung skips happily, “I want mint chocolate and vanilla. Chenle says mint chocolate tastes good. I wanna try it as well, daddy.”Jaemin makes a face. “I don’t like it.” Before Jisung can counter an argument, Jaemin adds, “but you might like it. So we’ll buy a small one, okay? Not the big tub.”Jisung nods. “Okay!”
Jisung sits in the trolley as Jaemin pushes it along every alley, skimming through each shelf. He is busy comparing the nutritional values of two different brands of yogurt when Jisung suddenly calls him.“Daddy, daddy!” He taps Jaemin’s arm a few times before he points his finger to a distant shelf. “That’s your pretty friend!”Jaemin looks at his son, puzzled. He puts down both bottles of yogurt onto the shelf before his eyes follow Jisung’s finger.Oh.Wow.What kind of fate is this?That’s Renjun, the beautiful man he refuses to call.The thin man is immersed in choosing the watermelons, lips pursed from thinking.“Is he? Your pretty friend?” Jisung’s head perks up, “let’s go greet him.”Jaemin shifts in his position. “Um-- yeah-- but I think he’s busy.”Jisung looks at Jaemin with an unamused face.Great, now he’s being judged by his own son.“What?” Jaemin shrugs, pretending to look at the yogurt again.“Did you have a fight with him?”“What makes you say that?”“You’re avoiding him?” Jisung scratches his head, “Chenle always does that whenever he is sulking with me.”Jaemin ends up putting both brands of yogurt into the trolley with hopes to go away from the scene quickly. “Let’s go get ice creams,” he says, pushing the trolley away.“But I want watermelons!” Jisung whines, almost yelling, voice loud that a few people end up looking their way.Jaemin stops the trolley and puts his hands on the waist. “Seriously, Na Jisung? Watermelons?” His eyebrows are raised, “you don’t even like them.”Jisung blinks. “But you do!”“Nice try, young man, but I don’t feel like eating watermelons nowadays.”Jisung puffs out his cheeks. “You’re being rude, daddy! You should greet your friends whenever you see them! You taught me that!”Jaemin runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.Jisung is right.He should show a good example to his son.Okay.No worries.He’s got this.He’ll just greet Renjun quickly and go away before he knows it.It’ll end in a blink of an eye.“Let’s go,” Jaemin breathes in, pushing the trolley towards Renjun who’s still standing in front of the watermelons. Jisung cheers in success.“Hello there, daddy’s friend!” Jisung greets Renjun from afar, voice half-yelling, before they can come a few feets closer towards Renjun.Jaemin facepalms in response as Renjun looks up to find the source of the voice.To be fair, a few people around also look up to find Jisung with a big smile plastered on his face.“Renjun,” Jaemin clears his dry throat once the beautiful man clad in a casual white shirt with hints of dried paints of blue and yellow on it lays his eyes upon his face.“Doctor Jaemin,” Renjun addresses him with a nod before he shifts his gaze onto the loads of watermelons before him.Jisung notices the awkward tension between them as he looks up to his daddy with a questioning face. “So you guys do fight?”Renjun’s ear perks up and he raises his eyebrows at the pair. “We don’t?” He replies with slight hesitation when Jaemin remains silent, eyes glued on him. “What makes you say that?”“Daddy wants to run when he sees you.”Renjun fakes a chuckle. “Maybe he doesn’t like me that much,” he replies nonchalantly. “No worries.”“No,” Jaemin finally speaks, “I do like you that much.”He hears his heart thumping loud and clear in his ears. “I just-- I’m-- I’m just busy with work,” Jaemin voices out his excuse.Great, now he sounds like a workaholic he denies he is.“I was planning to call you sometime,” Jaemin adds hurriedly.Renjun blinks a few times, amusement plastered on his face. He takes a few steps towards Jaemin and tiptoes to whisper, “sometime when you need someone to release your stress?”His warm breaths remind Jaemin of their first encounter, and his hair all over his body stand.Now is not a great time to get hard, Jaemin.Get up.“N-No,” he counters, “I’m not that low. And I certainly don’t see you that low, either.”Renjun shrugs, seemingly uninterested with those excuses. “Whatever you say, sir.” He shifts his attention to the watermelon and takes the biggest one he sees and puts it into his empty trolley.“That’s not going to be sweet,” Jaemin points out, eyeing the watermelon.“Really?”“Daddy loves watermelons, so he knows,” Jisung backs Jaemin up.“Look for the ones with bigger stripes,” Jaemin adds, searching for the said feature among the fruits. “Like this,” he holds out one medium-sized watermelon. “And look at the tip there, the bigger it is, the sweeter it will be.”Renjun hums, replacing the watermelon with the one Jaemin hands him. He thanks him quickly before he hastily pushes his trolley, away from them.Jisung blinks at the weird encounter. “No bye?”Jaemin flashes Jisung an apologetic smile. The little boy is too young to know that not everyone are friendly with each other.“We should have lunch together, like you and Uncle Jeno always do whenever you see each other.”A sigh escapes Jaemin’s lips. “Well, Jisung honey, maybe he’s busy. Let’s not get in his way, okay?”“But he’s pretty-” Jisung plays with his fingers.“What?”“Nanna says I should like your pretty friends whenever you introduce them to me. That’s my job as your son.”Jaemin furrows his eyebrows upon the statement.His mother puts Jisung up for this? For his love life?“Well,” Jaemin stoops down to Jisung’s level, “do you really think he’s pretty?”
“Uncle Renjun!” Jisung’s voice echoes along the hallway, “Uncle Renjun!”The sound of trolley wheels zooming past the shelves is followed, and the next thing they know, Jisung has already used his irresistible charms on Renjun and made him agree to have lunch with them.
After dropping the grocery in the house (because Jisung insists to save his ice cream from melting in the car), they head to Jisung’s favorite Chinese restaurant nearby. The little boy jumps in his seat with excitement, mouth drooling at the thought of the colorful dim sum.Renjun laughs at the view.“I like dim sum too,” he offers the information, “but I like hot pot more.”“Does it taste good?” Jisung looks to the passenger seat at the back, “I wanna try too!”“It’s spicy,” Renjun gives it a thought, “you might hurt your tummy,” he whispers cheekily. “You can probably call in a sick day and rest at home,” he chuckles. “I used to do that when I was a child.”Jisung’s face screams amusement.“I wanna try! I wanna try!”“Na Jisung,” Jaemin speaks, voice strict. The little boy shuts his lips upon hearing his name.“Can’t I try it, daddy?”“I don’t want you to get sick unnecessarily,” Jaemin reasons, “you know I can’t be away from work nowadays. We don’t have enough staffs.”Jisung looks down. “Okay…”“Don’t be silly, Jaemin,” Renjun intercepts once the happiness is wiped off Jisung’s face. “Eating a little hot pot won’t make you sick.”Jaemin glares at Renjun from the rear-view mirrow.Their eyes meet for a second, but Renjun doesn’t flinch.“I’ll ask for less spicy broth for you, little boy. No tummy ache, no call in sick. Only happy tummy.”Jaemin’s face softens. “Okay, that seems fair.”
The restaurant is vacant, seeing that they’re there half an hour before the usual lunch hour on a weekday. They’re seated near the potted plant at the corner, somewhere with more privacy.The menu is bilingual, with the biggest font being in chinese words. Jaemin looks through the hangul and opts to read every displayed menu as Renjun plays with his phone instead. He insists he knows the menu by heart now.Once they’re ready to order, Renjun calls for the waiter in a foreign language to Jaemin. The beautiful man then proceeds to speak in chinese with the waiter with full confidence.Wow.Jaemin is in awe.“I don’t know you speak Chinese,” Jaemin points out once the waiter is gone.“Well-- you didn’t ask.” Renjun shrugs, “and I’m Chinese. I thought my name implies that?”Jaemin facepalms himself. Of course. His name is very Chinese now that he thinks about it in his sane mind, and not his lust-clouded mind.“You’re so cool, uncle! Beauty wirh brains!”The two grown-ups stare at Jisung in slight disbelief at the said expression.“Beauty with brains?” Renjun giggles, “where did you learn this?”Jisung smiles sheepishly. “Chenle’s mom calls me that. She says it’s an expression for someone who is good-looking and smart!”Jaemin blinks. That’s new. “You never told me that?”“Well… you’re not beauty with brain.”It’s as if an arrow pierces through Jaemin’s heart.“You don’t think I’m good-looking? Am I not pretty, Na Jisung?” Jaemin makes a dramatic face. “You keep saying this uncle Renjun pretty, yet your own daddy is not pretty in your eyes?!”Renjun giggles.“How could you…” Jaemin wails funnily, “I don’t wanna buy you ice creams anymore!”“Well, for the record, I do think you’re handsome,” Renjun adds in his soft voice, “really handsome.”Jaemin pauses.Renjun tucks his long hair behind his ear, eyes down. His ear reddens.“Um-- thank you?” Jaemin hesitates. His face feels hot. “You’re pretty yourself, too.”Their little blushing moment is disturbed by Jisung’s random question. “Uncle Renjun, are you scared of monsters?”“Um-- no?” Renjun’s answer is unsatisfactory.“What would you do if you meet a monster?”Renjun gives a quick thought. “Well, first of all, I’d probably run away and save my life first. Then, I’ll probably end up painting the monsters and sell the paintings to other people.”Jisung’s mouth drops. “You can paint?”“I’m an expert,” Renjun says with a smug face, putting on a show. “People pay me thousands to get a hand on my paintings.”“How much is thousands?” Jisung turns to Jaemin with confusion.Just then, the waiter starts to serve their beverages and some dumplings they ordered as an appetizer.“A lot. You can buy a whole fridge worth of ice cream with it.”Jisung’s eyes widen. “THAT’S A LOT?!” His loud voice startles the waiter who’s just about to put the sauce on the table.“I want to paint as well! Please teach me!”Renjun lets out a trail of pretty chuckles, reaching his hand to ruffle Jisung’s hair. “Sure, little sunshine. We can paint together sometime later, whenever you’re free.”Jisung leans in at the touch.The sight warms Jaemin’s heart.
The lunch goes successfully well, Jaemin admits. Jisung is a great conversation starter, and he learns a lot about Renjun, all thanks to Jisung’s curious mind. For instance, he knows Renjun came to Korea with his parents when he was 14, he likes stargazing at night, he can’t cook to save his life, and that he is starting to love a volleyball anime due to his friend’s influence.When they drop Renjun in front of his apartment building, Jisung manages to slot in another lunch date with Renjun this weekend, without Jaemin.Honestly, Jaemin thinks he’s now third-wheeling Jisung and Renjun.His child seems to develop a liking towards Renjun, and Renjun is good at entertaining Jisung’s endless questions. The artist doesn’t baby talk with children like most people would. Instead, he talks to Jisung as if he’s old enough to hold a deep conversation.For a split second, he imagines a life with three of them living together. It seems like a wonderful arrangement. Renjun has flexible working schedule, so he can help Jaemin with Jisung’s daily chores, and Jaemin can cook a week’s worth of food and freeze them on his day-off, so that his son and Renjun can eat homecooked meals daily.The house will be full of smiles and laughter.He would be going home to a beautiful lovely husband and a cheeky smart son.It feels surreal.
It is surreal, now that Jaemin talks to Jeno about it. Especially since Jeno is encouraging him to approach Renjun for a further relationship.“What are you scared of?” Jeno asks whenever Jaemin makes the hesitant face while holding his phone.Jaemin doesn’t have a proper answer to the question.Is he scared of rejection?Is it the fear of the possibility that the said relationship might not work out in the end?No, the real question is, is he ready to share his life with a partner?His life is already sufficient. He is happy with raising Jisung with the help of his mother. Nothing much is missing in his life -- he has an okay job that pays well, his son is well and healthy, and he has just enough time for himself.What if adding a partner into the picture tears down the perfect harmony of his life?What if allowing a partner to have a say in his life ruins his happiness?Or worse, what if the said partner is not fond of becoming an instant parent to Jisung?“Don’t overthink,” Jaemin reminds himself, “this is just a phase.”
Except that it’s not.It’s not just a phase.It’s embedded in his life and now Jaemin can’t lay alone at night without thinking of Renjun. It’s as if the more he refuses to think about the man, the more he appears in Jaemin’s mind.His mind can’t shut up about how pretty Renjun looks when he’s talking to the waiter the other day. How eloquent his speech is when he speaks in his mother tongue, even though Jaemin understands nothing except xie xie, and how his face brightens up when he eats hot pot.Inappropriate images of Renjun are mostly replaced with his beautiful smile that reaches his pearly eyes (but they do make an appearance sometimes whenever Jaemin needs a quick release but that’s a secret).And tonight is just one of those nights where Jaemin can’t get Renjun out of his mind. It’s almost 12 midnight, and his mind keeps wondering if Renjun would fit in his life like a puzzle piece.Jaemin reaches for his phone and dials Renjun’s number he remembers by heart from the hours and hours of looking at it.“Hm?” Renjun’s soft voice greets him, “that’s absurd.”For a second, Jaemin regrets his impulsive decision to call Renjun.What was he thinking?“Sorry, I accidentally pressed your number,” Jaemin says quickly, “nevermind. I’ll go to sleep now.”Before Renjun can say anything else, Jaemin hangs up.Fuhh, Jaemin releases the breath he doesn’t realize he’s holding, before his phone blows with his ringtone. Renjun’s name appears on the screen.Jaemin wants to scream in his pillow from embarrassment.“Ah, ah,” Jaemin clears his throat before he answers the call. “Yes?”“Why did you call me just now?”Oh. Very straightforward.“I told you,” Jaemin blinks a few times, “I accidentally pressed your number.”“Nice try, but the last time you called me was a week ago, and that was when I had a lunch with Jisung.” Renjun sounds firm. “I’m pretty sure you’ve called lots of your colleagues for work in the past week.”Jaemin winces from the imaginary pain.“So tell me, why did you call me?”“Nothing, really.”“Were you touching yourself?”The question takes Jaemin aback. “NO! Why did you ask that?!” He asked warily. “I’m not a creep.”Jaemin can hear Renjun’s giggle from the other side of the line.“Great then,” the Chinese man replies, “but I won’t mind if you were thinking of me while touching yourself, you know?”Jaemin gulps.“It’s an honor, honestly…” Renjun’s voice shakes as if he’s doing something.“Well, are you touching yourself now?” Jaemin asks playfully.“I will, after the call ends.”“Seriously?”“Why not?”Jaemin is speechless.“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Renjun suddenly asks with no hesitation. “Without Jisung. Don’t get me wrong, I love your little boy, but I just need some time alone with you.”Jaemin scratches his head. “You need to use proper wording for me. Do you want to go on a date or do you want to make out with me?”“Both,” Renjun replies with confidence, “but mostly go on a date and talk to you.”Jaemin’s lips unknowingly form a small smile. “Like an innocent date teenagers do?”“Yeah, that, whatever.” Renjun is getting impatient, “are you up for that or not?”“Friday is my off-day. I’ll pick you up for lunch?” Jaemin’s stomach is doing somersaults a thousand times as he speaks, too excited for the ‘innocent’ date.“Great, that works for me,” Renjun’s voice is laced with honey, “it’s a date!”Jaemin chuckles. “Yes, it’s a date. See you!”
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Nervous is an understatement. Jaemin feels like his heart is going to explode from all the possible scenarios his mind makes him go through. To be frank, it’s only his third date in his whole life, with the previous two being an absolute disaster (they ran out of topics to talk about and Jaemin resorted to call Jeno as his escape plan).He has already sent a message to Jeno a few hours prior.
Jaemin: in case something goes wrong, please call me and say that there’s an emergency case at the hospital, thanks!
Jeno: ???
Jeno: Can you not think of the worst case scenario?
Jaemin: it’s not the worst case scenario. It’s just a decent probability of us being awkward with each other. Worst case scenario is me being murdered and my body is being dumped in a river.
Jeno: Yucks. Your imagination is weird.
Jaemin: if I haven’t texted you by tonight, please search for me T_T
Jaemin: in case anything happens to me, please take care of my baby Jisung T_T
Jeno: Can you not pretend as if you can’t fight that Renjun guy? What are your muscles for?
Jaemin: I could be distracted by his beauty. You never know!
Jeno: Dude? Stand up!
Jeno: Okay, good luck. And seriously, dude, you just jinxed it - an emergency case really be coming right now.
Renjun is already standing in front of his apartment building by the time Jaemin arrives. They’re both 10 minutes early, despite Jaemin is panicking from being underdress.He’s unsure whether he should keep it casual or smart, or maybe a little bit of both, but Jisung insists he wears something smart. It’s a long-sleeved shirt with a knitted brown vest on top, and Jisung reminds him to roll up his sleeves a little.“You look good,” Renjun praises him.Renjun, on the other hand, is clad with a plain white button-down shirt, tucked in his white pants. His belt is of shiny dark grey, accentuating his small waist.He looks ethereal.Especially when the sun hits his face and the bright pink blusher reflects the light.“You’re literally like an angel,” Jaemin breathes in awe. “Can’t believe I scored a date with you.”Renjun shakes his head, giggling. “Actually, I scored a date with you. I asked you first, remember?”Jaemin pretends to not hear the statement as he ushers Renjun to enter his car.“So, are you in the mood of fine dining? I know just the place,” Jaemin says as he closes his door and puts on the seatbelt.Renjun hums. “Well, I’m actually in the mood of eating hot pot…” he replies in a small voice before he clears his throat, “but we’ll opt for whatever you’ve prepared.” Renjun looks to his side with a polite smile. “I don’t mind fine dining.”“Okay…” Jaemin reverses the car, “let’s go for hot pot instead. But don’t blame me if your white shirt is ruined, okay?”A trail of laughter escapes Renjun’s mouth. “No worries, I’m a pro at eating hot pot!”
Somehow, talking to Renjun is comfortable. Despite being from two different backgrounds, they keep the conversation smooth -- from the basic favorites to their childhood stories to the current political news -- and honestly, Jaemin finds it amusing. He’s not a person who is easy to open up to people other than Jeno, the one who knows him for more than 20 years.“I’m curious,” Renjun puts down his chopsticks, “but I’m pretty sure this is a bit too early to ask.”The air around them turns chiller as Renjun adds, “but I’m gonna ask you anyway. What makes you want to become a dad?”The question is expected, sooner or later.“You know how I’m busy with my work,” Jaemin starts, “I got so busy that I felt empty… So empty. I reached my lowest point at one time, and I felt like I had no real purpose to live--”Jaemin looks up from his food and stares at Renjun.“Until I saw a tweet about a single father learning how to do french braid on his daughter-- and that was the realization that I needed. To raise a child of my own with my own two hands. To fill in the hole in my heart with a child of my own.”Renjun’s eyes shift towards Jaemin’s hands on the table. His lips form a small smile. “Looking at Jisung, I’m pretty sure you’ve made a wonderful sunshine ball with those hands.”Blood rushes through Jaemin’s cheeks. “Jisung is a miracle. He brings me out of the darkness and he is the sole reason I’m still here today.” The image of baby Jisung emerges in his mind, warming his heart. “You know, when you become a parent, you start to use your child’s age as the milestone for any events,” Jaemin chuckles lightly. “For example, I bought my second car when Jisung was 2, because he would stare at this particular car on the road and make excited noises.”Renjun hums. Silence wraps around them for a few seconds before Renjun looks up to Jaemin with a sly smile. “He never sees someone and does that?” Renjun teases playfully, “is that why you’re not seeing anyone yet?”Jaemin halts his movement. The food freezes mid-air before he puts down his chopsticks. “Actually, there’s this one person…”“Oh?”“You-- he really likes you.”Renjun pauses. He blinks a few times, lips forming a straight line. “M- Me?”“Trust me, he’s not that friendly with strangers. But he was the one who insisted we had lunch together. And he even had lunch with you without me!” Jaemin emphasizes the last two words as Renjun chuckles.“You were practically there,” Renjun corrects him.“Virtually… It doesn’t count.”Jaemin remembers Jisung’s bright smiles throughout Jisung’s lunch with Renjun. And while waiting for Jaemin to finish his shift, they even painted together. Jisung was so delighted to show Jaemin the beach he painted under Renjun’s guidance when Jaemin picked him up in the evening, and he even made Jaemin promise to allow him spend time with Renjun again, whenever Renjun is free.“He really really likes you…” Jaemin breathes, “and I like you too.”Renjun’s eyelids flutter. His smile fades slowly as if they’re in a slow motion.“You’re so not romantic,” Renjun breaks into giggles. “But it’s okay. You’re a father-- of course you’re not as romantic as a teenager.”Jaemin winces as the insult.“I prefer straightforwardness, in case you can’t tell,” Renjun adds when he notices Jaemin’s unamused face. “And I like you too…” he says nonchalantly, “so far.”“Okay…” Jaemin lets out an awkward chuckle. “Am I supposed to be relieved or…?”Renjun takes a sip on his cold green tea and pauses. His face is serious out of the sudden.“Are you really happy being a dad?”“Absolutely,” Jaemin replies with no hesitation at all, “it’s who I am. I’m a dad before a doctor.”Renjun nods. His eyes dart everywhere but Jaemin, as if he’s thinking, considering his choices.“What’s so special about being a dad?”Jaemin leans back into the chair.Everything is special, he thinks. He gets to go home to a cute little sunshine who talks a lot. He gets to do fun activities with his child during his off-days. And most importantly, he learns to improve himself as a person because he needs to be someone Jisung can look up to as his hero.“You become a pillar to your family. You become their guardian, their protector.”Renjun inhales and exhales deeply. His shoulders drop for a second before he straightens his back and looks at Jaemin straight into the eyes.“I want to try…” Renjun whispers, “Being a dad. I wanna sign up for it.”
If someone were to ask Jaemin a few years ago if he ever wanted a partner, his answer would be a simple no. He is wonderfully contented with his life as a single father. His life is as busy as it gets with his occupation and a child to take care of. Never has he imagined a life where he gets more contented than ever -- with Renjun as his partner. The addition of Renjun into his life completes his heart, like a puzzle piece he doesn’t know he’s missing. He never realizes how his life is all primary colors, until Renjun introduces secondary and tertiary colors into his life.Renjun makes up for all the flaws he has. He takes care of Jisung on the days Jaemin is occupied with work, and in return, Jaemin takes care of Renjun well once he’s back from work (and when Jisung’s deep asleep). Renjun’s amazing painting skills makes him a wonderful person Jisung can turn to whenever his teacher gives Jisung an art homework, and it’s safe to say that Jisung’s favorite past-time hobby nowadays is painting with Renjun (specifically).Jaemin’s home is now as lively as possible with Renjun’s and Jisung’s paintings all over the house. Sometimes, he even thinks that Jisung might be the next picasso if he keeps his interest in arts as he grows up. With Renjun to guide Jisung to find his own personalized art style, Jaemin has nothing to worry about.Well, maybe now he has to worry about the possible ways to propose Renjun when the time is right.He might need Jisung’s help for that. After all, Jisung is his child first before he becomes Renjun’s (even though Jaemin secretly thinks that Renjun is Jisung’s favorite dad).Okay, maybe he needs to worry about not being Jisung’s favorite dad next, after proposing to Renjun.