ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

white night. [taewin]

a/n: I'm back...?

(1) I wrote this a while back (october 2020)

(2) DON'T COME FOR MY NECK, I don't wanna spoil why but you'll know.

(3) idk what to title it so I titled it as this bop.

(4) it's 7k long (I warned you). oh and it's omegaverse + mpreg.

tw // suicidal thoughts

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sicheng lets out a low huff as he closes the blue umbrella in his hands. his hair's soaked in rain water and he dries them off before he gets in. twisting the doorknob, he manages the best look he could, before he calls out, " renjunnie! I'm home ."

in less than two seconds he hears giggles of a young child, followed by tiny footsteps; before the toddler comes into view. his sweet six-years-old renjun, snaggletooth on full display as he launches himself onto sicheng.

" papa !" the boy beams, snuggling right into the crook of sicheng's neck as the older holds him in his arms, warm and secured.

sicheng smiles back. this is where he belongs, with renjun – his tiny little hero who puts everything back into its place every time he smiles.

" I miss you, renjunnie ," he kisses his son's forehead. " I'm sorry I didn't spend time with you, I had to work extra hours ."

" I miss you too, papa. but it's okay! uncle taeyong accompanied me. we watched movies together and we baked cookies !"

sicheng's attention shifts towards taeyong, who scrunches his facial features together and ruffles renjun's hair. " hey, I baked them, you only ate, little dong ."

" yeah, and they were awesome !" renjun giggles again. sicheng laughs too, and kisses his son's cheeks before putting him down. 

" go take a shower and I'll tuck you to bed, okay? I have to talk to uncle taeyong first ."

renjun nods, his smile never fades. " okay, pa. bye, uncle taeyong !"

" bye, kiddo. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah ?"

taeyong ruffles his hair again and renjun nods at him before the little boy bolts his way to his bedroom upstairs. sicheng watches as he goes, a tiny smile on his lips, a warm feeling in his chest. taeyong smiles, too.

" thanks for taking care of junnie, again ." sicheng turns to the korean. " I don't know what I'd do without you ."

" don't say that, chengie ," taeyong ruffles sicheng's hair this time, ruining the chinese's once perfectly-styled black locks. " we've been friends for what? ten years? this is nothing. you used to pull an all-nighter to take care of me when I caught a flu ."

" I know, but still. thank you. I'm trying to get used to this, you know? korea feels like home yet so strange at the same time... it's been only six years but it feels like decades ."

" it's okay, chengie, I understand. you're settling down to a new life. of course it'd be hard. but this is what you deserve, and I'll help you to achieve it, after everything you've been through ."

sicheng stares at the older, smiling – a smile mixed of fondness and sadness. 'everything' is an understatement of what sicheng experienced, and they both know it, but it's better than to talk about what actually happened. sicheng likes to not think about it and taeyong respects it, even if it's slowly eating him up.

" thanks, hyung ."

taeyong's hand caresses his cheek softly, and only now sicheng realizes how much he misses someone else's warmth on him. " you should get some rest. you have work tomorrow and renjun's got school. I'll see you, okay? ring me up if you need anything ."