𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 ᴊᴇᴏɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ

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yall i swear jeongins the prettiest boy ever T-T

The boy soon slowly sat down right next to Chan's seat, who was focused solely on his meal, being quite hungry. Jeongin felt uneasy in the man's presence, unsure of how to begin a conversation. Luckily, Chris was the one who spoke first.

"How was your day, darling?"

"Oh—g-good," Jeongin stammered, feeling nervous.

"Did you eat?" Chan asked, glancing up. "I can let them know if you'd like something to eat—"

"No, no, I already ate," the younger boy quickly responded.

"You sure, hm?"

Jeongin nodded.

"H-how was your day...?" Jeongin asked softly.

Chan smiled, pleased that Jeongin had asked him something on his own.

"It was good. It's even better now that I get to spend some time with you," Chan said, his smile warm as he admired his husband sitting next to him.

Jeongin nodded again, unsure of what to say.

He wanted to stand up and leave; it felt as if time was standing still.

"I-I'll be in our room then—"

He stood up, making Chan glance up in confusion. The man sighed, knowing Jeongin still wasn't feeling safe or comfortable yet. There was no way he could make him stay without making things worse, further pushing Jeongin away.

Chan's mother noticed the interaction and, as soon as Jeongin left, she sat down near her son.

"Is everything alright, son? You seem off," she asked.

"Nothing's wrong, Amma," Chan sighed.

"Don't think I'll believe that, Chan. He doesn't seem comfortable around you. Even at the wedding, he looked anything but happy," she continued.

Chan stayed silent, focusing on his food as his mother pressed on.

"Son, your silence is answering my questions."

"It's not that, Mom," Chan finally replied. "This marriage was unexpected for him. He's still finding it hard to come to terms with it."

"Christopher, if you both stay this distant, it could affect the atmosphere when a child is involved."

Chan clenched his fists tightly. Why was his mom so fixated on having a grandchild? More specifically, she seemed obsessed with the idea of a son.

"Mom, stop it. I'm tired, and he just went to our room."

"I'm only concerned for you, honey. You love him, but I'm not even sure if he feels the same."

At that point, Chan stood up, slightly frustrated. "Enough, Mom. I'll be in my room," he said, his appetite completely ruined. So what if he had married Jeongin by choice? It was still better than marrying someone he didn't love at all. That would only ensure their marriage was a complete failure.

When Chan entered the room, he saw Jeongin had changed into something more comfortable. For Chan, Jeongin looked incredibly cute and soft. He wanted so badly to touch or cuddle him. The boy was on the balcony, leaning on the railing as he gazed at the stars scattered across the sky. Even though it was cold outside, he only had on a light-colored hoodie.