Dear Minghao ∞ JUNHAO

Chapter 130 - 02.17

February 17

Junhui was silent as he stared at Chess. It had been days but Junhui still can't get enough of his son.

The more that he sees him, the more he's falling in love with his son. Junhui loves him so much, and he can't wait to know how Minghao would react as soon as he sees Chess.

Junhui knew he'd love Chess deeply as much love as he gives Minghao, but he never thought the love he held for Chess could be this extreme.

His heart thumps as he looks at him, as he holds his small hands in his fingers, as he feels Chess' delicate skin against his.

He looked so peaceful, and beautiful. But most of all, he looked so courageous, still continuing to fight for himself, for his parents.

Junhui wants to hug him already, and whisper that he is so proud of making for being the bravest and toughest.

Junhui wants to hug him, and hold him like he is his world, but no, Chess is his universe, so is Minghao. Junhui wants to spoil him, and give him all the love that he has. He wants to give him all the good and wondrous things in this world, and treat him like he is the most fragile glass Junhui could lay a finger on.

Junhui wants to give him the tightest and warmest hug, shower him with the most tender kisses all over his face, and safeguard him from harm.

"Baby, malapit nang magising si Dada. Kaunting tiis pa, baby, ha?" Junhui whispered, his index finger and thumb slightly squeezing Chess' hand.

It was so soft, and he could feel his heart uwu-ing at it. There was so much cuteness radiating from him, and he could not almost feel no other of his body but just the want to hug his son.

He knew Chess would be a beautiful angel, but he didn't know he could be this beautiful.

Junhui knew he won't get enough of Chess.

After almost three hours that he spent there just to adore his son, he decided to go out, and check his Minghao.

When he was there, the first thing he saw was the faces of his friends who were all gathered inside.

Most of them were on the sofas or just simply standing, but four guys, namely, Mingyu, Wonwoo, Seokmin, and Seungkwan, seriously had the audacity to sit on the bed, covering his Minghao.

Junhui creased his forehead. "Why are you all here?" He counted twelve heads in total, including Younghee, the only muse of the gang.

"Uhm, we're here to. . ." Jeonghan said as he raised a basket full of fruits. "Bring this."

"And these!" Soonyoung shouted then they all raised either wrapped boxes or sealed paper bags.

Junhui blinked. "W-Why? What's. . . inside?"

"Clothes for Chess, toys for Chess, milk for Chess, milk bottles for Chess, and don't worry, we bought a crib for Chess," Seungcheol said, and smiled wide at Junhui.

Junhui smiled, then he chuckled when they all teased him. "You guys. . ."

"Alam naming nas-stress ka na sa mag-ina mo kaya kami na bahala sa ibang pangangailangan niyo," Wonwoo told him, and smiled.

"Thank you," Junhui whispered.

"And we have one more thing for you, hyung," Seungkwan said.

"Aba? Dami niyong hinanda para sa akin, a?" Junhui kid, and chuckled. "I think that's enough, guys. Thank you so muchㅡ"

"Hyung, sigurado kang aayawan mo 'to?" Seokmin asked, and grinned at him.

"Would I like that?"

"You would love this," Mingyu said.