𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

22; 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠

"bro, you have to let me in." junhui pleaded for the umpteenth time. such a harmless request, but seungcheol could forsee everything that could go wrong if he lets junhui sleep in his room. "i swear, there is an evil spirit inside my room."

"how can there be an evil spirit in your room?" seungcheol leaned on the doorframe, squinting at junhui. "nobody's ever used any room in here since forever."

"i don't know, the—"

"plus, you're half demon, why are you scared?!" seungcheol's voice raised, making his room neighbor, minghao, raise from the bed and check on whatever the commotion is outside. "go ask jeonghan. he and joshua aren't sharing rooms."

"but jeonghan's room is full of sappiness!"

"soonyoung?"

"he became a minghao."

"seokmin?"

"i might be declared dead tomorrow morning."

"chan?"

"i'd like him to have space."

"i'd like to have my space too." seungcheol paused, crossing his arms. he noticed minghao standing behind junhui, but he didn't say anything about it. "jihoon?"

"minghao number two."

"when did i become a stereotype?" minghao spoke, and junhui jolted. seungcheol laughed, while junhui turned around in horror. "what? can't sleep again?"

"hey, this is the first time in a while!" junhui pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a little child. "you're meanies. i won't kill you in your sleep!"

"fine." minghao said, raising his eyebrows. "you can sleep in my room."

"cool beans!" seungcheol slammed his door on junhui's face. "use protection!" seungcheol teased, resulting to minghao heating up seungcheol's doorknob.

"he doesn't usually just phase through doors, so goodluck to him." minghao remarked, strutting down to his room, with junhui trailing behind him like a puppy. when the shorter jumped on his own bed, junhui stopped at the doorway. "what are you doing? shy? pfft."

"nah, i'm just, uh... i'm invited to your bed, right?" junhui asked, with a weird contorted face. minghao frowns, standing up from his bed to grab junhui's wrist and pull him down on the bed. "oof. we might get caught cuddling again."

"i have no problem with cuddling. it's just that they give it another meaning." minghao says, lying flat on his back as his eyes were stuck on the glow-in-the-dark stickers that he put on the ceiling years ago; consisting of the moon, stars, his initials, and some cute hearts and stuff. "why, do you give our cuddling sessions another meaning?"

"not really. i was worried that you'd get uncomfy." junhui rolls on his side, to look at minghao. minghao knew junhui was looking at him, but he didn't return the favor to junhui by looking back. "so i can hug you now?"

"okay. hey! remove your leg from my junk!" minghao said, after junhui instantaneously threw himself on top of minghao. he moved away his right leg. "goodnight."

"jiayou."

"you can speak chinese?" minghao asked, furrowing his eyebrows. he slowly placed his arm on junhui's waist. "i never heard you speak chinese."

"yeah, me too. did your parents teach you how to speak english?"

"nope."

"they're still around?"

"yeah, they don't know i'm alive."

junhui looked up at minghao. though he hated to lift his head from minghao's cozy chest, he wanted to give minghao a look of confusion. "why not?"

"like wonwoo, i was kidnapped from a playground in china and i was brought to korea. pledis trained me and taught me necessary stuff, then i became a 'secret weapon', then you come along." minghao explained.

junhui had place his head back on minghao's chest, ear pressed against his ribcage. not literally, but junhui could feel minghao's ribs, hear his heartbeat and his amplified voice. "would you like them to know that you are alive?"

minghao chortled. "of course i do. but i don't know, maybe this is for the best. i do want them to know i'm alive, but not about the mafia and supernatural stuff. they didn't even know i had an ability." 

"you're lucky. you have more memories of your parents." junhui says, while minghao's other hand snaked to junhui's head of hair. he caresses junhui, before humming in acknowledgement. "maybe that's why you're the8?"

minghao giggled. "maybe. you're lucky too, your ability is nice."

"thanks."

"yeah, thanks as well."

"night."

"night."

"chan!" seokmin scrambled his way inside chan's room, while yelling chan's name. "come downstairs! now! now!" seokmin grabbed chan's shoulder and shook him awake.

"good!" seokmin grins wide when chan's eyes fluttered open. seokmin carries chan and throws him over seokmin's shoulder, running outside right after. chan did not protest, only punching seokmin's back. "yuju trusts you, so don't ever try stealing our son from us." seokmin joked.

the elevator dinged, as the doors opened. seokmin walked out and dropped chan on the couch. "chan, look at seungcheol." seokmin instructed. chan looks at his left, and gasps.

"mama!"

"jinha!" chan's first word of the day.

the six-year-old jinha jumped into chan's arms, hugging him tight. chan noticed how jinha had grown, and in the best way possible. her prettiest features are showing even more. "mama, i missed you and papa!" jinha gushed.

"me too. you've grown." chan smiles warmly, ruffling jinha's long, dark hair. the young girl giggled. "school?"

"mama, i'm very good at school!" jinha says, giggling at the funny feeling of chan's soft hands on top of her head. "mama, where have you and papa been? i wanted to see you long ago."

seungcheol inches closer to jinha and chan, holding a toddler in his arms. seungcheol says, "we were working. sorry baby, we've been gone for too long. but look, you weren't so bored when we were away!" seungcheol says, pointing to the toddler that he carried.

"ah, right! mama, he is seokmin-samchon's son! his name is lee yunseok, he's only a year old!" jinha states, bouncing up and down on chan's lap. "i take care of him sometimes, too!"

seungcheol smiled at chan. "wanna exchange?" he asks, and chan nods. jinha is now in seungcheol's lap, while yunseok is in chan's arms.

"hello, yunseok." chan whispers, nuzzling his nose with yunseok's. the toddler giggled, amused at chan's actions. "you look like yuju-noona. you're very handsome." chan says, lifting seokmin's son up in the air. the toddler liked it.

nearby, seungkwan snapped a picture of the four. "they really look like a family." seungkwan comments, which all the other members agreed on. "yunseok likes chan."

"what? like, mpreg? omegaverse?" vernon asked. almost all of the members facepalmed. "what?!"

"you read too much fanfiction."

"uh—true. i need to hack into your ao3 account."

"what the fuck, no!" vernon shouts, as all the other members followed joshuato the fourth floor. he can't let everybody look at the monstrous things that he wrote.

"mama, papa, let's go to the mall with yunseok!" jinha suggested, sucking on a lollipop that mingyu gave her earlier. "i will behave, promise!"

seungcheol and chan looked at each other. no spoken words of agreement, but chan says with a smile: "okay!"

woah. seungcheol thought. he's going to play the role of 'husband' again today.