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When Minho agreed to go out dancing with Hyunjin and Felix, he never anticipated going home with someone. It wasn't something he typically did, even before he stopped going out regularly. He had never cared for hookups or one-night-stands. He knew many of his friends had them, and he never judged them for that. It just wasn't what he wanted. But somehow, Minho found himself in the apartment of a practical stranger, letting the man work him open as he sat in the alpha's lap. The bottle of lube lay discarded where it fell off the bed to the floor in Chan's rush. Chan was gorgeous, maybe more so with a slight sheen of sweat on him and his brow furrowed in concentration.
Minho gasped as Chan split his fingers inside of him, carefully stretching him open more. Minho wasn't sure what was louder, the wet sound of Chan's fingers sliding through the lube and slick that dripped out of him or his own heartbeat. One of Minho's hands was on the back of Chan's neck while the other rested on his shoulder. They weren't kissing anymore, though both of them had swollen lips from the intensity of their kissing up until that moment.
They were sitting on the edge of Chan's bed with Minho straddling Chan's lap. Chan had one arm wrapped firmly around Minho's waist, holding him as close as possible, while his other hand continued to prep him. Minho rolled his hips in a way that allowed their cocks to rub together between them and pushed Chan's fingers farther into him. Minho stuttered out a moan as Chan swore in a mix of English and Korean. Minho moved his hand from Chan's shoulder to gently grab his chin, tilting his head where he wanted so that he could kiss Chan deeply again. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, and Minho practically felt dizzy with it. He'd never been kissed so thoroughly before, the thought of which made something ache deep inside his chest, though Minho did his best to ignore it, knowing that things wouldn't last for longer than a night. "Chan, Chan, stop," Minho gasped. Minho could feel Chan pull his fingers away and he started to loosen his grip on Minho's waist as well, so Minho quickly grabbed onto Chan's wrist with one hand, not letting him move too far. "I'm not- I'm not changing my mind." Minho shook his head and chastely kissed Chan again, making Chan relax - though he tilted his head slightly to the side in a way that made Minho huff out a soft laugh. "I want your cock, not your fingers."
"O-oh, yeah. Okay. Fuck," Chan said, sounding breathless in a way that Minho knew would haunt him in the weeks to come.
The two of them worked together to get the condom that they'd grabbed earlier open and put onto Chan's length. Then Minho shifted up onto his knees above him, and Chan inhaled sharply as the head of his dick brushed against Minho's rim. Minho whimpered, gripping onto Chan's shoulders with both hands, before he slowly lowered himself, taking all of Chan into him at a slow pace. "Oh my god," Minho said under his breath as he settled into place. For a moment he just sat there, taking in the feeling of Chan filling him so completely.
Chan exhaled slowly as he rested his forehead against Minho's, gripping onto Minho's hips with both hands. Carefully, Minho started to roll his hips, lifting up onto his knees just a little before dropping down onto Chan completely again. Minho kept his pace slow at first, but then he started to move with more urgency as Chan kissed him. Chan's fingers threaded into Minho's hair and Minho whimpered into the kiss. As they kissed, Chan started to lay back, so Minho leaned forward to follow so that the kiss didn't break. It made moving a little more difficult, but after a moment, Minho pushed himself upright so that he was sitting on top of Chan.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Chan moaned as he looked up at him. One of Chan's hands continued to grip Minho's hip, helping guide his actions, while the other lay splayed out on Minho's stomach, thumb brushing against the small trail of hair leading from beneath his bellybutton down to his groin. He slipped his hand higher, taking in the feeling of Minho's flushed skin beneath his fingers. Minho leaned forward, his hands resting on Chan's shoulders as he continued to move on top of him. Chan's hand slipped up to take his face in hand, thumb brushing over Minho's lips. Minho's tongue darted out of his mouth, swirling around Chan's thumb before he wrapped his lips around it. Chan moaned at the sight and his hips bucked upward into Minho as they locked eyes.
Minho moaned around Chan's thumb as he pressed down on Minho's tongue while his other hand wrapped around Minho's throbbing cock. He hadn't really paid much attention to it until then, more focused on the feeling of Chan moving inside of him. But he practically sobbed in relief as Chan started to stroke his length. It didn't take much before Minho was crying out as he spilled his release over Chan's hand, some of it dripping out and onto Chan's stomach. Chan didn't seem to mind, though, as he continued to stroke Minho's sensitive length a few times. Then he grabbed onto Minho's hip with that hand, too, using a firm grip on his hips to allow him to thrust up into Minho more quickly and firmly. It only took a few thrusts into Minho for Chan to still as he pulled Minho down onto him completely and he came in the condom between them.
Minho bit his lip to keep the rather undignified whine that wanted to escape him at how empty he felt with the barrier between them. He wasn't entirely sure where that came from, either. He'd never liked the feeling of cum inside him before - or maybe it was more of who he'd been with before and not wanting him to do that. Minho was too exhausted to really think much about it, though, as Chan took off the condom and they moved around to get situated better on the bed, laying side-by-side with uneven breaths. Minho needed to get home soon, but he felt his exhaustion and satiation causing his eyelids to grow heavy, and he was dozing off before he really had a chance to think about it.
When Minho woke up, it was starting to become light in Chan's bedroom again. The sun wasn't quite up yet, but the sky was lightening and there were birds chirping in the park across the street. Minho carefully pulled himself out of Chan's hold, quietly gathering his clothes in hope that he wouldn't wake Chan. As intense and wonderful as their night together had been, that was all it was going to be - all that it could be. Minho didn't have time to date, and Chan… Well, Minho was sure he wouldn't be interested in him for more than a night, anyway, not once he learned more about who Minho was. So, it was just better for them both if he left quietly. He took a few minutes to quietly clean himself up in the bathroom, trying to limit the evidence of what had happened as much as possible. There were no visible hickies or bruises where Chan's lips had been attached to his neck and collarbones at various times, something he noticed with a pang of what felt like regret that he didn't have time to dwell on at that moment, but there were fingertip shaped bruises on his hips.
Minho idly brushed his fingers against them, but then stopped when he realized what he was doing. He silently swore at himself, reminding himself that it was nothing more than a one-night-stand and he didn't need to dwell on how good he felt when he saw those darkened marks against his skin, and he quickly finished getting ready so that he could leave. As the door shut and locked behind him, Chan woke up alone in the bed they'd shared the night before.
"Daddy!"
Minho heard the sound of his son as soon as he came in through the door of his apartment. Minho smiled, somehow managing to sound more awake than he felt as he said, "Morning, sweetheart." His six-year-old son was sitting at the island in the kitchen that was connected to both the living room and the entryway, the three sections creating an L-shape around the two bedrooms and bathroom. Meanwhile, Minho's brother, Dongmin, stood in the kitchen, cleaning up from having made breakfast. Minho directed his attention to his brother and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-"
"It's fine, Minni," replied Dongmin with a wave of his hand. "I had hoped this would be the case." He gestured vaguely to the backpack sitting on the floor behind the couch indicating that he'd already anticipated spending the night babysitting despite having only agreed to watch his nephew for a few hours the night before. "You deserve a night to be young every now and again."
"You say that like you're ancient." Minho snorted out a laugh as he changed into one of the pairs of house shoes by the door before he walked over to where Juon was sitting eating his breakfast. Minho dropped a kiss to the top of his son's head before he went over to help Dongmin finish picking up. "I've got this, hyung. You should head home. I'm sure your husband's missing you."
Dongmin smiled softly like he did every time that Jungkook was mentioned, and Minho nudged him gently with his shoulder. The two of them had only been married about six months, but they'd been together since they'd been in high school. Dongmin had always said that he'd known from their first kiss that Jungkook was the one for him. Minho had always wanted that sort of love in his life, but had never been lucky enough for that. "Okay," Dongmin said with a nod. "You don't need to tell me twice." He gave Minho a quick hug before focusing on his nephew. "It was fun hanging out, little man. I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Bye, Uncle Min," Juon replied with a big grin. He giggled when Dongmin reached across the island and pinched one of his cheeks before returning to his breakfast. Minho walked with Dongmin to the door after his brother had grabbed his backpack.
"Thanks again for watching him," Minho said quietly enough that Juon couldn't hear him over the sound of the TV playing in the living room - Juon's back was to the TV but he was listening to one of his favorite programs as he ate.
"Of course. You know Kook and I will watch him when we can. Just let us know when you need help, okay? Anytime." Dongmin put a hand on Minho's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. Minho let out a heavy breath and nodded his head. He knew that he could depend on his brother for help whenever he needed it. However, asking for that help was always difficult. "At least tell me that he was cute." Dongmin laughed when Minho's brows furrowed together in confusion at the statement. "Whosever bed you ended up in last night."
Minho's face immediately flushed as he found himself remembering a soothing voice and dimples. "Yeah, but it was just… a one time thing."
"Because you ran away."
Minho frowned and shook his head, even though he knew Dongmin had a point. He hadn't even given the guy a chance. "We were drunk, and it was just a bit of fun. We'll both forget about it before the day's over."
"Must've been shit in bed then."
Minho scoffed and shoved Dongmin toward the door. "I'm not talking about that with you," he insisted. Dongmin just laughed and told both Minho and Juon goodbye one more time before he left the apartment.
Once he was gone, Minho turned back to Juon, who was finishing the juice that he'd been given with his food. Minho sighed inaudibly and ran his fingers through his hair, wincing at the way the strands felt between his fingers. He really needed to shower before taking Juon to school and going to work. "All finished?" he asked as he walked over to the island.
Juon sat his plastic cup down on the counter and nodded his head. "Yep!" he said.
Minho then groaned dramatically while he helped Juon down from the stool he'd been sitting on. He probably could've gotten down on his own, but it was still a bit high considering Juon was a bit small for his age. He was definitely the shortest one in his class, but the doctor wasn't worried. She believed that Juon was going to end up being taller than the rest of his classmates. "You're getting big, kiddo," Minho teased.
Juon grinned up at him before looking over at the TV. "Dad, can I…?"
"Yeah," replied Minho with a nod. "Make sure you've got everything you need for school in your backpack first, then you can watch until we leave. I need to take a shower, alright?" Juon nodded his head in understanding and went to go check his bright yellow backpack that was sitting on a chair near the door.
Minho quickly picked up Juon's breakfast mess before he went to take a short shower, just long enough to wash off the remnants of the night before, and change for the day. He wasn't sure he was going to have time to make coffee, but he should have time to stop and grab some after dropping Juon off at his school. When he was finished drying his hair, he changed into clothes for work and then rushed out to the living room. "Ready, kiddo?" he asked.
"Yep!" replied Juon, popping the 'p' at the end - a habit he picked up from one of his classmates - Minho thought that Juon had said that Siwoo was the one who did it, or maybe it was Jason. It didn't really matter, though. Juon didn't show any signs of stopping the new habit anytime soon.
Minho double-checked Juon's backpack to make sure he really did have everything he needed in it, and then he helped Juon put it on before grabbing his own bag for work. Juon grabbed onto his hand as the two of them exited the apartment, telling him all about the week ahead and the fun things that would be happening at school.
Minho drove Juon to school that morning, like he did every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning. The other two days, Juon would get picked up at the apartment by one of the school buses because Minho didn't have to go to work as early, so he usually took the time to run any errands he had or to get a little more sleep if he could manage it. The car-ride to the school was full of singing along with music played over the speakers from Minho's phone - the song of the moment was "Golden", though Juon mostly mumbled the words and raised his voice at the few words he did know. Minho was sure he'd have the whole song memorized soon enough. They listened to a couple more songs, but ended up back on "Golden" by the time they made it to the school. Minho had to park behind the building Juon's kindergarten was in, but once he was parked, they got out of the car. Juon held Minho's hand as they walked around the building to the front door. There were some steps leading up to the doors, and Minho picked up Juon as they reached the stairs.
Juon clung tightly to him as Minho carried his son into the building and then up to the third floor where the school was. He had enrolled Juon in an English-speaking academy, which forced him to practice English, too - though he was pretty sure that Juon was better at it than he was. He'd done so to make sure that Juon would be able to communicate with his grandparents, not Minho's parents but the parents of Juon's other father. Minho had never wanted to cut them out of Juon's life simply because the guy didn't want either of them. They, at least, doted on Juon however they could given the distance. It was mostly video calls every couple of weeks and presents sent a couple of times a year since they lived in the States; but, still, Minho wanted Juon to be able to include them in his life and maybe one day Juon would venture over there when he was old enough.
Once Minho was inside the door to the academy and in the middle of the main hall, he placed Juon on the ground. The library, computer lab, and teachers' offices were behind him while the doors to the actual classrooms were further ahead. There were only a couple of classrooms on that floor, with more on the floor above that were used in the afternoon when the elementary students came. None of the teachers were lingering around in the hallway, but it was still a bit early. Minho could hear the sound of a few other students in their classrooms already, but the hallway was mostly quiet. He could also hear the distant sound of someone in another room behind him saying something about seeing who had just come onto the floor. "Hi, Chris Teacher!" Juon said as he looked around Minho to see who was coming down the hallway.
Minho turned to greet the teacher that Juon was talking to and then froze when he felt like someone had just yanked a rug out from beneath him at the far-too familiar face. Chan stood there, looking just as surprised as he did until he seemed to come to his senses. He smiled at Juon and said, "Morning, Juon. Go on to your classroom, Jennie Teacher should be in there already."
"Okay." He nodded his head at the instruction and then waved to Minho before turning and heading the other direction, down the hallway to the classroom almost at the very end where one of his teachers was already waiting.
Minho stood there for a few seconds more before mumbling a goodbye, quickly leaving in an attempt to put some distance between himself and Chan. "Hey, wait!" he heard Chan say behind him, but he didn't stop even when he heard the sound of Chan coming after him. Minho managed to get outside and around the side of the building before Chan caught his wrist. "I can't believe you."
Minho sighed and closed his eyes for a second before he looked at Chan and said, "Look, you-"
"If you already had a partner, why the fuck would you go home with me?" Chan interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain and accusation that made Minho feel like someone had slapped him in the face.
"Excuse me?" Minho scoffed and yanked his arm out of Chan's grasp. He knew that he hadn't told Chan the truth of having a kid, but to hear Chan so blatantly accusing him of cheating left a bitter taste in his mouth to match the way his scent soured along with his good mood.
"Next time you want to whore around, warn someone you-" Chan didn't get to finish what he was saying because Minho punched him in the face and shoved him back away from him. "Fuck!"
"I don't give a fuck who you are," Minho practically growled. "You do not get to talk to me - to anyone - like that." Minho stormed off, heading for his car as quickly as he could manage.
Chan stood there, gingerly feeling his nose as he glared in the direction that Minho had gone. His nose didn't feel broken, but it hurt a lot and he was sure it was bruising. He didn't really care about that, though. He was more angry about the fact that he'd liked Minho, and had wanted to find him and see him again, but finding out that the guy had a family already quickly derailed that. Chan watched as a car sped out of the parking area behind the building. He assumed it was Minho and he glared at the car until it disappeared from sight before he went back into the building.
He stopped by the bathroom to check his appearance in the mirror, and scowled when he saw that, sure enough, his nose and the area around his eyes were bruising. He gingerly touched his nose again, wincing at the way it felt, before he splashed some water on his face. Then he started to make his way back to the teachers' office, hoping that Felix had some makeup he could use for it. There was a low whistle when he entered and he glowered at Felix, making the younger man laugh. "What happened? Did you smack yourself with a door again?" he teased.
"No," Chan grumbled as he dropped down into his seat. "Remember that guy I told you that I hooked up with?" Felix hummed to show he was listening and nodded his head while gesturing for Chan to continue. "He's a parent to one of our students." Felix's jaw dropped as he froze in his chair. Chan nodded his head and frustratedly ran a hand through his hair, his jaw flexing. "I called him out on messing around with me when he's got a whole family - and, well, okay, maybe I didn't use the best words-"
"Chris…" Felix sighed with a shake of his head, knowing well how his friend's mouth tended to run away from him whenever he was mad about something.
"Yeah, well, he hit me and ran off."
"Dunno what you said, but I mean…" Felix shrugged, showing that he wasn't sure he could blame the guy - Chan didn't argue, which led Felix to believe that Chan really had said something awful. Felix shook his head again but started to fish around in his desk. He then made a triumphant noise as he stood up straight and handed Chan a compact with foundation in it that could match his skin tone and help minimize the appearance of the bruising.
Chan sighed again as he took the makeup, running the fingers of his free hand through his hair once more as he glanced over at the other teachers in the office. They all seemed to have their headphones blocking out his and Felix's conversation, which was good. He wasn't sure he wanted any unsolicited advice from any of them when Felix was the only one he considered a friend outside of work. Felix nudged Chan with his foot, making Chan look over at him. "Which kid?" Chan looked confused, making Felix roll his eyes. "Idiot. The guy. Which kid is his?"
"Oh, Lee Juon. The- Hey! What the hell, Felix?" Chan dropped the makeup in his hand to clutch his face in his hands again because that time Felix punched him in the face.
"What the fuck did you say to Minho?" Felix all but growled, looking far more dangerous than Chan had ever seen. He'd always known that Felix was an alpha like himself, but his demeanor had always been much softer than most alphas. Right then, with Felix's eyes nearly flashing with anger, Chan was reminded that he was actually outmatched by the other man due to Felix's years of martial arts training.
"Wait, you know him?"
Felix didn't answer right away. He was far too aware of the fact that they'd caught the attention of the rest of their coworkers. So, instead, he grabbed Chan by the arm and dragged him across the hallway to their manager's office. She wasn't at work yet, which would give them a bit of privacy to talk. "Of course I know him," Felix said as he shoved Chan back, making him stumble and hit the desk in the room. "And if he did that to you, then you really were an ass. So what the fuck did you say to him?"
Chan scoffed at that and looked incredulously. "You find out that he and I fucked last night and all you care about is that? Shouldn't you care that he cheated-"
"Cheated? Fuck's sake, Chan." Felix groaned as he ran a hand over his face. "Please, tell me you weren't a fuckwad and assumed that he's mated because he's got a kid."
"He's… not?" The fight that had tensed Chan's shoulders seemed to fade away as he watched Felix scoff and drop his hand. Chan's stomach twisted and turned as he suddenly felt sick from his own actions instead of his assumption of what was going on. In his surprise at realizing that Minho had a whole son he didn't know about, it hadn't occurred to him that maybe there wasn't someone else.
"No, he's not. He's a single parent, you moron." Chan looked like someone had punched him in the stomach and he let out a harsh little breath of disbelief. Felix scowled at him, arms crossed over his chest. "You would have known that if you'd taken the time to ask him instead of running your damn mouth."
"I didn't know!"
"That's not an excuse!" Felix kicked at Chan's shin, making Chan jump and groan - Felix kicked hard. "You shouldn't have just assumed he was cheating on someone and just talked to him. You realize that it makes you sound like every asshole stereotype? Having a child doesn't mean he has to be mated to anyone."
Chan knew that. He wasn't unaware that things didn't always happen the way they did in romance books or movies, but he'd just gotten stuck in his head, in his shock at seeing Minho with a little boy that was so clearly his son. They had looked far too much alike for Juon to be anything but his son. Chan's mouth had started working before his mind had been able to catch up with it. He also knew that Felix was right. There wasn't really any excuse for what he'd said. "Fuck." Chan sighed as he ran his hand over his face a few times, groaning faintly when it hurt. He'd forgotten for a moment about the bruising on his face.
"You should apologize." Felix looked like he was struggling not to hit Chan again for good measure.
Chan sighed with a nod of his head. "Yeah… if he'll even talk to me again after what I said."