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After Jisung falls in war, nothing is the same.
His mate Minho barely holds it together, but he has no choice. Raising a child while pregnant with a second one isn't easy, especially when the pack has to count every penny. There's no time for grief.
His best friend Changbin just wants to forget the things he had seen in battle. Desperately searching for a place where he belongs, he doesn't expect to find it among Jisung's pack – and certainly, he doesn't expect to fall in love with Minho.
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Ch1》》》After a few minutes, Minho said;
“I need to get up.”
“Stay,” Hyunjin commanded gently. “You need to rest.”
“But Channie-”
“Felix got it.”
“I’m useless,” Minho whined.
“No,” Hyunjin murmured, kissing his forehead. “You’re pregnant.”
If Minho’s eyes were open, he’d be rolling them hard enough to hurt. “You don’t say.” Why did everyone feel entitled to remind him of that these days? “Only a few more weeks and people will start asking if I got knocked up or just fat.”
“And what will you say?”
“Why not both?” He responded. “I gave birth and ate the baby.”
Hyunjin chuckled. “You’re as insane as the day I met you.”
Minho found the energy for a slight grin. “Whatever it takes to shut them up. None of their stupid business unless they want to sponsor the little shit.”
“Don’t talk like that about him.”
“Who says it’ll be a boy?”
“You want a girl, then?”
“I just want someone who won’t be drafted.”
Silence. Hyunjin’s hand froze for a split second, then proceeded to stroke his hair. “When will you cut your hair?” He asked, changing the topic.
Ch2》》》》“What does ‘afford’ mean?”
“It means...” Changbin hummed, trying to think of a way to explain this day-to-day word to a child. “It means you have enough money to buy something. So, if you have lots of money, you can afford lots of things.”
Changbin had no way of knowing if the boy really understood. Chan merely asked: “Where do you get money?”
“From working.”
“But how?”
“Well, you do something, and someone else gives you money for that.”
“Do what?”
“Like cutting hair or building houses.” Or fighting in a war. “Your uncles Hyunjin and Seungmin, for example: they work in a factory.”
“What's a fact-ry?”
Changbin heaved a sigh. Sometimes, all the questions could become exhausting.
“A place where stuff is produced.”
“What stuff?”
“All kinds of stuff.” Changbin pointed at the page, trying to bring the boy’s attention back to the story. “Now...”
“I don’t understand.”
Changbin bit back a groan. “What do you not understand?”
“Why do you get money from someone else?”
“Because the world just works like that,” Changbin said.
“But why?”
Changbin finally shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t think it makes sense either. It’s called capitalism.”
Chan started laughing at the complicated word.
“What’s capa-tism?”
Changbin joined his laughter, shaking his head.
“Nothing,” he said, though he was itching to say, a disease from America. “Forget it.”