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Minho had thought about it. He’d thought about it a lot. When he saw Felix with Jinae, the one year old mesmerized by her dam, he thought about it. When she snuggled close to him and he got a whiff of her milky, powdery pup scent he thought about it. The thought terrified him, but it also excited him. 

He wanted a pup. He wanted to have a second chance. And there was only one of his alphas he wanted to do it with. 

And when he looked at the calendar and saw that his heat and Changbin’s rut overlapped, he figured it was now or never. 

…

He watched Changbin from the kitchen as he and Jisung played with Jinae. The little one had just recently started to hold herself up on her own legs, taking wobbly steps with the assistance of one or more of her parents. She looked so much like Felix, but with Chan’s smile and curls atop her head. 

He found himself wondering what his and Changbin’s pup would look like. About what Eunwoo would have looked like. Would he have looked more like him? Or Changbin? Would he have had Changbin’s curls or sweet smile? His own eyes? 

He hadn’t thought much about Eunwoo, not until recently. Until the sudden desire, the sudden need he felt, telling him to try again to have a pup. And to give Changbin the chance to be there every step.

“Hey, Bin.” He finally said, catching the alpha’s attention. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” 

“Sure, Min.” He kissed Jinae on the cheek. “Play with Damma Sungie for a bit, Princess. I’ll be back.” 

“Su-gee.” She said, turning her attention to Jisung. She’d been slowly improving on her words in the recent months. She was able to recognize all eight of them by at least an approximation of their names.

“That’s right, Treasure.” Jisung praised her. “You’re so smart.” Changbin stood from the carpet, taking Minho’s offered hand. He led them over to his bedroom, the door closing behind him with a soft click. 

“Is everything okay?” Changbin asked. Minho wasn’t exactly sure of the answer to that question, if he was honest. 

“I’ve been thinking.” He said, in favor of answering his question. “About my heat coming up.” He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants. “And how your rut is going to hit at the same time.” God, this was so much harder than he thought it was going to be. Changbin, patient as ever, let him take his time and gather his thoughts. “And I know we should probably talk with the others before we decide anything, but…” The words seemed to get stuck in his throat. Did Changbin even want to sire a pup with him? Could he trust him not to lose another pregnancy? He felt hot tears build behind his eyes, and willed them not to spill over. 

“Min, Jagi.” Changbin cupped his face in his hands. “Hey, breathe. It’s okay.” He pulled Minho against his chest, petting his hair. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to be afraid to ask it. You know I’d do anything for you.” 

“I…” fear gripped his chest suddenly. Fear of Changbin rejecting him. Fear of failing again. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” He freed himself from Changbin’s arms, rushing out of the room. He vaguely heard Changbin call after him, but it felt as though his ears were stuffed with cotton.

He wasn’t sure exactly where he was headed until he found himself in front of Chan’s door. He didn’t bother knocking, knowing their pack alpha never minded them coming in whenever. 

Chan was lounging in bed, Hyunjin snuggled up in his arms. They both jumped at the sudden interruption. Minho would have felt bad, if not for the tornado of emotions he was experiencing. He tried to say something, but the only sound he could make was a choked sob. His scent was rotten, he could tell. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Chan reached for him. Minho collapsed onto the bed beside him, opposite Hyunjin, hiding his face in Chan’s neck. His breathing was shaky and his chest felt tight. 

“Min?” Hyunjin asked, petting his hair. “What happened?” Minho shook his head, attempting to use Chan’s scent to calm himself down. 

“Jinnie, can you give us a minute?” Chan asked. Hyunjin nodded. 

“I’ll be right down the hall if you need me.” He left the two alone, the click of the door closing prompting Minho to pull his face away. 

“Wanna tell me what happened, Love?” Chan asked. He wrapped his arms around him. 

“I want to have a pup.” He admitted. “And I want Changbin to sire them.”

“Min, that’s wonderful.” Chan smiled, though his scent gave away his concern. “So what’s got you so upset?”

“I tried to talk to Bin about it, but I panicked.” He wiped the tears from his eyes. “What if he doesn’t want me to carry his pup? What if he thinks I’m just going to lose them again?”

“Do you think he thinks that? Or do you think that?” Minho hesitated. It was possible he was projecting his own fear onto Changbin. “I think you need to talk to him. I know it’s scary. I remember how badly it affected you. But I think Binnie will be much more understanding than you give him credit for.”

“And you’re not upset that I want it to be him?” 

“Of course not.” Chan hooked a finger under his chin. “Two people I love more than anything in the world having a pup. Growing our family. How could I possibly be upset?” Chan kissed his forehead. “Would it help if I was there when you asked him?”

“It might.” 

“Whatever you need, Love. Just say the word.” 

“I need to do it soon.” Minho tucked his face back into Chan’s neck. 

“Why’s that?”

“My heat and his rut overlap at the end of next month.” Chan didn’t answer, for long enough that Minho felt worry settle in his stomach and his scent sour. “You think it’s a bad idea.”

“I never said that, Min.” Chan assured him. “But it does feel sudden.” 

“It feels sudden for me too.” Minho pulled away from Chan, sitting up beside him. “I always knew that eventually I’d want to try to get pregnant again. And recently, watching Jinae grow up, it all just sort of hit me. I’ve thought about it. I know we were planning on making a comeback eventually, and I still want that too. But Chan, I just feel this pull.” Chan looked at him curiously. They had been easing their way back into idol life. They were back in dance rehearsals, and 3Racha had finished the guides for a new album only a few weeks ago. “I want this so bad.”

“Min.” Chan pushed the hair out of Minho’s face. “It wouldn’t be easy, but I think we could make it work.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’d give everything up if it made my pack happy.” Minho smiled, leaning down and connecting their lips. “I can talk to the company, see if we can work out an album release without too much stress.”

“Don’t worry about it just yet. I still need to talk to Bin. He might not even want it.” 

“Don’t think like that. Changbin loves you. He doesn’t hold the miscarriage against you.” Chan’s hand rested on his waist, squeezing gently in an attempt to ground him. “He knows it wasn’t your fault.”

“But what if it was?”

“Why don’t I see if we can get you an appointment with Dr. Park before your heat? Just to put your mind at ease.” 

“I’d really appreciate that.” 

“I’ll call in the morning.” Chan cradled Minho’s head, pulling him down to rest against his chest. 

“Thank you.” 

“Talk to him.” Chan scratched his head. “Tell him how you're feeling.” 

“I will.” 

…

The following afternoon found him seeking out Changbin. Chan had secured him an appointment with Dr. Park for two days out. Provided the conversation went well, Minho wanted Changbin to be there. 

He found Changbin on the back patio, looking out into the yard where Felix, Hyunjin, and Jeongin had Jinae. 

“Hi.” He said carefully. 

“Hey!” It seemed as if Minho had caught him by surprise. “Hey, sorry. Are you okay? You scared me last night.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Minho moved closer to where Changbin stood. “I got in my own head about things, scared myself into running off. But I’m okay now.” He wasn’t sure if that last part was really true, but he hoped this conversation would help. “Can we try to talk again?”

“Yeah. Do you want to go inside?” Minho nodded. Changbin pressed a hand to the small of his back as they walked inside. They chose Changbin’s room for their talk. “What’s going on, Min?” Minho took a deep breath, steeling his nerves one last time. 

“I want to have your pup.” He said. Once he said it, it was like the floodgates had opened up. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it. I know I lost my last pregnancy, and maybe you don’t think I would be able to do it. Or if you’d even want me to. But, I keep thinking about Eunwoo and what he could have been if the situation was different and…”

“Hey hey.” Changbin grabbed his arms, stopping the pacing he hadn’t even realized he’d started. “Do you mean it?” He moved him until they sat side by side on the bed. 

“Which part?”

“You want to have my pup? You really want that?”

“I do.” He willed himself not to cry, bracing himself for a rejection. Minho didn’t anticipate the smile that spread across Changbin’s face, or how he kissed him with so much force he was pushed onto his back on the mattress. If that hadn’t given away the alpha’s feelings on the matter, the bright, happy notes that took over his scent certainly had. 

“I want that too.” He said against Minho’s lips. 

“Really?” He could no longer fight off the tears as relief filled him. Relief and joy. 

“Why wouldn’t I want my perfect Luna to carry my pup?” Changbin wiped the tears away. 

“Perfect.” Minho scoffs under his breath. 

“Yes, perfect.” Changbin doubled down. “You really thought I wouldn’t want to do this with you?”

“What if I lose another one?” 

“It’s going to be different this time.” Changbin promised. 

“I, uh, I have an appointment with Dr. Park in a few days. To make sure everything is okay. I want you to come with me.” 

“I’ll be there.” Changbin smelled sweet, his happiness evident. 

“We should… we should also talk with everyone else. If we’re going to be having another pup.” 

“We’ll talk to them.” Changbin adjusted them so he was between Minho’s legs. “Later though.” His hands wandered down to Minho’s waist.

“What are you doing?” Minho’s face flushed. “Are you really horny right now?”

“You just told me you want me to get you pregnant. And you look very pretty under me like this.” He connected their lips as his hands slipped under Minho’s shirt, exploring his soft skin. “So beautiful.” He dipped his head down, coaxing Minho to grant him access to his neck. 

“You know I’ll have you under me soon enough.” Minho teased as Changbin trailed kisses down his neck. It was always a game with them, outside of their heat and rut, that usually ended with Minho on top. Not that either of them could complain. Changbin loved submitting to his Luna. 

“So long as I can knot you, I don’t care what position we’re in.” Chanbin said with a nip at his scent gland, sending a shiver down Minho’s spine. “Now, should we practice me putting a baby in you?” Minho wrapped his ankles around Changbin’s hips, rolling them over so he was sat in his lap. 

“I think that is an excellent idea.” He rolled his hips, noting how hard Changbin was. He felt a swell of pride at how easily he was able to turn on his mate. “You want to breed me, Alpha? Make me big and round with your pup?”

“Fuck. Yes. Want that so bad.” He grabbed Minho’s hips, assisting his gyrations. “Wanna give you my knot. Fill you up so good. God, you’re even prettier on top.” Minho pulled his shirt off and leaned forward to kiss Changbin again. He pulled at Changbin’s shirt, removing the offending garment. Minho’s hands explored the expanse of his chest, groping and squeezing the firm muscle. He felt slick seeping through his clothes, Changbin’s scent spurring him on further. 

“‘M so wet.” He moaned. 

“Wanna taste.” Changbin pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Minho lifted himself up long enough to pull his shorts and underwear off. “Come here.” He guided Minho up his body until he hovered over his face. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Minho’s face turned red. He’d always been a bit self conscious about his scent. Leather wasn’t exactly a very omegan scent, wasn’t sweet or fruity like his mates’. But the rest of the pack seemed to love it, and would always tell him so. Changbin licked at his hole, making Minho shutter. “So good. Could live off your slick.” Changbin hooked his arms around Minho’s thighs, pulling him down so he was fully seated against his mouth. 

“God, Bin. I love your tongue.” Minho’s fingers tangled in Changbin’s hair as he started grinding against his tongue. “Feels so good.” 

Changbin ate him out like he was a man starved. Drinking up every last drop of slick he could, which only prompted Minho to produce more. He could feel himself soaking Changbin’s face, and was too far gone to be embarrassed about it. Changbin’s expert tongue stretched him open in the most delicious way. If the feeling of Changbin eating him out wasn’t enough, the alpha reached up and took Minho’s cock in his hand. 

“Fuck! Don’t stop.” Minho was panting, the feeling of his impending orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. “Don’t fucking stop.” His body tensed, inching closer to his release. “I’m gonna cum.” He pulled Changbin’s hair tighter as he hurtled closer to the edge. “Holy shit! CHANGBIN!” Minho spilled all over Changbin’s hand, his body taught as a bowstring while more slick gushed out of him onto Changbin’s face. 

Minho pulled himself away from Changbin’s mouth, the alpha’s tongue still licking into him. Changbin protested the loss of contact.

“If I sit on your face all afternoon, how will I take your knot?” Minho asked with a raised eyebrow. Changbin groaned, remembering suddenly how hard he was. “That’s what I thought. You just lay there all sexy. I’ll do all the work.” Minho moved down his body, quickly removing Changbin’s sweatpants and boxers. He took Changbin’s length, rock hard and an angry red, in his hand, licking a slow stripe from base to tip. “God, I love having your cock in my mouth.” He kissed the tip. “But that’s not what were here for, is it?” 

“Jus’ wanna be inside.” Changbin slurred. “Please, Min.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Minho teased, continuing to stroke his length. “So slick drunk. So desperate for your Luna. Don’t worry, Baby. I’ll take good care of you. And you’re gonna fill me up right? Put your pups in me?” Changbin nodded rapidly. “What a good alpha.” He moved to straddle Changbin’s waist once again, guiding his length to his entrance. He sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. “You fill me up so good, Binnie. Always so good for your Luna.” Once Changbin was fully sheathed inside him, Minho sat for a moment. Just feeling him. 

“Move. Please Luna.” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Minho braced himself with his hands on Changbin’s chest, lifting himself up in his knees until nothing but his tip was inside, then dropping back down quickly. 

“Not gonna- fuck- not gonna last long.” Changbin’s hands shot to Minho's waist. “You’re so tight. So-Shit- so perfect. Love you so much.” Minho picked up speed, Changbin’s cock brushing against his prostate in the most incredible way. He felt Changbin’s knot inflating, catching on his rim. The alpha wasn’t kidding when he said he was close. Though Minho wasn’t far off from his second orgasm. 

“So good, Binnie. So good for me.” Minho found it harder to move as his knot got bigger and bigger. Locking him in place. The rhythmic drag against his prostate became a consistent pressure, Minho rutting against it, chasing his release. “Come with me. Please.” Changbin was helpless but to follow his order, filling Minho as the omega spilled across his chest. 

Minho leaned over him, hand braced against the headboard as he caught his breath. 

“Hi.” Changbin panted, making him chuckle. 

“Hi.” He said back. “It’s been a while since we’ve had each other like that.”

“I missed it.” Changbin caressed Minho’s cheek, Minho leaning into the touch. He kissed the palm of Changbin’s hand. He noticed the alpha’s eyes were glassy. 

“Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” Changbin wiped his eyes. “I just can’t believe you want to have my pup.” 

“I love you. I want to try. And I want to do it with you.”

“I love you too.” 

…

“How are you doing?” Changbin asked, squeezing Minho’s thigh. Changbin had offered to drive to Minho’s appointment, as the omega’s nerves were getting the better of him the entire morning. It had caused some concern in a few of their mates, as well as Jinae, who didn’t like how nervous his scent was when he hugged her goodbye. 

“I just don’t want her to tell me anything bad.” He admitted quietly. 

“It’s gonna be okay, no matter what she says.” Changbin squeezed his thigh again.

They made it to the doctor’s office, signed in, and took their seats in the waiting room. It was thankfully empty for the time of day. Dr. Park primarily saw idols, and Minho really didn’t want to run into anyone they knew right now. 

“Bang Minho.” The sweet looking nurse called. “Follow me.” He led them down the hall to their room. “My name is Eunwoo, I’ll be assisting Dr. Park during your appointment today.” Minho’s breath caught, and he vaguely felt Changbin squeeze his shoulder. The nurse didn’t seem to notice, instructing Minho to change into the gown waiting at the exam table. “Just crack open the door when you’re done so I can take your vitals.” 

Once he was changed and his vitals taken, he and Changbin were left alone to wait for the doctor.

“It’s going to be okay, Min.” Changbin took his hand. Minho flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“You heard his name too, right? I didn’t make that up?”

“That was real, Min.” Changbin assured him. 

“I’ve thought about our Eunwoo a lot recently. I…” He sighed, stopping himself from rambling. “I’m over thinking, aren’t I?”

“I don’t think so.” A knock at the door ended their conversation, Dr. Park slipping into the room. 

“Good morning Minho-ssi. Changbin-ssi” She smiled warmly at the pair. “I understand you’re here for a bit of a special reason, am I correct?”

“I want to get pregnant.” Minho explained, holding Changbin’s hand tighter. “And, with my history, we want to make sure everything is okay before we start trying.” Dr. Park nodded, humming thoughtfully. “I remember you said the miscarriage was stress induced, and not anything to do with me, but I want to be sure.” 

“Of course.” She spun around in her chair, typing something on her computer. “According to your bi-annual physicals, you’re in great health, though I understand the concern. We’ll start with an ultrasound, to see if there may be any visible issues with your uterus, then a pelvic exam. I’ll also run some blood work, as well as a urine sample. Those results should be back in two to three days.” She finished typing and looked back at Minho. “I do want to warn you. There is never a one hundred percent chance you carry to term, for any pregnancy.”

“I understand.” He nodded. 

“Let’s begin then.” She reached for the ultrasound machine in the corner. “Lay down please and open the gown.” Minho did as he was told. He remembered watching Felix do this exact thing countless times. “The gel is cold.” Despite the warning, Minho still shivered when the gel hit his stomach. She pressed the wand to his stomach, spreading the gel and she turned on the screen. 

Minho let himself daydream a bit, about how in a few months they could be in this position looking at their pup on the screen. Changbin and the rest of his mates holding his hand while they track their baby’s progress. 

“Everything looks very good.” Dr. Park confirmed. “There’s nothing sticking out to me that could be concerning.” Minho felt himself relax at her words, his grip on Changbin’s hand loosening. 

She finished the ultrasound and moved on to the pelvic exam, confirming there were no issues she could find there either. When she was finished, Eunwoo came back in and drew his blood. He handed him the cup for the sample, instructing him to leave it in the bathroom when he was done. 

Finally finished with the appointment and back in the car, Minho sighed in relief. 

“Feeling better?” Changbin asked. 

“A lot better.” He sagged back in his seat. “I want to talk to the rest of the pack tonight. After Jinae goes to bed. I don’t want anything else up in the air.” 

“I’ve got your back.” Minho took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and sent out a text to the group chat 

Minho:

Pack meeting tonight? After we put Jinae to bed. 

Hyunjin:

Is it about your appointment? Is everything okay? 

Jisung:

Are you sick?

Minho:

I’m not sick Sungie. There’s just something I want to talk to everyone about. 

Chan:

We’ll all be there Min 😘

Minho felt himself smile. He already knew he had Chan’s support, but the reassurance was nice. He actually felt almost excited. 

…

“Okay!” Felix called as he decided the stairs. “Jinae is asleep.” Even after a year, Felix still insisted on being the one to put her to bed every night. Minho wondered if he’d be the same way when his pup was born. “What did you need to talk to us about?” He suddenly had five sets of eyes on him, waiting for him to say what he needed to. Changbin grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently, while Chan rubbed his back. Minho took a deep breath. 

“I want us to have another pup.” He said carefully, looking at his mates to gauge their reactions. “And I want to carry it.” Felix was the first to respond, jumping up from his seat and collecting Minho in his arms. 

“Are you sure, Min?” Seungmin asked. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I am.” Felix held him tighter. “My trip to the doctor today was to see if I even can.”

“And?” Jisung asked. 

“She’s optimistic about his chances.” Changbin answered for him. “We just have to wait for the lab results. Should take a few days.” 

“I wanted to talk to you all about it. See if we’re ready to do it all over again.” Minho explained. “I know Jinae is still young. And, maybe it won’t even take during my next heat. But I want to try.” 

“It won’t be easy.” Jeongin said. “But… I think with eight of us, it might not be so hard either.” 

“I think Jinae will be a great older sister.” Felix said. “I’m on board. One hundred percent.” 

“I’ve always wanted a big family.” Hyunjin admitted. “If you think you’re ready, I’m all in.” 

“You already know my answer.” Chan said. 

“Seungmin? Jisung?” Changbin asked. The two hadn’t answered, both looking nervously at Minho. 

“I’m just worried about you.” Jisung admitted. “And what kind of effect it might have on you if…” he stopped himself, as if saying the word would jinx it. 

“That’s why I’m being so careful, Sungie.” Minho pulled himself away from Felix, moving to sit by Jisung. “It’s going to be different this time, I can feel it.” He had a much more positive outlook about his possible pregnancy than he had that morning. 

Maybe it was silly, but meeting that nurse made him feel like it was all going to be alright. 

“Then I’m on board.” Jisung decided. 

“Me too.” Seungmin said. “If you’re comfortable trying again, then so am I.” 

“There’s one more thing.” Minho said. “I want Changbin to sire the pup. He and I talked about it already. Our cycles hit at the same time next month. I just don’t want anyone to feel hurt by that choice.” He was looking at Jeongin, trying to decipher how the alpha was feeling. 

“It’s your decision.” Jeongin assured him. “Is it okay for me to ask why?”

“Of course.” Minho met Changbin’s eyes. “Changbin sired the pup I lost. It feels only right that I try again with him.” Jeongin nodded in understanding. 

Minho felt lighter knowing all of his mates supported him in his choice. He wasn’t even afraid of what his lab work might say. He had his family with him, he wouldn’t go through it alone this time. 

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Minho was sat on the living room floor, entertaining Jinae, when he received a phone call. 

“Hello?” He said, balancing the pup in his lap. 

“Minho-ssi?” A man’s voice rang through the phone. 

“Speaking.” He confirmed. 

“Hello! This is Eunwoo calling from Dr. Park’s office.” Minho scrambled to his feet, Jinae shouting excitedly as she was adjusted to his hip. 

“Yes. Hi. Hello. Can you give me just a moment?” He made his way down the hall to find Changbin, who was sitting at his desk in his room. The alpha looked at him curiously. “Doctors office.” Minho explained as he put the phone on speaker and placed it on the desk. Changbin stood up straighter, full attention on the phone. “Sorry, Eu-Eunwoo, you were calling about the lab work, yes?” 

“Yes. Dr. Park asked me to reach out. She’s reviewed the blood work and urinalysis and she’s very pleased to pass along the message that you’re in perfect health.” Minho’s heart hammered in his chest. He realized his scent might not be the best when Jinae made a displeased noise. He apologized to the pup with a kiss on her head. “She would like you to set up an appointment for two weeks after your next heat.”

“So there’s nothing she thinks would stop me from getting pregnant?” Minho asked. 

“Nothing at all. She says that, if you stop your birth control now, you could even be pregnant by the end of your next heat.” 

“Th-thank you, Eunwoo.” Minho’s hands shook as he reached for the phone again. 

“My pleasure. Best of luck to you.” Eunwoo hung up the phone. 

“Looks like someone’s gonna be a big sister soon.” Changbin cooed at Jinae. 

“Let’s actually get me pregnant before we start teaching her about that.” Minho suggested with a little laugh. Jinae cuddled closer to Minho, his scent becoming lighter at the good news. 

“Damma Minnie smells good, doesn’t he Treasure?” Changbin asked the pup. “He smells happy.” 

“So do you.” Changbin smelled like a bright sunny morning, his morning dew sweet and airy. 

“‘Appy.” Jinae parroted. 

“Very good, Sweetheart.” Minho praised. “Brilliant girl. Are you happy, Sweet Girl?” 

“‘Appy.” She repeated. “‘Ungy!”

“You’re hungry, Treasure?” Jinae continued to babble. “Well how dare we keep you waiting. Come on, Appa Bin, let’s go get our pup some lunch.” Minho held out his free hand to Changbin, who took it eagerly. 

…

Minho’s heat and Changbin’s rut came faster than any of them thought it would. Minho spent his preheat with his omegas, as any of them always did during that point in their cycles. It was still early in his preheat, and he was still fairly cognisant. 

“Just think.” Jisung said. “After this heat you might be pregnant.” 

“Let’s not get our hopes up yet, Jagi.” Minho requested. “I hope I will be, but I’m trying to prepare myself for if it doesn’t take.” Jisung nodded, choosing not to continue the conversation. 

“You’re sure you want to stay in your room, right?” Hyunjin asked. They’d decided that Minho would nest in his own room and have Changbin join him there instead of keeping the pack out of the den for the next few days. 

“I’m sure.” Minho confirmed. 

“And you’re sure you don’t want any of us to help you before you enter your heat?” Felix asked. 

“I want to wait for Bin.” 

“Okay.” Felix tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m proud of you, you know.” 

“Why?”

“It’s probably scary. I can’t imagine you’re not nervous about all this.” 

“Of course I am.” He cupped Felix’s cheek. “It helps to be realistic though. Dr. Park says my chances are good, and I’m inclined to believe her. But sometimes things don’t work in our favor. I don’t want to put all my hope into getting pregnant this time around.” 

“But you want it so bad.” Jisung pouted. “I want it for you too.” 

“Thank you, Jisungie.” Minho kissed his head.  

“I have a good feeling about this heat.” Hyunjin admitted. “The fact that you’re both synced up is a sign I think.” 

“There have been a few signs.” Minho whispered. “I want them to mean that everything will work out.” He felt his throat constrict, his emotions going in all directions in his preheat state. “But Felix is right, I’m scared. All of those tests, but there’s never any guarantee it won’t happen again.” 

“No. There’s not.” Hyunjin leaned over Felix and kissed Minho’s head. “But you have all of us to lean on. And we’ll do everything we can to make sure you have a safe pregnancy. You won’t be alone this time.” 

“I should have told you all back then. Shouldn’t have kept you all in the dark about what was going on. Chan and I thought it would have put too much strain on you all after everything.”

“You have no need to explain yourself.” Felix assured him. “You did what you thought was right at the time.” 

“We were still young, and unpresented.” Jisung added. “We probably wouldn’t have been as much help as we would have liked to be.” 

“You’re all too forgiving, you know that?” Minho hid his face in Felix’s chest, the younger omega giggling. His chest was fuller, given all the milk he was producing still. 

“We’re mates.” Hyunjin reminded him. “We’re all just trying to do what’s best for our family. And we’ve been family far longer than we’ve been mates.” 

“We have been, haven’t we?” 

“You should rest, Min.” Felix urged. “Your scent is getting sweeter by the minute. I doubt Bin is going to let you sleep much once he’s in here with you.” Minho hummed pleasantly at the thought. “Oh, he liked that.” 

“I can’t blame him.” Hyunjin said. “Binnie in rut is a sight to see. I’m a little jealous Min’s getting his full attention.” Minho blushed over being spoken about like he wasn’t there. Though, it seemed like he wasn’t quite there, as he settled further into the haze of preheat. 

…

Minho entered his heat early in the morning, his fellow omega’s vacating the room and allowing Changbin in. He was already in the throws of his rut and wasted no time.

“Alpha.”  Minho held his arms out to him, Changbin settling between his spread legs easily. “Need your knot. Please.”

“Smell so good.” Changbin stuck his nose into the crook of his neck. “Fertile. Fill you with pups.”

“Yes. Pups. Want your pups.” Minho’s hips bucked up, their cocks rubbing together and sending shocks of pleasure through them. “Inside.” Changbin complied without argument, pressing against Minho’s entrance. He was soaked, slick covering his thighs down to his knees, and took Changbin easily. “Yes. So good Alpha. Fuck. So big.” Changbin took one of Minho’s legs and hooked it over his shoulder, slick smearing against his chest. He didn’t waste time going slow, neither of them having the patience for it. He drilled into Minho, forcing pleased noises out of him. 

“So tight, so wet.” Changbin panted. “So good for me. My Luna.” He bent forward to connect their lips, kissing him hungrily. 

While outside of their cycles, Minho was in charge in bed, during his heat he fell into his more… base instincts, and an in rut Changbin was more than happy to comply with whatever he wished. “Turn over for me.” He pulled out, Minho making a distressed sound. Changbin grabbed him by the hips, manhandling him onto his hands and knees. “Good boy.” He slapped Minho’s ass, the omega moaning. Changbin slid himself back into Minho, continuing the brutal pace he had set. 

“Your knot. please. “ Minho begged. “Want your- agh- your pups.” 

“You’ll get my pups, Love.” Changbin braced his arm across Minho’s abdomen, pulling him up so he was flush against Changbin’s chest. “Take me so well. Gonna be so pretty pregnant with my pups. Gonna fill you up, keep you full.” Minho could only moan in response, his orgasm rapidly approaching. Changbin bit down on his mark at the base of Minho’s neck, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to send Minho toppling over the edge and spill onto the sheets below them. “So good. You ready for my knot?”

“Please.” Minho begged. He was babbling nonsense now, words Changbin could hardly make out. His knot was quickly expanding, his rhythm changing from long, deep strokes, to a shallow grind. Minho reached behind him, tangling his finger’s in Changbin’s hair. 

“Fuck. Cumming.” His knot locked them together, Changbin filling him with his seed. 

…

The next few days passed by in a blur. When the two weren’t sleeping, they were going at each other. The room was stifling with the thick pheromones they were releasing. Minho vaguely remembered their mates stepping in quickly to leave water or get them to eat something. Though, Changbin would have been content to live off Minho’s slick for the duration of their time together. 

Their respective heat and rut broke around the same time, four days after they locked themselves away. Changbin was resistant to releasing Minho when Jisung and Felix came in to bring Minho to the bathroom to bathe him. Minho was also hesitant to leave the alpha’s side. The two omega’s relented, convincing both of them to come with them to clean up. Changbin lifted Minho into his arms easily and carried him to the bathroom. The bath was already prepared, Hyunjin making sure the water was a good temperature for them. 

After they were properly cleaned, they were dressed and led to the kitchen table where Seungmin had cooked them a real meal. Rather than taking their own seats, Changbin placed Minho in his lap. The omega went willingly and allowed the alpha to feed him. Chan sat with them, Jinae in his lap. 

“Someone missed you guys.” Chan said. Jinae proved her papa’s point by attempting to wriggle out of Chan’s arms towards the pair. Minho chuckled fondly, accepting the squirmy toddler. 

“We missed you too, Treasure.” Minho kissed the top of her head. Since Jinae was born, when one of them was in heat or rut, the rest of the pack would cycle through who was taking care of said packmate so no one, save for the one on their cycle, would have to spend too long away from her. She was very attached to all of them it seemed, and would cling to whoever had been vacant for those days for quite a while afterward. It seemed it affected her much more when it was two of them absent for that long.

“How are you feeling?” Chan asked.

“Good. Tired.” Changbin adjusted the arm around Minho so it was around both him and Jinae. 

“Sore.” Minho admitted. “But good.”

“Do you think it took?”

“We’ll find out in a few weeks when I see Dr. Park again.” Changbin held the spoon up to Minho’s mouth, who gratefully took the offered bite of food. “We will not be getting our hopes up before that. Okay?” He looked back and forth between the two alphas. They both nodded. “Thank you.” He turned his attention to the pup in his lap. “What do you think, Treasure? Do you want to cuddle in the nest with Damma Minnie and Appa Binnie?”

“Nest!” Jinae cheered, clapping. 

“Okay, Sweetheart. After we finish eating we’ll go to the nest.” He kissed her curls again. “Maybe we’ll get everyone to join us.” He looked up at Chan.

“I’ll wraggle the pack.” Chan agreed easily. He kissed both of their heads before disappearing down the hall. 

They finished their meal, or Changbin finished his meal and fed Minho his, and the three made their way to the nest. Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix were already there, finishing setting up the nest so it was comfortable. Jisung and Felix had clearly dug out their softest, fluffiest nesting materials, which Minho appreciated. Jinae wiggled in excitement, reaching out towards the nest. 

“Nest!” She shouted. 

“Yes, Love Bug, it is a nest.” Felix praised. He reached for Jinae, but the toddler was content in Minho’s arms. “I know, you missed Damma Minnie and Appa Binnie. We did too.” He addressed his mates next. “We just finished. Climb in.” The two didn’t have to be told twice, entering the nest and settling Jinae between them. 

…

Two weeks later found Minho in a car with Changbin once again. He couldn’t tell if he was more nervous, or less, as they pulled into the parking lot. He hadn’t been feeling any different, no indication that he could make out he might be pregnant. His scent hadn’t even changed, at least not in a way any of his mates had noted.

No, he refused to think one way or the other. Nothing was true until Dr. Park said so. 

He checked himself in and was led down the hall by a nurse that was definitely not Eunwoo. She handed him a cup and pointed him to the bathroom. When he was done their, the nurse came back in and drew his blood. The two of them were then left alone to wait for the doctor. 

“Good day, Minho-ssi. Changbin-ssi.” Dr. Park greeted as she entered the room. “How are we feeling today?”

“Okay.” Minho said. “Would feel better if I knew.”

“Of course.” Dr. Park took a seat on the stool by the desk. “No beating around the bush then.” She sighed and looked at her computer. “From the looks of it, the urine pregnancy test came back negative.” Minho felt his heart fall all the way to his feet. “Now, I don’t want you to be discouraged, it could just be too early to tell for this sort of test. We’re going to run the bloodwork and see how that comes out.”

“But I’m not pregnant.” Minho said, willing himself not to tear up. 

“From what we can tell right now.” She insisted. “Nothing is final until the bloodwork comes back.”

“And how long will these labs take?” Changbin asked. 

“They’re simpler, we’re only running a handful of tests, so they should be back tomorrow. We’ll call you as soon as they’re in.” She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I really wish I had better news for you, Minho-ssi. I do hope the bloodwork has more positive results.”

“But if it doesn’t?” Minho’s voice was shaking. 

“Then we start back at square one. All the signs point to you being able to carry. Sometimes it just doesn’t take.”

“What if it’s me?” Changbin asked.

“Well, alpha fertility isn’t exactly my area of expertise.” Dr. Park admitted. “If the bloodwork comes back negative as well, I suggest you speak with your doctor so they may run the proper tests.” Changbin nodded. 

“Thank you, doctor.” Minho looked down at the ground. 

“Perhaps, I should leave you two alone a moment.” Minho continued to look down at the floor as the doctor left the room. 

“Min?” Changbin reached for his hand. 

“I’m not pregnant.” He whispered. “All those signs and… and I’m not pregnant.” 

“Maybe not this time. But we can always try again.”

“I can’t go through this heartbreak again.” He finally let the tears he was holding back fall. “I can’t try again. Not yet.” 

“I understand. I’m sorry.” 

“How do we tell the others?” Minho wiped his eyes. 

“I’ll tell them. So you don’t have to.” Changbin already had his phone out, sending a text to the pack chat asking that they all don’t crowd Minho when they got home. “Whatever you need, Min. I’m right here. We’re all here for you.”

“I’m sorry. That I couldn’t give you this. Some perfect Luna.” 

“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Changbin stood from his chair and sat beside Minho on the exam table. “You are a perfect Luna. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

“I don’t feel like one.” 

“Then I’ll remind you in every way I can until you do.” Changbin kissed their interlocked fingers. 

…

Minho proceeded to hide away in his room for the rest of the day. And into the morning. Changbin did his best to keep their mates from bothering him, knowing he’d want to be alone. The omegas were particularly worried about their Luna. Felix tried to get in with Jinae, hoping the pup would raise his spirits, but Changbin stopped them. 

“Maybe tomorrow.” He insisted. “He just needs time.”

“He didn’t eat all day yesterday. He hasn’t eaten anything today.” Jisung insisted. “We need to be there for him.”

“I know, Sungie.” Changbin sighed. “But you didn’t see him when she broke the news. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him more devastated.” 

“But… but there’s still some hope, right?” Jeongin asked. “The blood test…”

“Could still come back positive, I know. I don’t want to give him any false hope though. Because it could just as easily come back negative.” 

“He shouldn’t be alone when they call him with the results.” Felix said. “Someone should be with him.” 

“If he wants someone with him, he’ll ask.” Changbin was clearly not budging on letting Minho be alone. “Just let him handle this how he needs to handle it.” All of a sudden, as if summoned, Minho came running into the living room.

“They’re calling.” He said, holding out his phone. 

“Answer it!” Jisung insisted.

“What if it’s bad news?” 

“Then you won’t have to hear it alone.” Felix assured him. “Answer it.” Minho took a shaky breath, then answered the phone. 

“Hello?” He said. “Yes. This is he… and?” He chewed his lip as whoever was on the other line spoke to him. “Really? You’re sure? … yes. Yes I can do that.” Though he was very good at controlling his face, his scent became brighter. “Thank you, Eunwoo. You have a good day.” He pulled the phone away from his ear, looking as if he was about to cry again. “Where are Hyunjin, Chan, and Seungmin?”

“I’ll go get them.” Jeongin was up and off to find the rest of their mates. He returned quickly with the three of them looking very confused.

“The doctor called.” He explained. “I’m pregnant.”

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“Hello?” Minho said into the phone. 

“Minho-ssi?” The now familiar voice of Eunwoo replied from the other end of the line. Minho hoped that was a good sign. 

“Yes. This is he.” 

“It’s Eunwoo. I’m calling because Dr. Park reviewed your latest labs.”

“And?” Minho felt like he was holding his breath. 

“Congratulations. Your labs show that you are in fact pregnant.” 

“Really? Are you sure?” Minho’s heart hammered in his chest. He was having trouble processing what he’d just been told. 

“We’re sure. It just seems that you’re not far enough along for it to read on the initial test.” Eunwoo sounded like he was smiling. It was probably a boost in his day to give good news like this. “Dr. Park wants to see you back in the office in two weeks and we can check back in.”

“Yes. Yes, I can do that.” 

“Fantastic. We’ll see you then.”

“Thank you, Eunwoo. You have a good day.” 

“You too. And congratulations.” The line went dead and Minho stood there for a moment. Just processing. 

“Where are Hyunjin, Chan, and Seungmin?” He asked. 

“I’ll go get them.” Jeongin offered, running off down the hall. Minho’s hands were shaking, the reality hardly setting in for him. His mates that were present stared at him expectantly. Jinae even had her full attention on him. Jeongin returned quickly, the rest of his mates looking confused and concerned behind him. 

“The doctor called.” He said, meeting each of their eyes. “I’m pregnant.” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he took in the happy looks on each of their faces. “It was too soon for the first test to tell.” His omegas were on him first, pulling him into a group hug all together. “I’m pregnant.” He whispered again. Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix pressed kisses all over his face as Minho basked in the scent of his mates’ happiness at the news. He was enveloped in the sweetest fruit salad. It calmed his still shaky nerves as the reality that he was really pregnant settled on him. 

When they finally released him, it was Chan’s arms he was swept into next. The alpha held him tight in a hug that felt almost like a promise. Like protection. 

He pulled away from Chan at the sound of a deep, angry growl. Chan whipped around, pulling Minho behind him. Minho’s eyes went wide when he realized who the growl came from. 

Changbin looked angry. He stared Chan down with something akin to a challenge in his eyes. His nostrils flared and he growled again, noting Chan’s protective arm around Minho. 

“My pup.” He huffed. “My omega.”

“Are you serious?” Seungmin stepped between the two alphas. A foolish move perhaps, when one of them looked ready to attack. Changbin growled at Seungmin standing between him and his target. “You dumb knot head.” Chan stepped around Seungmin, and Changbin’s eyes followed him. His demeanor softened the further Chan moved from Minho. 

“You were really about to challenge me over Minho?” Chan sounded pissed. “What the hell?” He crowded close to Changbin, grabbing him by hair at the nape of his neck and effectively scruffing him. The act pulled Changbin out of whatever haze he was under, and he suddenly had the wherewithal to look ashamed. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He stammered out. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“You and I are going to talk about this later.” Chan tugged at Changbin’s hair one more time before releasing him. “Perhaps you need reminding who submits to who here.” The insinuation sends sparks of both fear and arousal down Changbin’s spine. He looked over at Minho, feeling guilty all over again. 

“I’m sorry.” He said again. He vaguely heard the sound of Felix trying to calm Jinae, the pup probably distressed from his outburst. He kept his eyes on Minho, unable to look away from his mate. Who was pregnant with his pup. 

“Oh, I see what that was about.” Hyunjin said, realization dawned on him. “His wolf was threatened by a higher ranking alpha too close to the omega he got pregnant.” Changbin felt himself flush, embarrassed now that the answer had been found. “You dumbass. You’re mated to both of them. Chan’s not going to steal Minho and the pup away.” 

“Really?” Chan raised an eyebrow. He looked less angry, and more intrigued. “Interesting.” 

“Can we get our pheromones under control, please?” Felix requested. “You’re all stinking up the living room and our daughter is right here.” Jinae had her face hidden in Felix’s neck, likely searching for his calm, steady peach scent. Felix looked none too happy at the outburst and subsequent reactions it had caused. “I’m going to take her out for a walk to calm her down. Please make sure the house doesn’t reek when we get back.” He glared at the two alpha’s before turning and storming out the front door, Jinae tucked tightly against his chest. 

“I’m going to go with him.” Jeongin said, slinking past the two alphas. He was clearly trying not to provoke either of them as he moved towards the door to follow Felix out. Neither Chan nor Changbin paid him any mind. 

“We’re also going to go for a walk.” Hyunjin said quickly. “Sung? Minnie?” The two quickly agreed, rushing out to catch up with the others and leaving the three of them alone.

“Or we can talk about this now.” Chan seemed to finally notice the house had cleared out. “Min?”

“You challenged Chan…” He said slowly. “Over me.”

“Min, I didn’t…” Changbin stuttered.

“No! You don’t get it Changbin!” Minho was shaking, and he was angry. This was the last thing he wanted. The stress. “You tried to claim ownership of me. You disrespected me as an omega, and as your Luna.” Changbin fell to his knees. “I don’t belong to you because you sired my pup. This is a choice that I made. That we made. Together. One that I’d hoped was good for our pack.” 

“Please don’t say it was a mistake.” Changbin begged, tears streaming down his face. “It wasn’t a mistake.”

“You challenged our pack alpha. And If that was all then maybe we could just move past it. Have Chan handle it how he sees fit. But… I don’t know how I can look past what you did.” He wiped at his eyes, fighting off the angry tears. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He was supposed to be happy. He just found out he was pregnant, like he was hoping for. With Changbin’s pup, like he wanted. But then he had to go and ruin it.

“Minho…”

“I’m going to the dance studio.” Minho decided. “I need to clear my head.” 

“Go on.” Chan said. “I’ve got him. Just be careful, yeah?” Minho nodded, spared one last glance at Changbin, and left. 

“What am I going to do with you, Bin?” Chan asked when they were finally alone. 

“I really am sorry.” Changbin could hardly speak, voice heavy with guilt and grief. “I would never… should have never challenged you. Or did that to Minho.” 

“This isn’t like you. I’m just trying to understand what happened.” That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? What could have possibly possessed him to not only challenge their pack alpha, but to lay a claim on Minho he had no right to? To turn around and disrespect both of his pack heads in one fell swoop? He felt sick to his stomach. 

“I have to go after him.” Changbin attempted to stand. “I have to make this right.” 

“Not right now.” Chan clamped a hand down on his shoulder, keeping him in place. “I’ll text the others, have some of them go to the studio to make sure he’s alright. You being around him is probably not the best thing for him right now.”

“And you? How do I make this right with you?” Chan sighed, dropping down to his knees so he could look eye level with Changbin. 

“Consider your transgression against me forgiven.” He said. “Whatever this was, it wasn’t about me, so I won’t hold it against you.” 

“I don’t deserve that.” Chan hooked a finger under Changbin’s chin, holding his gaze. 

“Let me decide what you deserve right now.” He insisted. “And Minho is much, much angrier than I am. I want you to focus on making it right with him.” 

“No. No.” Changbin tried to shake his head, but even with the minimal grip he had, Chan’s grip was strong. “Chan, I challenged you. I can’t just walk away from that. You… you have to respond somehow.” His breath was coming in shallow, shaky gasps. Chan’s words didn’t feel like forgiveness, they felt like a dismissal. A rejection. “Chan. Please. My… my wolf…”

“Hey hey. Bin-ah. Breathe.” Chan pet his face, coaching him to take deep breaths. “Breathe. It’s okay. Do you need me to bite you?” Changbin sniffled, nodding. 

“Please. I need you to claim me again. I’m scared. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I don’t want to hurt our family.” Chan traced the scar of his bite on the right side of Changbin’s neck. Right where a pack alpha’s goes. 

“Okay, Baby.” Chan nodded. “If that’s what you need.” Chan eased Changbin’s head to the side, kissing his scent gland softly. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” Changbin gripped Chan’s biceps. “Please, Alpha.” Chan kissed his throat one more time, let his fangs drop, and sunk his teeth into his own bite mark. Changbin cried out as Chan’s claim washed over him. It felt like the first time all over again. 

He remembered the night they’d mated as clear as crystal.

…

It was late July, a few weeks after Hyunjin had come back from his hiatus. Chan had managed to convince the company to give them a long weekend off so they could finally solidify their bond. 

It had been put off, originally planned for the beginning of that year, as Jeongin had finally presented at the end of the year prior. But, kingdom, and then Hyunjin’s hiatus, had put a pause on their plans. It was a blessing in disguise, as the separation would have been so much worse if the bonds had been settled before he was sent away. 

It was a simple affair. They’d have a celebration with their families at a future date. This weekend was about them. 

Minho cooked all of their favorites, and they ate, and talked about anything but work. They fed each other from their plates, and stole bites from others. They kissed, and giggled over glasses of wine and soju. Jeongin didn’t even pretend to hate the affection he was receiving, taking all of it happily. 

When it was time, they piled in the nest, naked and kissing, and Chan went first. He started with Minho, placing his bite on his throat and securing him as their pack’s Luna. He went down the line, giving them each a bite on their right gland and a sweet kiss. Minho went next, each of his mates getting a bite on their left gland. The spot meant for a pack’s Luna. The rest of their bites went down each other's spines. The lovely thing about mating bites was, so long as they were wanted and reciprocated, they healed quickly and beautifully. 

What devolved from there was nothing short of electric. Eight bodies tangled together in pleasure, nearly impossible to tell where one of them ended and the next began. Laughs and tears of joy filled the room with a melody that was purely them.

For the next three days, the nest was their sanctuary, their hideaway, a monument of their love for each other. It was hard, and soft. Rough, and sweet. They whispered promises and wishes for their future. 

And when they came out the other side of that weekend, they were a pack. 

…

Minho sucked in heavy breaths, dropping down heavily on the couch as the song ended. He was far too tired after only one song. It had been an incredibly draining day, and he’d hadn’t eaten since breakfast the day before. Maybe the studio wasn’t the best place for him to have gone. But he needed to clear his head. And to do that he needed to move. 

He held his head in his hands and groaned. What the fuck was he going to do?

The door opened, revealing Jisung and Felix, Jinae on Jisung’s hip. The pup was much calmer than when Felix had left with her earlier. 

“Hey.” Felix said, sitting next to Minho. Jisung took his other side, adjusting Jinae onto his lap. “Chan texted. Told us what happened after we left. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted. Could he be? Logically, he knew Changbin probably did feel guilty over the whole situation. But why did he feel so sick over it? 

“Are you and Binnie gonna be okay?” Jisung asked, anxiety evident in his voice. Jinae looked up at Minho, as if she was asking him the same question. 

“I just want to know why he did it.” Minho tucked a curl behind Jinae’s ear, the pup’s head following his touch. “It’s not like him. More than the betrayal I feel over it, I’m confused. And I’m worried. Our bonds have been so secure since the beginning. I can’t help but think that, while Changbin and I have been getting closer planning for this pup, we’ve been pulling away from the rest of the pack. I’m afraid that this might all be my fault.” His vision swam, and he hid his head in his hands once again. 

“Don’t say that.” Felix insisted. “None of us feel that way. You’ve been just as attentive and wonderful to all of us as you always have been.” 

“Well, something changed to make Changbin think he could claim me like that.” Minho’s head started to spin. “It’s all wrong. This isn’t how this was supposed to be.” He went to stand, knees immediately buckling under him. The room was fuzzy, and he vaguely felt someone beside him, and heard crying. 

Crying? The baby. His baby. No. Not again.

Cold, inescapable fear gripped him as he slipped into darkness. 

…

Changbin sat on the side of the bathtub as Chan gingerly cleaned the bite mark on his throat. Changbin felt a little floaty, his alpha’s pheromones settled on him like a warm blanket. 

But he still felt wrong. His bond with Minho was damaged, and that wrongness twisted in his gut like a knife. 

“Do…do you think Minho will bite me too?” He asked. 

“I can’t speak for Minho, Love.” Chan kissed Changbin’s scent gland once the last of the blood was cleaned away. The wound was already closing. “You two need to have a long talk about what happened.”

“What if he hates me now?” 

“He doesn’t hate you.” Chan assured him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “He’s angry, yes. But he could never hate you.” 

“He thinks the baby was a mistake.” Everything was so wrong. He’d ruined it all. 

“Just talk with him. Let him cool down and then you’ll work everything out.” 

“It feels impossible.”

“It’s not, Love. Just trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong?” He hadn’t. Their strong and sure alpha somehow always knew just what they needed. “Minho just needs time. Are you worried he’s not going to want to keep the pup after this?” Changbin nodded. “Minho would never. Changbin, you’re not thinking straight.”

“You saw how he looked at me. I betrayed him.” Chan sighed, pulling Changbin against his chest. He pet his hair, humming gently to him. 

Chan’s phone rang suddenly, Jisung’s ringtone startling them. 

“Hey, Jisung, Baby, what’s going on?” Chan asked, mildly concerned. He knew Jisung and Felix had gone to the dance studio to check on Minho. He noted immediately the sound of Jinae wailing in the background. 

“Min-Minho. He-he passed out. Felix called an ambulance.” Jisung’s sentences were clipped, and Chan could tell by his voice he was panicking. “Chan. We can’t wake him up. Come quick.”

“We’re coming.” Chan pulled Changbin up, who looked at him confused. “Where’s Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin?”

“Here somewhere. Don’t know. Don’t want to leave him.” The absolutely heartbreaking sound of their daughter’s cries continued. “She’s scared.” 

“Of course she is. Poor girl. Bin and I will be there soon. The ambulance is on the way?”

“Ambulance?” Changbin gawked. “Who needs an ambulance?”

“Felix said they’re coming.” Jisung hiccuped, beginning to cry himself. “He’s trying to calm Jinae down. Fuck, it smells terrible in here.”

“Who needs an ambulance?” Changbin tried to take the phone from Chan. “Jisung! Jisung, are you with Minho? What happened? What’s going on? Is it Jinae? Who’s hurt?” The idea of any of his mates or their daughter being in danger sent fear directly through his heart. 

“Minho’s out cold. His scent is bad. Really bad.” Changbin’s heart seized at what Jisung was insinuating. They’d barely known a day and Minho could already be losing the pup. And it would be all his fault. Chan took the phone back, trying to soothe Changbin’s panicked state as well as Jisung’s. 

“We’ll be there soon, okay? The paramedics are going to take care of Minho, and it’s going to be okay. I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. Just stay with him until the paramedics get there.” 

“Please hurry.” The line went quiet and the phone nearly fell from Chan’s hand. 

“Chan, I…”

“Let’s go.” Chan stuck the phone in his pocket and left the bathroom, Changbin scrambling after him. 

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Seungmin hated hospitals. He hated the incessant beeping of the machines, the vacant, sterile scents, and the feeling of death that hung over everything. And now, he was crammed in a tiny waiting room while his mate was on the opposite side of a door to an exam room. The doctors wouldn’t let them into the room until they had a better idea of what was wrong with him and Seungmin was scared.

“Seungmin, Baby, you have to stop pacing.” Hyunjin said, reaching out to stop him. “Please sit.”

“I can’t sit. Minho is in there, all alone, and we don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Seungmin wanted to throw up. Something could be seriously wrong with Minho and no one was telling them anything. “Who knows what’s happening in that room.” Hyunjin sagged, giving up his attempt to stop the beta’s fretting. It didn’t help him that some of his mates were missing. Jeongin was with Felix, who was dropping Jinae off with Hongjoong and his pack of the night. Seungmin especially didn’t like that. He didn’t like the idea of their pup being away from them in such a terrifying situation. She probably didn’t like it much either. She’d never been away from all of them at the same time before. She’d always had at least one of them nearby.

Sure, she had Haeun and Sukchin there to keep her company, she and the twins got along famously, and the pack certainly knew what they were doing. But, Felix wouldn’t be there to put her to bed, and Chan wouldn’t be there for if she woke up in the middle of the night. They hadn’t had a chance to scent anything to send with her in their haste to get to the hospital, and Seungmin just hoped Felix was able to find something for the time being. Maybe, after they knew a little more about what was happening with Minho, they could get something scented for her.

“Any news?” Felix ran into the waiting room, Jeongin hot on his heels.

“Nothing yet.” Changbin didn’t seem to be fairing much better than Seungmin. He was sat in a corner, away from the rest of the pack. It was like he didn’t trust himself to be closer to anyone. His leg was shaking a mile a minute. Seungmin finally noticed that Chan’s bite on his neck had been reopened. Whatever happened after they’d left, they needed to have a long talk about.

Later. When Minho was better.

“I’m looking for the family of Bang Minho.” A kindly looking doctor stepped into the waiting room. He was older, his hair graying, wrinkles by his eyes.

“That’s us.” Chan was up in a second. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable.” The doctor confirmed. “We’re still waiting on a few results from the lab, but we’ve ruled out infection. We’re still not sure exactly what’s caused this episode, aside from some pretty severe dehydration, but we’re getting to the bottom of it.”

“And the baby?” Jisung asked, clinging to Chan’s arm.

“We’re not certain just yet, but we don’t believe he’s suffered a miscarriage. There’s no bleeding that we can find, but we’re going to keep a close eye on him. He’s not leaving here for a few days.” The doctor took a deep breath. “We’ve called Dr. Park to update her. She’ll be around tomorrow to check on him.”

“Can we see him now?” Changbin asked, shifting from foot to foot, still a good distance away from the rest of the pack.

“He’s asleep right now, but yes. Please keep it limited to two at a time for now, he may be out of it for a little while once he wakes up.”

“Thank you.” Chan said and the doctor excused himself. “Who… who wants to go first?”

“You should go first, Chan.” Seungmin suggested. “Changbin?” Changbin looked eager to go in for a moment, but paused, looking pale.

“No.” He said finally. “Someone else go first. I… I need some time. Minnie, why don’t you go in?” Jisung and Seungmin shared a look, but neither said anything. Later.

Seungmin followed Chan into Minho’s room, the sick feeling in his stomach following him. Minho was indeed asleep. Laid out on the stark white sheets, hooked up to multiple machines and drips. He looked small, almost. In the decade that Seungmin had known Minho, he’d never looked small. That itself was almost scarier than anything else. Chan sat right on the bed, taking one of Minho’s hands in both of his own, so Seungmin took the chair.

“You were really brave today.” Chan said, breaking the monotonous silence of the room. “When you stepped in front of Changbin.”

“I didn’t even think about it.” Seungmin admitted. “I just kind of… did it.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“He wouldn’t have hurt me.” Seungmin couldn’t say why, but he knew for certain he was right about that. Changbin would never hurt any of them.

“It was stupid.” Minho grumbled, eyes still closed. Both of their eyes snapped to him. He shifted slowly, waking his body up.

“Hi, Love.” Chan cooed, cupping his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad.” He admitted. His eyes were still closed, not quite ready to open them. “Do they know what happened to me?”

“They’re still figuring it out.”

“Did I lose the baby?”

“They don’t think so.” Minho opened his eyes slowly at that.

“Dr. Park is coming tomorrow to check on you two.” Seungmin told him. “Just to be sure. They want to keep you here for a few days.”

“You had us really worried.” Chan told him, wiping away a tear that had escaped the corner of Minho’s eye.

“Jinae…” Minho said slowly. “Jinae was there. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” Seungmin assured him. “She’s spending tonight with Joong Hyung and his pack.”

“Poor thing. Her first sleepover and it’s because her damma’s in the hospital.” Minho’s attempt at humor fell short with the cannula in his nose and the steady beeping of the heart monitor he was attached to. “Can you bring her tomorrow? I want to see her.”

“Once we pick her up I’ll bring her right here.” Chan kissed his forehead. “Are you tired? Do you need anything?”

“Where’s everyone else?” Minho seemed to finally notice they were the only ones in the room.

“Two at a time right now.” Seungmin explained, taking the hand Chan hadn’t claimed. Seungmin and Minho had never been much for hand holding with each other, but Seungmin needed to be grounded to his Luna. “We’ll send in whoever you want next. They’re all right outside waiting to be allowed in.” He intentionally didn’t mention that Changbin was probably back in his corner of the waiting room, separate from the rest of the pack and too scared to go into Minho’s room.

“You tried to protect me today, Minnie.” Minho tried to tease. “Stop the big bad alpha.”

“Changbin wasn’t going to hurt anyone.” Seungmin caught himself saying. “He wouldn’t have hurt any of us. But especially not you.”

“He wasn’t acting like himself.” Minho seemed more awake. “We don’t know what he would have done.”

“You really don’t realize what happened, do you?”

“What do you mean?” Chan asked.

“Changbin imprinted on you.” Minho, shocked, looked between Seungmin and Chan, as if their pack alpha could confirm what the beta was saying. “Look, at some point, while you two were plotting and planning, Changbin imprinted on you. And it came to a head today when he found out that imprinting actually resulted in a pup. He was defensive, sure, but he wasn’t going to hurt anyone.”

“It does make sense.” Chan admitted. “I can’t believe I didn’t consider that before.”

“I’m a fucking idiot.” Minho groaned. “Of course that’s what happened. I was so blinded by this desire to have a pup, I let our pack fall apart.”

“It hasn’t fallen apart.” Seungmin sounded incredibly sure of himself. “We can fix this.”

“Can we?”

“I think so.”

…

Changbin proceeded to let Felix and Jisung, and then Hyunjin and Jeongin, see Minho while he sat in his corner of the waiting room. He couldn’t bring himself to face him just yet. His leg wouldn’t stop shaking, and his mind wouldn’t stop racing.

All of this was his fault. Minho probably didn’t even want to see him. He wouldn’t, if the roles were reversed.

“You should go in.” Hyunjin was next to him suddenly. “You should see him.”

“Did he ask for me?” Changbin perked up at the hope he might have been wrong. That maybe Minho did still want him around.

“Well… not specifically.” Hyunjin admitted sheepishly. “But he’s anxious about not having seen everyone yet. Said he doesn’t like that we can’t all be in there.” Changbin deflated. “You should really go in.”

“He doesn’t want to see me.” He moved away from the comforting hand Felix attempted to put on his shoulder. “I caused this. He wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me.”

“Changbin.” Chan said gently. “Please. Go in and see him.” His alpha specifically telling him to go in gave him pause. He’d been trying to keep them apart before. But, he supposed things were different now.

He took a deep breath, willed his body to stop shaking, and stood. The walk from the waiting room to Minho’s room felt as though it took an eternity. When he finally reached the door and grabbed the handle, he felt like he’d climbed a mountain. His heart hammered in his chest. He’d always been the strongest member of the pack, but turning the handle felt like it took all the strength he had.

Seeing Minho on the other side of the door, looking pale and fragile, wrapped in wires and tubes, but smiling at him, made his heart feel like it could shatter into a million pieces. But it also made him feel whole.

“You finally made it.” Minho teased. “I was wondering when you’d come to see me.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all Changbin could say as the door closed behind him.

“Come sit.” He nodded to the side of the bed. Changbin willed his body to move, mechanically walking across the room and dropping down where he was told. “I was worried you’d stay as far away as possible. Let the guilt eat you alive.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me.” he whispered. He looked down at Minho’s hand, contemplating whether or not he could take it. “Minho… I can’t… I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am for this morning. The guilt has been eating me alive. You’re… you’re my Luna and I challenged that. I…”

“You imprinted on me.” Minho cut off his monologuing. “At least, that’s what Seungmin thinks happened.”

“Imprinted?” Changbin said the word slowly, as if testing the syllables in his mouth. “That… that makes sense.”

“If Seungmin is right then it answers a lot of questions about what happened.”

“But that doesn’t make up for what I did. I can’t stop seeing the look on your face. How betrayed you were.” Minho seemed to make the decision for him and took Changbin’s hand. “I will spend every minute of the rest of our lives making this up to you if I have to. I will do whatever it takes to make it right.”

“I can’t say that I’m not hurt by what happened.” Minho chose his words carefully. “I mean… I think I made it pretty obvious how I felt. What happened this morning… it did something to our bond. There’s something wrong with it… and I don’t know how to fix it.” Changbin’s stomach churned at Minho’s words. It would have been comforting to hear that he was feeling the same thing, if it wasn’t confirmation that their bond was damaged.

“But we can figure it out, right?”

“I should hope so. For our sake. For the pack and Jinae. And this pup.” Minho moved the hand he was holding to his stomach. Changbin’s eyes flit quickly between Minho’s face and his stomach.

“You-you mean. You’re not gonna…”

“I’m sorry if what I said this morning made it seem like I didn’t want this anymore. I do. We have a lot of work to do to fix what’s wrong here, but I still want this.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t.” Changbin pulled his hand away from Minho’s stomach. It all felt so wrong. He could feel how twisted and damaged their bond was. But, buried underneath all that wrongness, was a tug. Something tethering him to Minho in a way far stronger than what he was used to. Their mating bond tied them all together in a way that felt physical. But this was… different.

“Do… do you think you could lay with me for a little while?” Minho attempted to shift over on the bed so there was room for Changbin.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Changbin looked at everything Minho was attached to, afraid that he’d pull something out if he tried to lay next to him. He’d already hurt him enough. It would kill him to cause any more pain.

“Please. I need you to hold me. I need to feel like we can fix this.” Changbin felt that tug again. Pulling him ever closer to Minho. He couldn’t deny his request even if he wanted to. He moved carefully, trying not to disturb the wires and tubes, and let Minho settle in his arms. Immediately, the wild feeling in his chest settled. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” Changbin whispered.

…

When Changbin woke up, it was because Hyunjin was shaking him awake. Minho was fast asleep in his arms, and Changbin would have been loathe to wake him.

“Glad to see you two working things out.” Hunjin said quietly, a soft smile on his face. “But the doctor said you can’t be lying in the bed right now.” Changbin pouted, pulling Minho closer. “I know, Love. Come on, we should get you something to eat. Everyone else already ate.” Changbin’s stomach grumbled, suddenly aware he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Slightly embarrassed, he untangled himself carefully from Minho, and kissed his forehead before following Hyunjin out of the room and down to the cafeteria.

“You two are gonna be okay, you know.” Hyunjin said once they got their food and found a table. “Minho is gonna get better, and you two are gonna work this out.”

“I’m more worried about him leaving this hospital still pregnant.” Changbin, for once, wasn’t actually hungry. The sandwich in front of him did not seem even slightly appealing. “I don’t think he’d be able to come back from it.”

“He wouldn’t be alone this time.” Hyunjin offered. “At least he’d have us.”

“That still might not be enough.” Changbin pushed the tray away from him. “We both know how bad he wants this.” And how bad Changbin himself wanted it. Though he wouldn’t say that part out loud.

“But if his body can’t handle it…”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Changbin slammed a hand down on the table, drawing attention from the people around them. “Unless it’s happening, I can’t think about that.”

“I know this means a lot to you, him having this pup, but we need to be realistic. We have a daughter who is here who we need to think about. She needs all of us.” Hyunjin pushed the tray back towards him. “Please eat.”

“You really expect me to sit here and eat while listening to you accuse me of not caring about our daughter?”

“I’m not saying that.” Hyunjin insisted. “All I’m saying is, if it comes down to it, we have to be prepared for the worst.” Changbin deflated. “Minho’s always been strong.”

“Not about this. Losing this baby would kill him.” He whispered, looking down at his hands. “He already thinks he’s a bad omega, a bad Luna, because of the first time. To have it happen again… I don’t know if we’d be able to help him through that.”

“He never told us he felt that way.” Hyunjin said. “That he thought those things about himself.”

“He was protecting you. You know how he gets with you three. He’d never want you to think that about yourself if it happened to you, so he couldn’t let you see him like that.” Minho would go to the ends of the earth to protect all of his mates, but especially his omegas.

“So instead he suffered in silence.” Hyunjin sighed. “Has he really always been the strong one? Or have we just been letting ourselves believe that because we needed him to be?”

“I think he let all of you believe it because you needed it. Because he feels like he needs to be that for you. It helps him to be needed like that.” Changbin picked at the sandwich on his plate. “I’m holding on to hope that Minho doesn’t lose this pregnancy because I can’t imagine a scenario where we can get him back if he does. Dr. Park is coming tomorrow to check on him, and until she tells us to worry, I’m trying not to panic too much.” He finally picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Hospital food was disgusting, but now that he had started to eat something he realized just how hungry he was. Hyunjin chuckled.

“Finish eating and we’ll go back up.” Changbin hummed, wanting to be close to Minho again.

…

Minho was very unhappy to wake up and find Changbin was no longer in his bed with him. The pillow, at least, smelt strongly of the alpha, and Minho stuck his face in it to breathe in the morning dew. A chuckle was his first indication that anyone was in the room with him.

“Hyunjin took him to go eat something.” Jisung’s voice explained. “They’re gonna bring a tray around for you soon.”

“Hi, Jagi.” Minho rolled over to look at his mate.

“You look better than you did this morning.” Jisung fidgeted in his seat. “You scared the shit out of me, Jagiya.” He hadn’t mentioned his feelings when he was in earlier with Felix, perhaps wanting to be alone with him to share them. “Poor Felix didn’t know whether to comfort me or the baby.”

“Hannie…”

“I felt useless.” He admitted. “Felix jumped into action right away. Calling the ambulance. Taking Jinae and calming her down. Getting her somewhere safe. I just sat on the floor next to you crying on the phone to Chan.”

“But you stayed with me.” Minho pointed out.

“All the way until the paramedics took you.”

“That’s all you could have done, Hannie.” Jisung chuckled, tears in his big eyes.

“You’re the one in the hospital bed. I should be comforting you.” He whined.

“I’m okay so long as my babies are okay.” Jisung gave him a sad smile.

“Everyone’s gonna be just fine.” He said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than Minho. It seemed everyone was nervous for Dr. Park’s visit. It made Minho uneasy.

“I feel fine.” He assured Jisung. “I’m still pregnant from what the other doctor said. You really don’t need to worry so much.”

“I can’t help it.” Jisung’s gaze zeroed in on his stomach. “I guess it’s a little nerve wracking not knowing for sure yet.”

“Of course it is.” Minho reached out, linking their pinkies together. “But you know, the early weeks are scary no matter what. You know how scared I was during Felix’s first trimester. Anything can go wrong.”

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Jisung said suddenly. “Put on that strong act you always do for us. Hyunjin, Felix, and I, we’re a lot stronger than you give us credit for. You’re allowed to be selfish, and scared. You’ve taken care of us for years. Please, let us take care of you.” Minho stared at Jisung for a long moment, before his mask finally broke. A sob tore from his chest, pulling Jisung from his seat and onto the bed.

“I can’t do it.” He cried against Jisung’s chest. “I can’t lose another one. I’m not strong enough. I’m so scared. So scared.” Jisung didn’t answer him, just let his head and allowed his tears to soak his shirt.

His heart monitor picked up suddenly, his breathing rapid and shallow. A few nurses rushed into the room, some attempting to pull Jisung away from Minho.

“No. No, please.” Jisung begged, clinging to him. “He’s having a panic attack. Let me help him, please. Chan! Someone get Chan!” The nurses managed to pull him away and out of the room, slamming the door in his face. “No. No. No! Minho!” He dropped to his knees, hands balled into fists, banging on the door.

“Jisung!” Chan dropped down beside him. “Jisung, what happened?”

“I… I don’t know.” He sobbed. “He was trying to be brave like he does. And I told him he didn’t have to. He… he broke down. Then the machines went crazy and-and he couldn’t breathe. I-I…” his chest constricted, a panic attack of his own weighing down on him.

“Shhh. Shhhh.” Chan hugged him tight, attempting to soothe him. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Baby. He’s gonna be okay.” Someone else was there suddenly, helping him off the ground and away from the door as more people were coming to see to Minho.

Changbin and Hyunjin rejoined the group just as Chan had gotten Jisung to settle in his lap. Changbin noted everyone in the waiting room, and looked panicked over at the door to Minho’s room. He looked as if he was going to run, but a hand on his shoulder from Hyunjin stopped him. The omega shook his head.

“All we can do is wait right now.” Seungmin said. He seemed to have glued himself to Jeongin in an attempt to comfort himself. “The doctors have it from here.”

“He was having a panic attack.” Jisung mumbled into Chan’s neck. “I could have helped him. They pulled me away from him.”

“They need to make sure it’s nothing more serious.” Chan said into his hair. “They’ll tell us soon.”

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It had, in fact, been a panic attack that had sent Minho’s vitals into a tizzy. Jeongin had to hold Jisung back as the doctor explained what happened, the omega still upset over being pulled away from their scared mate. 

“We have no news on the baby.” The doctor added gently. “It’s simply a waiting game right now. We’re trying to get Dr. Park here sooner to examine him. We haven’t heard from her office yet. She still has a few patients to see today, but we should be able to get her here before the end of the day.” 

“Thank you, Doctor.” Chan bowed. 

“He’s a tough one.” The doctor said, “He’ll make it through this. You can go in and see him. Still two at a time please.”

“We certainly hope so.” The doctor dismissed himself, leaving the pack alone once again. 

“Changbin.” Seungmin said, pulling the pack’s attention to the alpha. “Are you okay?” Changbin looked pale, and he was shaking. Seungmin, who was standing right next to him, noticed his left scent gland was swollen. “Shit. Something’s happening with his and Minho’s bond.” 

“Fuck.” Chan rushed to Changbin’s side. “I… I don’t know what to do. Maybe… maybe if we bring him into Minho’s room. Let him scent him.” Chan wrapped one arm around Changbin’s waist and let him into Minho’s room. The omega was up, looking concerned at the two. It was like he already knew what was wrong.

“Give him to me.” Minho demanded immediately. “I need to bite him.” Chan sat him down on the bed. 

“Are you sure that’s safe, Min?” He asked. “With the baby…”

“I’ll take the risk.” There was a tone of finality to his voice. “He needs me.” Chan nodded, stepping away from the bed. “Bin, Jagi. I’m right here. I’m gonna bite you, okay?” Changbin wasn’t really listening, and it didn’t seem like he was exactly there. “I’m gonna do it now.” Minho pulled Changbin to him, biting into his scent gland with no more warning. Changbin immediately went boneless, slumping against Minho. 

“Min?” Changbin slurred. 

“I’m right here.” He kissed where he had just bitten. “Feel better?” Changbin nodded. 

“We have to figure out what’s going on with your guy’s bond.” Chan said. “This isn’t healthy.” 

“He just needed to be settled.” Minho said, petting Changbin’s hair. 

“That’s not all and you know it…” Chan’s scolding was cut off by a knock at the door and Dr. Park peeking her head in. 

“Am I interrupting?” She asked, noting Minho and Changbin’s state. 

“Not at all.” Minho assured her. “Bin. The doctor’s here. You’ve got to get up so she can check on the pup.” Chan helped peel the alpha away and sat him on his lap away from the bed so the doctor could work. 

“My assistant is outside talking with the rest of your mates.” Dr. Park informed them. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of scared.” Minho shifted on the bed. “I just want my baby to be okay.” 

“I understand. Eunwoo is going to check with the lab to see if your bloodwork is back. And I’m going to do an ultrasound to see if we can get a visual on the pup.” She tapped a few things on her tablet. Minho perked up hearing that Eunwoo was assisting on his case. “Have you experienced any pain or discomfort in your abdominal area? Any bleeding?” 

“None.” Minho shook his head. “That’s good. Right?” 

“It’s definitely a good sign.” The doctor confirmed. Another knock on the door revealed Eunwoo holding another tablet. 

“Hello, Minho-ssi.” He greeted. “I have the results back from the lab.” He handed the tablet over to Dr. Park. She looked over the tablet carefully, comparing it to something on the tablet she had already been holding. 

“Oh, well that’s very good to see.” She noted. “Not only are your HCGs showing positively, they’re already showing higher than when we ran your blood work two days ago. Your pregnancy does, in fact, appear to be progressing well.” If she continued to speak after that, Minho didn’t hear it. His pup was okay. He was still pregnant. He looked over at Changbin, who still seemed to be out of it. Chan smiled brightly at him, and Minho could swear he saw tears in the alpha’s eyes. 

“Is he alright?” Eunwoo asked, referring to Changbin. The alpha was curled in Chan’s lap, head tucked into his neck. “His scent gland is inflamed.”

“We’re working through some… changes with our bond.” Minho explained. “We think he may have imprinted on me.”

“Oh. Interesting.” Eunwoo approached Changbin. “I’d like to take a closer look when he’s feeling up for it if that’s alright.” Chan pulled Changbin closer, glaring at the nurse. Eunwoo smiled sheepishly, taking a step back. “My apologies, Chan-ssi. Pack bonds and imprints were the focus of my research in pre-med. If there is a way I can help with the problem, I’d like to.”

“I read his research, it is quite impressive.” Dr. Park noted. “Eunwoo, perhaps you can discuss this further with them later? I need you to get the ultrasound machine.”

“Of course.” Eunwoo bowed to each of them before leaving the room. 

“I would recommend speaking with him.” Dr. Park said once they were alone. “I am familiar with pack bonds, and his research is incredibly impressive. He could really help you.”

“We definitely will be.” Minho agreed. 

“While we wait for the ultrasound, I do want to discuss your care going forward.” Dr. Park took a seat. “It’s evident that this pregnancy is going to be harder on you than we initially anticipated. I will be keeping a close eye on you. I want to see you weekly for the first trimester. Which may seem excessive, but I’d rather be too careful than miss something important.”

“We’ll make sure he gets there.” Chan said. 

“I also want you on strict bed rest.” She added. “Similar to what I had Felix on at the end of his pregnancy, but even less physical activity.”

“So no dancing?” Minho asked. The thought of that stung. Dancing was a lifeline for him. Even during their hiatus, he’s made time to go to the studio and just dance. It was for the good of his pup, so he would do it, but it would suck. 

“Absolutely no dancing.” Dr. Park confirmed. “In fact, I am putting in an order to send you home with a wheelchair. I want you on your feet as little as possible. We’ll revisit once you enter your second trimester.” Minho felt like he could cry. He thought he might have some time before the pregnancy made it hard for him to get around. That maybe they could still have a comeback before this pup arrived. And maybe they could. The company certainly wouldn’t be happy about it. And it would make it harder for him to help with Jinae. “I understand this is hard for you. Both with your career and with a young pup at home already. But I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t think it was necessary.” 

“I understand.” Minho nodded. He did. It didn’t make it easier. 

“How is Jinae, by the way?” The doctor asked. 

“She’s great!” Chan said proudly. “She’s starting to walk more with help.”

“That’s great to hear.” 

“She talks a lot more.” Changbin mumbled, seeming to come back to himself some more. 

“Hey.” Chan cooed. “Welcome back. You feeling okay?”

“A little hazy.” He sat up slowly. When he finally noticed Dr. Park in the room with them, he blushed a furious pink. 

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” She assured him. “I hope you’re feeling better.” 

“Eunwoo said he can help us figure out what’s going on with our bond.” Minho told him. He reached out, letting Changbin take his hand. “And you came around just in time, we’re going to see our pup.” Changbin perked up. 

Eunwoo finally returned with the machine, apologizing for the delay. 

“There won’t be too much to see.” Dr. Park admitted as she set up the machine. “At such an early stage of the pregnancy, the embryo is going to be incredibly small. Mainly what we’re looking for is any abnormalities that could be cause for concern.” Minho nodded. “Let’s get started.” She had him adjust his gown and grabbed the gel. With a warning about the temperature, she squeezed a bit on his stomach. She pressed the wand to his stomach and clicked a few buttons on the machine. 

“Okay.” She finally said. “If you look carefully, you can see your pup right here.” She pointed to a speck on the screen, no larger than a sesame seed. Minho’s throat immediately tightened, tears welling in his eyes. Changbin squeezed his hand, and Minho looked over to see tears falling down his cheeks. Chan was also teary looking at the screen. Minho wished the others were here. “It’s too early to hear a heartbeat, unfortunately. That typically doesn’t develop until week eight. But things look good.” She continued to look around for a minute. “It’s fairly unremarkable. Which, if we’re being honest, is exactly what we want at this point. If nothing is drawing my attention, that’s a good thing.”

She finished the ultrasound, wiped away the gel, and allowed him to get comfortable again. 

“I’m very happy to say that things are looking good.” Dr. Park said smiling. “They want to keep you for the next two days for observation for your fainting spell as they’re still not sure what caused it. But, as for me, you’re in the clear. I’ll have them call me if there are any further concerns, but I do think your pup will be just fine.”

“Thank you, Dr. Park.” Minho said, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. 

“If it’s alright with you,” Eunwoo began, “I’d like to give you my contact information. So I can assist you with the changes you’re experiencing with your bond.”

“We’d appreciate that.” Changbin said. “Thank you, Eunwoo.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Eunwoo wrote down an email and phone number and handed it over to Changbin before the two departed. 

Once they were alone, Changbin wriggled out of Chan’s arms and sat himself back on the bed beside Minho. He stuck his face in Minho’s neck and breathed in deep lungfuls of his scent.

“You smell milky.” He said. “And you smell like me.” 

“I was wondering when that would start.” Minho mused. “Though, you have been hanging all over me. So that could be why I smell like you.” Changbin whined, holding him tighter. “Easy, Bin. I’m not upset about it.” 

“Feeling better now that we know the pup is okay?” Chan asked. 

“So much better.” Minho’s voice even sounded lighter. “Now I want to go home. I want to see Jinae.”

“Well, I can’t bring you home, but I can probably do the second part. Let me call Hongjoong.” Chan offered. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started a video call. Hongjoong’s face, along with Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s, appeared on the screen after only two rings. 

“Hi, Hyung.” Hongjoong greeted. “How’s Minho?”

“He’s doing a lot better.” Chan said. “Is Jinae up? He wants to see her?”

“We were just about to put her and the twins down for a nap before dinner.” Seonghwa explained. “I’ll go get her.” The omega disappeared from screen. 

“So what happened?” Wooyoung asked, only to be elbowed by Hongjoong. “What? I’m just worried about my Hyung!” Minho giggled, motioning for Chan to hand him the phone. 

“We had a little scare this morning.” Minho explained. “They’re not sure what caused me to faint just yet, so they’re keeping me here for a few days.” 

“Well, Jinae’s been doing great.” Hongjoong assured him. “If you guys need us to watch her for longer just let us know.”

“Absolutely not.” Minho said decidedly. “I’m getting my baby back.” Hongjoong laughed. Seonghwa came back into view, Jinae on his hip. 

“Da Min!” She cried, reaching out as if she could get to him through the screen. 

“Hi, Treasure.” He cooed. “I hope you’re being good for your uncles.”

“She’s been wonderful.” Seonghwa confirmed. “And the twins just love having her around.”

“I’m glad they get along so well.” Minho smiled. “Sorry for dropping her on you last minute.” 

“Nonsense.” Seonghwa waved him off. “We’re happy to help. And we’re happy to see you doing okay.” 

“I’d rather be home in the nest. But I guess being awake and not in pain is okay for now.” He smiled down at Changbin, who was still cuddled up against his side. “I’m sure Felix went over her bedtime routine a thousand times already, but she goes down pretty easy if you play the video of 3Racha performing their song for her.”

“You mean the one that made Hwa cry like a baby?” Wooyoung asked. Seonghwa pinched him, the younger omega jumping. “But yes. Felix texted all of us her routine and the link to the performance.” 

“She’ll probably wake up early. She likes bananas right now and she’s too stubborn to try much else. Sometimes she’ll have eggs, but with all the disruption I wouldn’t waste your time.” Minho explained. “She can eat them cut up, but I still mash them with a little bit of peanut butter sometimes.”

“That should be easy.” Hongjoong said. “We just started the twins on soft foods and mashed bananas are a hit with them.” 

“Speaking of food,” Chan said, “Minho here still hasn’t eaten today. I’m going to see if I can find someone to get him some food.”

“You should rest, Minho.” Seonghwa said. “We’ve got her for the night then she’s all yours again.”

“Alright.” Minho relented. “Be good, Sweet Girl. Damma loves you.” 

“Luh oo.” Jinae babbled out. Minho felt tears welling once again. He made a sad sound at the back of his throat, his wolf desperate to be close to their pup. 

“Well that’s new.” Changbin said. “We love you so much, Princess.” 

“Luh oo!” She shouted again, clearly happy it got a good reaction. 

“I’ll be around to pick her up sometime tomorrow morning.” Chan told them, taking the phone back. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

“Say bye bye, Jinae.” Wooyoung waved at the phone, Jinae copying him. 

“Bye bye!” She shouted.

“Thank you for that.” Minho said once the call ended.

“I admit it was a little selfish.” Chan said sheepishly. “I needed to see her myself and make sure she’s okay. It’s been driving me crazy knowing she doesn’t have any of us with her.” 

“I think we’re all going a little crazy not having her close.” Changbin admitted. “I’m glad it’s only for one night.” 

“I can’t believe I have to stay here for more than one night.” Minho huffed. “How do they still not know what’s wrong with me?”

“I’m sure they’ll figure it out soon.” Changbin stuck his face back in Minho’s neck. “You don’t smell sick.” 

“I’ll go see what they can do about some food for you.” Chan offered, kissing Minho’s forehead.

“Thank you.” Chan left the room to be met with his five remaining mates looking at him expectantly. “He’s feeling okay.” All of them visibly relaxed. “I’m guessing Dr. Park didn’t talk to you guys.”

“She did.” Hyunjin said. “But it’s better to hear it from you.”

“How’s Bin?” Seungmin asked.

“He’s okay. Minho had to reopen his mark and that seemed to help.”

“What is going on with them?” Felix questioned. 

“We don't know.” Chan shook his head. “But I have a feeling it has something to do with why Minho’s here.” 

“You think it’s bonding sickness?” Felix went pale. Bonding sickness was extremely serious. If that was what was wrong with Minho, it needed to be handled quickly. 

“I’m not a doctor.” He shrugged. “And it could just be nothing. He didn’t eat for almost two days. It could have just been that. We won’t know until they tell us. He’s feeling good right now. Let’s try to focus on that, and take whatever news we get as it comes.” His mates nodded, still looking concerned. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to scare any of you. He’s okay. He’s going to be okay. He’s awake, and he’s talking and laughing. You’ll have to separate him and Changbin with a crowbar if you want to hug him, but you guys can go in and see him. It might help if you can see him yourselves. I’m going to find him some food.” Jeongin was up and in Minho’s room like a shot before anyone else could even try. It forced a laugh out of all of them, bleeding the tension out of the group. 

“I promise everyone, Minho and the pup are gonna be just fine.” Chan assured them all. “I really shouldn’t have brought up the bonding sickness. It’s my own worries getting the better of me I think. I’ll be back.” Chan went and found the nurse’s station, and quickly confirmed someone would be bringing dinner around in the next half hour.

“Dr. Park told us about the bed rest.” Seungmin said when Chan returned, the alpha dropping into the seat beside the beta. “And the wheelchair. I’m sure he’s really happy about that.” 

“The first thing he asked was if he could still dance.” Chan couldn’t help but chuckle. “The company is going to have a fit when I tell them.”

“Screw what the company thinks.” Jisung crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s ridiculous for them to expect us to have a comeback right now anyway. We can’t work the hours we used to with a fifteen month old.” 

“I’ll worry about the company. I always do.” Chan assured him. 

“It shouldn’t always have to be on you.” Hyunjin said. “Let me come with you when you talk to them. I know it’s usually Minho, but let me do it.” 

“I appreciate that, Jinnie. But you don’t have to…”

“No buts.” He cut Chan off. “You’re not doing this alone.” 

“Thank you.” Chan relented. What had he done to deserve such a wonderful and loving pack? He couldn’t dwell on it now for fear he’d start crying right there, but it must have been something amazing in some past life to earn the love of his seven amazing mates. It was comforting to know that whatever may come, they’d be in it together.

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Chan's phone rang as he was on his way to pick up Jinae the following morning. 

“Bang Chan.” He answered, seeing it was the company calling him. 

“Chan.” JYP’s voice spilled through the speakers, making Chan’s spine go ridged. “I heard what happened with Minho. Is everything alright?”

“He’s still in the hospital. I was going to arrange a meeting with the managers once he’s discharged to go over his accommodations.” Chan tried not to say much else, lest he accidentally reveal their news too soon. “He’s feeling okay.”

“Will this be affecting your group’s ability to release an album by our agreed upon date?” Chan gripped the wheel tighter, trying not to growl at the obvious lack of compassion towards his mate’s health. 

“We will see what the doctors say.” He very much did not want to snap at his boss, as tempting as it was. “I will have all of the information when we meet. For now, I need to focus on making sure my Luna is okay.”

“I understand.” Chan could picture the faux sympathetic nod JYP was prone to. “Let me know when Minho is home and we’ll arrange a meeting.”

“Will do, PD-nim.” Chan agreed.

“I hope the rest of the pack and the pup are well.” 

“I’ll pass along your message.” Chan ended the call before he could say something stupid. He spent the rest of the drive trying to calm his scent down enough to not distress Jinae any more than she already had been. 

Yunho met him at the door with a smile, Sukchin on his hip. 

“Hi, Hyung.” He greeted. “Come on in. Seonghwa’s getting her ready.” 

“Thank you again for taking her on such short notice.” Chan truly was grateful to have such great friends. 

“It really was our pleasure.” Mingi rounded the corner with Haeun in his arms. The twins, upon seeing each other, immediately engaged in a conversation of toddler babble known only to them. “When does Minho Hyung get to go home?” 

“Tomorrow. So long as everything goes well.” 

“It’s nothing serious, is it?” Yunho asked. “I don’t mean to pry. But when your friends suddenly drop off their daughter so they can rush their mate to the hospital, it’s concerning.” 

“We’re still figuring it out.” Was all Chan could say. “We’ll be able to explain better soon. But for now…”

“Of course.” Yunho seemed to not need him to finish. 

“How did the twins like their first sleepover?” Chan asked, steering the conversation away from Minho, hoping his scent hadn’t soured too much. 

“Sannie was walking with Jinae and Little Sukchin took it as a challenge.” Jongho said. Chan hadn’t even noticed the alpha over on the couch. “He pulled himself up using the coffee table and tried to follow.” He held up his phone, showing Chan a video of the little boy pulling himself up, taking one hesitant step, and falling down on his butt. Chan chuckled. 

“It’s a good thing diapers have a lot of padding.” He joked. “And now that he’s started, he won’t be stopped.” 

“I’m sure Haeun won’t be far behind either.” Mingi said, bouncing the little girl who was now playing with the strings of his hoodie. Apparently no longer interested in her conversation with her brother. “She started crawling first, and Sukchin was right behind her.” 

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Seonghwa said, sweeping into the room with Jinae. “I wanted to get her cleaned up before sending her off so you didn’t have to worry about it.” Indeed, Jinae’s hair did appear damp, as though she’d just gotten out of a bath. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” Chan took Jinae from his arms, the toddler already reaching out at the sight of him. “But thank you.” 

“Papa.” Jinae stuck her face right in his neck, searching for his scent. 

“Hi, Treasure. I missed you.” Chan kissed her cheek. “Did you have fun?”

“She got a bit fussy by the end of the night.” Seonghwa informed him. “But she ended up going down okay.” 

“You could have called. She was probably missing Felix.” 

“I would have if it lasted much longer. But we managed.” Seonghwa handed over the diaper bag. “Besides that she was a perfect angel.” 

“I really can’t thank you all enough for taking her on such short notice like this. If you ever need us to return the favor just say the word.” He looked down at Jinae. “Say bye-bye to your uncles. We’re gonna go see Damma Minnie now.” 

“Hyung.” Seonghwa stopped him as he was about to leave. “We mean it. If you guys need anything, please let us know. We’re here for you.” 

“Thank you. I promise, we’ll be able to share more soon. We don’t really have all the answers.” 

“Well, give Minho our best.” Chan nodded. He bid the rest of them goodbye and left. 

…

Minho, after being cleared by Dr. Park, was moved to a larger room where the whole pack was able to sit with him. He was relieved to have everyone together again. Almost everyone at least, as Chan wasn’t back yet with Jinae. But they were on their way, if the picture he’d sent of Jinae strapped into her car seat was anything to go by. Changbin hadn’t left his side since Minho had reopened his bite, but he couldn’t complain. He felt grounded having the alpha so close.

Jeongin, it seemed, also wanted to stay close. He’d run into Minho’s room as soon as he could and hadn’t left his side since. Their youngest alpha hadn’t said much, just sat by Minho’s bed holding his hand. Jeongin was always protective of their pack, and it seemed things were sending him into overdrive. The rest of the pack seemed content enough to just be in the same space as Minho, so the two alphas remained stuck to his sides.  

“Do you need anything, Min?” Felix asked, for what was probably the tenth time that morning. 

“Answers.” He replied just the same as he had the other nine times he was asked. As soon as he had answers, he could go home. 

“The doctors are doing what they can.” Hyunjin said. They’d taken another round of blood that morning, as well as several other tests to run. What they were testing for, Minho had no idea. 

“Guess who.” Chan said in a sing-songy voice as he entered the hospital room, Jinae on his hip. Minho lit up at the sight of his last mate and their daughter, immediately reaching out for the pup. Jinae was just as eager to get to him as she tried to break free from Chan’s arms before he could place her onto the bed. 

“Oh, My Sweet Girl. I’m so happy to see you.” Minho gathered her into his arms as best as his IVs would allow. He was thankfully no longer on the breathing tube, which was a relief. “Damma’s so sorry he scared you yesterday.” He made sure to scent her thoroughly, as he didn’t like that she didn’t smell like pack. 

“I stopped by the nurses station on the way in.” Chan said. “They told me your doctor should be rounding in the next hour so we should be getting more information soon.” 

“I just hope it’s not serious.” Seungmin said. “With how long it’s taking them.” 

“Seungmin.” Hyunjin scolded gently. It wasn’t a secret that the rest of the pack was carrying the same worry, but none of them were going to say it out loud. 

“It’s okay.” Minho said. “He can say it. You’re all thinking it.” 

“Labs also just take a while sometimes.” Felix, ever the optimist, pointed out. “It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s bad news.” 

“Felix is right.” Chan said. “Let’s try not to worry until we have to.” 

The next hour passed excruciatingly slow. They all tried to distract themselves by entertaining Jinae, but the heavy thoughts still hung on everyone’s minds. 

Finally, the doctor came in. A short, graying man with glasses perched at the edge of his nose and a kind look in his eyes. 

“Hello, everyone.” He greeted. “I’m Dr. Kim. You must be Minho.” He held out a hand, which Minho took to shake. 

“Yes. Hello, these are my mates. And this is our daughter.” Jinae was still tucked comfortably into his side. 

“It’s nice to meet you all.” He smiled warmly at everyone. “Now, Minho-ssi, I’ve been able to look over your labs from yesterday and this morning. Your blood pressure is very low, which we do think is what caused you to collapse yesterday. Maintaining a good diet and hydration is incredibly important to keep those numbers up, especially now that you’re pregnant.”

“Is that all?” Minho asked. 

“There is another thing.” The doctor swiped on the tablet for a moment. “Your hormones are incredibly imbalanced. As though there’s been damage to a mating bond.” 

“Bonding sickness.” Felix said quietly. 

“Not quite.” The doctor was quick to assure them all. “It could have led to that, but it’s been caught in plenty of time. I’m recommending you talk to a bonding specialist as soon as possible. There’s only so many things we can fix with medicine.” 

“We know one.” Changbin said. “Could that have also been a cause of Minho’s fainting?” 

“It’s very likely, yes.” The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose. “Damaged bonds, even minimal ones, can cause major issues. I’m not concerned about you developing full bonding sickness, because we did catch it so early. And your labs from today are showing much better than yesterday, so the bond may already be healing itself. I’m optimistic you’ll make a full recovery.” 

“So…” Jisung said, “when can we take him home?”

“Well, it may take a few hours to process the discharge paperwork, but you should be able to go home before the end of the day. I know we had planned for a longer stay, but I don’t see a need for it so long as you’re feeling alright.”

“Oh thank fuck.” Minho sighed, finally relaxing. 

“Fuck.” Jinae parroted. Minho looked down at the toddler, shocked, and prepared himself for his mates to be upset with him. 

“Oh, no Jinae.” He said, immediately trying to fix his mistake. “That’s a bad word. Damma shouldn’t have said that.” Suddenly remembering the doctor was still in the room with them, Minho was suddenly even more embarrassed. “I’m so sorry about that, Dr. Kim.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” To his credit, Dr. Kim laughed. “My daughter was the same way when she was that age. My pack and I slipped up constantly, so she had quite a colorful vocabulary.”

“How old is your daughter now?” Felix asked. 

“Sixteen. And quite a fan if I might add.” Chan tensed a little. “Don’t worry, I would never reveal a patient’s information. No one will know you were here.”

“Thank you.” Chan relaxed again. 

“I’ll go get that paperwork started for you. Get you on our way out of here.” 

“Thank you, Doctor.” Dr. Kim bowed, leaving the pack alone. Once the doctor had gone, Felix, Jeongin, Changbin, and Jisung burst into laughter. 

“You are not allowed to laugh, Mr. Australia.” Hyunjin scolded Felix, giggling himself. “You and your favorite C word.” 

“Felix you did not.” Chan looked scandalized. “Our children are going to have the worst potty mouths.” 

“She didn’t say it.” Felix defended himself. “She wasn’t speaking yet.” 

“As if that makes it better.” 

“I think we’ve all been guilty of slipping up around the baby.” Seungmin admitted. “None of us are innocent.” 

“He’s right.” Changbin relented. “But her comedic timing is brilliant.” 

“It was bound to happen sooner or later.” Jisung reached out and tickled Jinae’s side, the little girl shrieking in a fit of giggles. “She’s a sponge. She’s too smart for her own good.” 

“Our brilliant little girl.” Minho kissed her head. “You’re gonna be a great big sister.” 

“Yeah. Teach her little brother or sister all the swear words.” Jeongin laughed. 

…

Being wheeled through the door into the house, Minho felt the last thread of stress melt away from his shoulders. Sure, he wasn’t allowed to walk around his home. But it was better than the steril, cold hospital room. Chan had brought Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix ahead to get the nest ready, and Changbin took Minho straight there. The three omegas were entertaining themselves with a game of peek-a-boo with Jinae. The toddler was enthralled with her dams game, smiling and giggling. 

“Coming in.” Changbin lifted Minho out of the wheelchair, placing him as gently as he could into the nest. 

“Are you joining us, Binnie?” Jisung asked, placing Jinae into his lap. “Jinae wants you to join us. Right, Treasure?” Jinae reached out for Changbin. “See. She’s saying ‘pwease, Appa Binnie. Come cuddle me and my dammas.’” 

“Well you make a compelling argument, Treasure.” Changbin climbed into the nest obediently, Jisung handing the toddler over. “Minnie and Innie are grabbing takeout. They’ll be home soon.” He turned his attention to Jinae, lifting her up above his head and making her laugh. “And where is Papa?” Jinae giggled. 

“Papa is upstairs making phone calls.” Felix sighed. “Phone calls that can definitely wait until tomorrow.”

“JYP called him this morning.” Hyunjin explained. “He heard about what happened and now he’s apparently on Chan. Pretending to be worried about Min, but we all know he’s only worried about his bottom line.” 

“One day we’ll get out of this company.” Changbin said. “I’m sick of his sh… crap.” He looked at Jinae nervously, as if she had any clue what was going on. 

“Well it’s better than the other word.” Hyunjin shrugged. “But you’re right. We’ve given so much to this place and all we get is problems.” 

“I’m sorry.” Minho said suddenly. “I’m making everything harder.” 

“You’re not making anything harder.” Jisung insisted. “We’re just outgrowing this place.”

“Hasn’t Chan talked about wanting to start his own company someday?” Felix asked. 

“A few times, yeah. He wants to build something with the 3Racha name.” Changbin finally lowered Jinae from her flight. “It’s probably not feasible right now though, with Jinae and another baby on the way. The three of us would be away too often.” 

“Not to mention our contracts still have a year left on them.” Jisung added. 

“It’s an exciting thought though.” Felix admitted. “To have something like that, where we wouldn’t have to answer to people like JYP. Or Daeseong.” 

“One day.” Jisung sighed dreamily. “For now, we do what we can, and we take care of Minho.” Jisung snuggled up against Minho, rubbing his face against his neck. “How are you feeling, Jagi?”

“Much better now that I’m home.” Minho accepted the younger omega easily. “And I don’t want you all fussing over me all the time. I’ll be okay.”

“That’s not how it works.” Felix shook his head, making himself comfortable on Minho’s other side. “You all fussed over and coddled me the whole time I was on bed rest. We’re going to do the same.” 

“You also had a breakdown and locked us out of your room.” Changbin reminded him. “Maybe we should go a little easier this time around.”

“You’re just trying to get back on Minho’s good side.” Hyunjin shoved Changbin gently, careful of Jinae still laying on his chest. The toddler was, regardless, scandalized that she was disturbed, and whined. “Oh, I’m sorry, Treasure.” Hyunjin lifted her up off Changbin’s chest to snuggle her. 

“He’s already back on my good side.” Minho said softly. 

“Really?” Felix asked. “That easy?”

“We’re working on it.” Minho reached out, taking Changbin’s hand. “But yeah, He’s back on my good side.”

…

Dinner ended up happening in the nest, so they wouldn’t have to force Minho to move into the dining room. Jinae was very excited at the prospect of a nest picnic. Chan was still upstairs, still making calls, and they were all starting to get antsy. 

“Should someone go get him?” Jisung asked, fidgeting in his spot. “He needs to eat.”

“I’ll go.” Hyunjin offered, detaching himself from Felix. “He’s going to drive himself crazy if someone doesn’t intervene.” 

Chan was in his room, pacing back and forth on a call. 

“Thank you.” He said stiffly. “I appreciate that. I’ll definitely keep that in mind… I appreciate your help… have a good night.” He noticed Hyunjin at his door after he hung up the phone. “Hi, Jinnie.”

“Come eat.” Hyunjin said, taking the phone from his hand. “We’re having a picnic in the nest.” Chan tried to grab the phone back, but Hyunjin slipped it into his pocket. “No more work. When is our meeting with management?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. Look, you really don’t have to…”

“I know I don’t have to go. But I don’t want you going alone. If you won’t take me, take 3Racha.” 

“I can’t take Bin from Minho right now.” Chan sighed, rubbing his face. “I feel like I need to prepare for the worst.”

“What did they say?” 

“A lot of nothing.” He threw himself onto the bed, dragging his fingers through his hair. “I’m tired of fighting for the most basic respect for you all.” Hyunjin sat beside him, pulling Chan’s hand away from his hair so he would stop pulling on it. “It’s fine. I have a plan.”

“And that plan is?”

“You’ll see.” Chan sat up and kissed his cheek. “Come on. You mentioned a picnic in the nest?” 

“Chan.” Hyunjin said in warning. 

“All I can say is that 3Racha owns all of the rights to our music.” Chan pulled him up. “I’ll explain more if it comes down to it. For now, let’s leave it where it is. They could surprise us tomorrow. But I’m not counting on it.”

“Okay. But you’re not going alone. You either take me, or you take 3Racha.” Chan moved to argue. “No, Chan. I won’t let you do this on your own. Let us help you.” 

“Fine.” Chan relented. “You can come. Happy now?”

“I will be once you’ve joined us in the nest and had a proper meal. We just went through enough bullshit for today. It’s family time.” 

“Deal.” Chan allowed himself to be dragged down to the nest. His head was buzzing with a million different outcomes for tomorrow's meeting, but his discussion with his lawyer had him hopeful he could get his pack to a safer place.

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Hyunjin tried to make himself larger and imposing as he sat waiting for the meeting to begin. They were still waiting for JYP to finally arrive, while their managers and one of the lawyers was already in attendance. Why there was a lawyer present, neither he nor Chan had a clue. But, knowing the way this company always took things, perhaps they needed it.

“Apologies for the delay, gentlemen.” JYP said as he finally joined them. “I got caught up in another meeting.”

“It’s alright.” Chan said stiffly. “Should we begin?”

“Of course.” He took his seat at the head of the table, folding his hands one on top of the other. “So, how is Minho?”

“He’s home now.” Hyunjin said. “Resting.”

“Good. Good.” JYP nodded stiffly. “We reviewed the footage from the incident, so we know what happened more or less. And you had mentioned on our call yesterday that there were accommodations we’d need to discuss?”

“Yes.” Chan cleared his throat as he shuffled through a stack of papers. “I have here the forms from his doctor outlining the specifics of his accommodations. But, simply, Minho will need to be in a wheelchair for the next three months.”

“Th-Three months?” The lawyer, Donggeun, sputtered. “How the hell do you expect to have a comeback with your main dancer incapacitated?”

“We’ve had dancers out in the past.” Hyunjin said, glaring daggers at the man. “And this isn’t exactly up for debate.”

“What, exactly, is wrong with Minho?” One of their managers, Seojoon, asked. Seojoon was a kind beta who had always been good to the group. “It must be serious, if he’s going to be bound to a chair.” Seojoon had been with the group for years, and had always looked out for the pack’s best interests.

“Well, we just found out that Minho is pregnant.” Chan looked JYP dead on. “You’re all aware of his history, I’m sure. Dr. Park has deemed it a high risk pregnancy, so she’s put him on strict rest for the first trimester.”

“Pregnant?” Donggeun questioned. “You’re kidding me.”

“Is there a problem, Donggeun-ssi?” Hyunjin asked, his voice smooth. “You heard Chan correctly. Minho is only about three weeks along at this point, so it’s still very early. We need to be as careful as possible with him.”

“So your pack is just going to keep popping out pups? Disregarding the obligations you made to this company?”

“That’s highly inappropriate, Donggeun.” Jiho scolded, not bothering to hide his anger at the alpha’s statement.

“They have a contract. Felix is hardly in shape either I’m
Sure. All that baby weight probably making him sluggish.”

“Excuse me?” Seojoon snapped, fist slamming down on the table. “You’re far out of line, Donggeun.”

“What even is your business here?” Chan questioned, his composure wavering. It took everything in him not to launch over the table at the alpha. “I didn’t realize my mate’s medical event was a legal matter. And how dare you bring up Felix like that at all.”

“Everyone can settle down right now.” JYP silenced the room.

“No. I want him gone.” Chan demanded. “I will not continue this meeting with him here.”

“Sir, this is absurd.” Donggeun huffed.

“He shouldn’t be here if he cannot be professional.” Hyunjin said. “The way he is talking about our pack is highly inappropriate and he cannot be here anymore.”

“Donggeun.” JYP said simply. “I’ll finish here.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“Go. Now.” Donggeun glared at the two before taking his leave. It seemed the whole legal team was no different from Daeseong. JYP heaved a heavy, over exaggerated sigh. “Chan, I can’t say I’m overjoyed to hear there’s another impending hiatus before this one has even officially ended. Or that we won’t be able to produce a proper comeback due to his limitations.”

“We will still be able to release an album.” Chan assured him. “We will just have to make some adjustments.”

“You knew a traditional comeback was not going to be realistic regardless.” Hyunjin added. “Jinae is still very young. We can’t be away from her for long.”

“I see.” JYP sighed. “Well, I can’t say I’m not disappointed. I suppose we’ll see what you can come up with.”

“I suppose we will.” Chan handed over the proper documents to Jiho. “I already have a few ideas.”

“We’ll talk more soon then.”

“Yes. We will.”

“You should sort out your legal team.” Hyunjin hissed. “Our pack, and every other pack in this company, deserves better. Our mate’s body is not his concern.”

“I agree that his comment was unnecessary. He does, however, have a point.” The man shrugged. “You all did sign contracts. You made obligations to this company. And those currently aren’t being met.”

“We understand.” Chan said darkly. “Let’s go, Hyunjin. We have work to do.”

…

The pack could smell Chan and Hyunjin long before they came through the door. Their scents were bitter and tinged with anger. They were all gathered, waiting patiently for their mates to update them on the meeting.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well.” Jeongin was the first to speak up.

“That’s putting it lightly.” Chan sighed. “I really wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t keep letting them treat you guys like this.”

“It was bad.” Hyunjin said simply. None of them missed the sad look he gave Felix. “We’ll save you the details, but it was bad.”

“I want to bring up a plan that I’ve had for a while.” Chan leaned forward, suddenly looking very serious. “I’ve been talking with lawyers for a while. They’ve reviewed our contracts, our copyrights, all of it. I know we’ve been hesitant about renewing our contracts, and discussed the possibility of leaving when they expire. But what if I told you we can get out of it sooner?”

“What do you mean?” Minho questioned. He was pressed up against Changbin, the alpha’s arm around him.

“It would take a bit of a payout. But, we own all of our music, we own the name. We could do it if we wanted to. Royalties would go to us.”

“Where would we go?” Felix’s, as well as the rest of the pack’s, interest was officially piqued. Chan turned his attention to Changbin and Jisung.

“I want to make that dream of ours real.” He said finally.

“3Racha Entertainment?” Jisung asked. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“How could we make it work though?” Changbin asked. “That’s a lot of time away to figure things out. To establish a studio and everything we would need.”

“I don’t have everything figured out yet.” Chan admitted. “But I’ve been discussing that with the lawyers as well. We could do it. It would take a lot, it’s true. If you don’t want to go through with it, if we’re not ready, we wait it out.”

“I know my answer already.” Hyunjin said. “After that meeting, I want out.”

“I want out too.” Minho said easily. “It’s clear it’s only going to get harder for us. I don’t want our family to go through this anymore.”

“I want to think about it more.” Seungmin admitted. “Our contracts are almost out anyway. We could work on making this new thing while we wait it out.”

“I agree with Minnie.” Jeongin said.

“We don’t need to make a decision right now.” Chan assured them. “But the opportunity is here if we want to take it.”

“Can we really build something new though?” Changbin asked. “Would it work? We’re putting a lot on the line.”

“Idols do it all the time.” Felix pointed out. “Jennie Noona from Blackpink did it. Our hyungs from BTOB did it. It’s totally possible for us to do it.”

“So fast though?”

“We can take our time.” Minho assured him.

“I want to do it right.” He admitted softly. “If we’re doing this, I want us to build something great. That our kids will be proud of.”

“We will, Bin.” Chan sounded incredibly sure. “I promise you that.”

“Why does Hyunjin keep looking at me like that?” Felix asked. Everyone’s attention turned to the omega, who was still looking sadly at Felix. “What did they say?”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you.” Hyunjin said softly.

“No.” Felix shook his head. “If you’re going to sit there staring at me like a kicked puppy, I should know why.”

“Donggeun made a few comments about you during the meeting.” Chan said.

“Donggeun?” Minho’s face soured. “That lawyer? He was like Daeseong’s right hand, wasn’t he?”

“What did he say?” Felix asked.

“It was about…” Hyunjin hesitated. “It was about you still having the baby weight.”

“I’ll kill him.” Changbin said simply.

“I’ll help.” Minho added. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”

“We had him removed.” Chan assured them. “As soon as he said it. We wouldn’t continue the meeting until he was gone. The managers stood up for you.”

“But he didn’t.” None of them needed Felix to elaborate to know he was talking about JYP.

“No.” Hyunjin confirmed.

“Right.” Felix coughed, standing abruptly. “I’m going to check on Jinae.”

“Felix…” Chan stood to follow him.

“I’m fine.” They could all hear the tears in his voice as he left the room. “She should be waking up from her nap now.”

“I changed my mind.” Jeongin said after a long moment of silence. “We should leave.” He stood and went after Felix.

…

Felix sat in the rocking chair, Jinae slowly waking from her nap against his chest. He took in the features of her little face, seeing Chan in her features. Everyone said she looked just like Felix, but all Felix could see was Chan. Her nose, her eyes, the shape of her lips, it was all him. And he’d brought her here. Was it really so wrong for him to still carry that reminder? His body worked hard for her.

“Felix?” He pulled his eyes away from Jinae, Jeongin standing at the door.

“Innie.” Felix forced a smile. “I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” Jeongin stepped into the room, kneeling on the floor beside Felix. “You’re allowed to not be okay.”

“I like the way my body has changed.” He said softly. “The extra weight in my thighs, the love handles. All of that is from me carrying our little girl. I don’t want to be ashamed of it. I’m not ashamed of it.”

“You shouldn’t be.” Jeongin ran his fingers through Jinae’s curls. “Your body is perfect. You worked so hard making our girl, and every change is beautiful. Fuck what that man thinks. Donggeun means nothing. He’s a sad, shitty alpha whose clearly never had someone bless him like you’ve blessed us. Like Minho’s blessing us.” Jeongin wiped a tear from Felix’s face. “I’m in awe of you.”

“Innie.”

“I mean it. You made a whole human. A whole being with a personality. Your body went through hell to bring her here, and you’re a damn superhero in my opinion.” Jinae grumbled, wiggling in Felix’s arms. “And Jinae thinks so too.” Jinae lifted her head, smiling up at Felix. Felix smiled back at her.

“You’re worth every bit of it.” He said to her. “I love you, My Treasure.”

“Damma.” She cooed back. “Luh oo.” Felix could have burst into tears right then. How could the body that gave them such a beautiful soul be anything less than perfect?

“She’s getting so big.” Jeongin noted. “She was so tiny when she was born.”

“She didn’t feel tiny coming out.” Felix chuckled. “I thought I was going crazy when they placed such a little thing on my chest.”

“She was loud too.” Jeongin remembered fondly. “Proved she was our kid from the moment she arrived.”

“I was so relieved when she was loud. I was terrified of her being early. Terrified of the idea of a NICU stay.” Jinae was still staring up at Felix with bright, shiny eyes, a gummy smile showing off her three teeth. “But you’re a strong pup, aren't you?”

“Pup.” Jinae repeated.

“You are a pup. That’s right.” Jeongin praised, his eyes nearly disappearing from how big his smile was. “And we’re gonna have another pup soon. You’re gonna be a big sister.”

“She’ll be nearly two by the time Minho’s pup comes.” Felix said. “Oh, she needs to stop getting bigger. My heart can’t take it.”

“I can’t wait for her to get bigger.” Jeongin admitted. “I’m so excited to see the person she’ll turn out to be. I mean, she’s you and Chan, so she’s gonna be pretty great.”

“She’s not just me and Chan.” Felix insisted. “I see all of us in her in little ways. I hear Bin in her laugh, and I see you in her smile. And you know how Hyunjin makes that face when he eats? She does the same. Chan and I may have made her, but don’t discredit the influence the rest of you have on her. Everyday I see a little more of you guys in her.”

“We’re raising a pretty great little human.” Felix is inclined to agree. “Are you feeling better?”

“I will.” He holds Jinae a little closer, the pup giggling. “It’s strange. I didn’t have any problem with my body until I heard other people did. I shouldn’t care so much.”

“It’s not wrong for you to care. He was disrespectful and you have a right to be upset about it. I’m just glad to hear our managers had your back.”

“They’ve always been good to us. Jiho Hyung called himself Jinae’s honorary godfather once. I’m not surprised they stood up for me.” Jiho had only met Jinae a handful of times, but each time he doted on her like she was his own pup.

Jiho was a beta mated to another beta man. The two of them had never had pups of their own, and he’d always said he considered their pack like his kids. He’d been with them since the survival show after all. So, it was not surprising that he was so taken with Jinae when he’d met her. The man was like family to them. Felix remembered being almost as nervous to tell him about his pregnancy as he was to tell his actual parents. Felix had told him before informing the rest of the company, knowing he’d need the beta’s support in the meeting. The warm embrace and kind words he’d received would stick with Felix forever.

“It’s good we at least have them here. If nothing else.”

“We have each other.”

“Yeah. We do.”

Chapter Text

Minho was having trouble sitting still. He always had trouble sitting still, but now that sitting was his default state, it was even harder. Especially today. Because Eunwoo was coming over to talk with him and Changbin so they might get to the bottom of what was wrong with their bond. 

Things had been okay in the month since Minho had come home. They’d been good. There was still that tug, tangled within their bond, that they couldn’t quite explain. The imprint maybe. But that was what Eunwoo was coming to help them with. 

They’d decided to invite Eunwoo to the house, so that Minho wouldn’t have to go out in public. The company still hadn’t released a statement on his condition, at the pack’s request, and they wanted to avoid any potential Dispatch rumors. 

“I just feel bad I can’t do anything.” Minho sat on the couch watching as Jisung and Jeongin straightened up the living room and put all of Jinae’s toys away. “I feel so useless.” 

“You’re not useless.” Felix said from the table, where he was feeding Jinae her mashed bananas. “What did you all tell me when I was in your position?”

“That you’re not useless, you’re growing a human.” Minho recited the same words they’d repeated to Felix over and over. “I know. I know. Still.”

“We’ve got it.” Jisung waved him off. “You worry about taking care of you and our newest addition.” He reached down to grab the last of the toys, suddenly wincing and clutching his stomach. 

“You okay, Sung?” Jeongin stopped what he was doing to help. 

“I’m okay.” Jisung stood straight, discomfort evident on his face. “Just a cramp. It’ll pass.” They all watched him for a moment, until his features relaxed. “It’s already better.” 

“If they get worse, please tell us.” Felix requested. 

“I will. Don’t worry.” 

“What time is Eunwoo coming by?” Chan asked, passing Minho a cup of tea. No coffee, as per Dr. Park, so his little amount of caffeine he was allowed in the mornings was from the green tea Chan made him. 

“Around two.” Minho sipped the warm drink. “You all will be at the studio, right?”

“Yeah, gonna tackle everyone else’s lines for Jisungie’s song for the album. We’ll get yours and Bin’s tomorrow.” Chan kissed the top of his head. 

“You’re sure you’re fine with me not being there?” Changbin asked. 

“This is more important.” Chan insisted. “You two fixing your bond is way more important.” The look on the alpha’s face was fond, his scent calming. 

“It’s not going to happen in one day.” Minho reminded them. “But hopefully today is a step in the right direction.” 

“A very big step.” Chan agreed. 

Soon the pack left, headed over to the company. Changbin put Jinae down for her nap, Minho covering her face with kisses before the alpha carried her upstairs. 

That was another thing he hated about the chair. He couldn’t help with Jinae as much. He missed the alone time he’d get with her getting her up from her naps. She was always extra cuddly after them, and Minho ate up the snuggles. 

He really didn’t understand why he couldn’t just walk a little bit. A few steps wouldn’t kill him. But, he supposed his doctor knew best. It was probably better to be too careful than not careful enough. 

He’d know it was worth it when he finally had his pup in his arms. 

“You okay?” Changbin asked, coming back down the stairs. 

“Do you think you could bring me upstairs later to get her up from her nap?” Minho caught himself asking before he could stop himself. 

“Absolutely.” Changbin didn’t even think about the answer. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask sooner.” 

“It’s been tough not getting that quality time with her.” He admitted. “I don’t… I don’t want her to think I love her any less with the new pup on the way. Just because I didn’t carry her, it doesn’t mean she’s any less special to me.” 

“She knows how much you love her.” 

“I don’t want her to forget.” 

“She won’t.” A knock at the door drew their attention. 

“That should be Eunwoo.” 

“I’ll let him in.” Changbin went to get the door. Minho couldn’t see the front door from the living room, but he could hear Changbin’s greeting and Eunwoo’s enthusiastic voice. Changbin led him into the living room, Eunwoo’s arms laden with notebooks and folders. 

“Hello, Minho-ssi!” As usual, Eunwoo had a bright smile on his face. “How are you doing today?”

“Just fine. And you?” 

“Doing wonderfully.” He placed his stack down on the coffee table. For the first time, without the distraction of the doctor's office or the hospital, Minho was able to really take in Eunwoo. The young man in front of him could hardly be more than twenty five. His dark hair was short and neat, cropped close to his head. Minho couldn’t make out his subgender, his scent hidden away by blockers. He had no evidence of mating or pack marks. 

“Can I get you anything?” Changbin asked Eunwoo. 

“I’m fine, thank you.” He shuffled through his pile a moment until he found the folder he was looking for. It was green, and Minho could make out ‘Imprints’ written on the front. “Do we want to get started?” 

“Sure.” Changbin sat next to Minho, Eunwoo taking over the armchair. 

“Awesome. Why don’t you start by telling me a little about the changes you’ve noticed?” 

“Well,” Changbin started, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, “I guess it started two weeks ago, right before Min went to the hospital. After we found out he was pregnant. Our pack alpha got close to him, and my wolf decided he didn’t like that. He laid a claim on Minho.” 

“A claim?” Eunwoo began pulling papers from the folder. “Now was this the first instance you felt of that urge to claim?” 

“I…” Changbin hesitated. Minho looked at him confused. “Actually. There were a few other instances.” 

“What?” Minho asked. 

“Twice.” He admitted. “The first was after we found out Minho would be able to carry a pup. The second was after our shared cycle. I never acted on it. I was able to hold myself back.” 

“But when it was Chan-ssi…” Eunwoo started. 

“My wolf took it as a challenge.” Changbin finished. “I challenged our pack alpha because of this. He had to reclaim me to bring me out of it.” 

“Minho-ssi, have you felt any changes on your end?” 

“I’ve felt something.” Minho said. “There’s something different there. A tug. It’s different from our mating bond. But it feels… incomplete.” 

“Interesting.” Eunwoo shuffled through the papers another moment before he found what he was looking for. “What you're describing definitely sounds like an imprint. A one sided imprint, but an imprint nonetheless.” 

“There was also the incident at the hospital.” Minho remembered, looking at Changbin. “You went through a rejection. I had to reclaim you too.” 

“I don’t remember that.” Changbin said softly. “I remember Hyunjin and I coming up from the cafeteria and not being able to go to you. Then I remember coming to in Chan’s lap. Nothing in between.” 

“You were in a bit of a state when we got there.” Eunwoo said. “Your scent gland was incredibly inflamed. You really don’t remember anything?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Interesting.” Eunwoo reached for another folder. “Minho-ssi, you’re the pack Luna, correct?”

“That’s right.” 

“Okay.” He shuffled through that folder, retrieving a slip of paper. “And your bite is on his left gland, correct?”

“Yes. Where a Luna bite traditionally goes.” 

“Did you give him any other mating mark?” 

“What? No. Isn’t the Luna’s mark the same thing?” 

“Technically, no.” Eunwoo said. He handed over the paper to Minho. “It’s really only part of the bond. You and Chan-ssi would have still given them your marks even if your pack was platonic.”

“Our mating bonds are incomplete?” Changbin asked, looking over Minho’s shoulder at the paper. “Why hasn’t anyone else in the pack experienced these issues?”

“I can only guess that your imprint on Minho-ssi brought those issues to the surface. This was part of my studies. Incomplete pack mating can bring about problems years down the line. Sometimes it’s fine, as with many packs the head alpha and Luna are a primary mated pair, while the rest are secondary or only platonic. But, with a pack like yours, where you’re all equal in the relationship, those bonds can become much more complicated.” He placed his work down on the table. “From my research, it won’t make everything all better. There’s a lot of personal work you and your pack will have to do to adjust to changing the bond. But, the first step is to meet your mates as equals.” 

“So, essentially, we need to re-mate.” 

“It’s a good place to start.” 

…

They ended their meeting soon after that, Eunwoo leaving them with a folder full of information for them to share with their mates. Changbin walked him out, then wordlessly lifted Minho from the couch and carried him upstairs.

“What are you doing?” Minho asked, giggling. Changbin carried him into the nursery and sat him in the rocking chair. 

“It’s time to get Jinae up from her nap.” Changbin moved to the crib, where Jinae was already stirring. “Good morning, Princess. Damma Minnie’s here for some snuggles.” Changbin lifted her from the crib and transferred her to Minho’s waiting arms. 

“Hi, My Baby.” Minho nuzzled against her head. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Want me to leave you alone?” Changbin looked at him with the softest gaze Minho thought he’d ever seen. 

“Do you mind?” 

“Of course not.” Changbin kissed both of their heads. “I’ll come get you guys in a bit.”

“I missed your sleepy cuddles.” Minho said to Jinae. “Did you miss cuddling me?” He took her nuzzling against his chest as a yes. “You know, you’re going to be a big sister in a few months. Damma has a pup in his belly, just like you were in Damma Lixie’s belly.” Jinae just continued to doze, seemingly lulled by the sound of his voice. “But just know, that just because this pup is coming from me, doesn’t mean I love you any less. You’re my Sweet Girl, and nothing is ever gonna change that.” She stirred a bit, looking up at him with her big eyes. As soon as she recognized who was holding her, her mouth spread into a big, gummy smile. 

“Hey, Min?” Changbin was at the door, phone in his hand. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but Chan just called.”

“Is everything okay?” He held Jinae a little tighter, as if it would protect her from whatever Changbin was about to tell him. 

“Everything’s fine.” Changbin assured him. “But, it looks like Sung’s heat is coming a little early. Chan sent him home with Lix and Jin.”

“Oh, my poor Jagi.” Jisung’s heats were always more intense than normal. Dr. Park was monitoring it, and they could ease it with medications, but it was still hard on the omega. “I should get the hot water bottle ready for him. And maybe a hot bath.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Changbin said easily. “How about I bring the baby downstairs and put her in her playpen, then bring you down to the nest to wait for your omegas while I set everything up?” 

“You shouldn’t have to do all of that. It’s my job as Luna.” 

“I want to. Remember, we should meet each other as equals. I’ll take care of it.” Changbin kissed his head. 

“Thank you.” Minho surrendered Jinae over to Changbin, who sang her a silly little song as he brought her downstairs. Even though Minho fought it, he really did appreciate the extra care and attention his mates paid to him to make sure he and his pup were alright. 

Changbin came back up, lifted him from the rocking chair and brought him down to the nest just as he said he would. Hyunjin had texted them letting them know they’d be home in five minutes. Changbin left him in the nest and got the bath ready for Jisung. 

“We’re home.” Felix called from the doorway. “Come on, Sungie, let’s get you to the bath. Binnie got it all ready for you.” He heard Jisung whine. “I know. I know it hurts, Baby. You take a warm bath and Jinnie and I will get the nest ready. Min’s already waiting for us there.” 

“I got him.” He heard Changbin say. 

“How is he?” Minho asked when Felix and Hyunjin finally joined him. 

“It’s rough.” Hyunjin said. “It’s worse than usual.” 

“He could barely get himself out of the car he was in so much pain.” Felix said as he got to work pulling out the nesting supplies. “Should we call Dr. Park?”

“We’ll keep a close eye on him.” Minho decided. “If he gets worse then we’ll call. Has he taken anything?” 

“I’m going to get him his medication.” Hyunjin said. “Hopefully it helps.” 

“Okay.” Minho couldn’t lie that he was worried. If Jisung really was getting worse, they’d have to step in fast. “You did a good job.” 

“I’m gonna grab clean clothes for him.” Hyunjin added. “Then I'll help Binnie get him settled. I’m hoping the pain meds kick in while he’s in the bath and the hot water helps.” 

“Thank you, Jin.” 

“I’m really worried this time, Min.” Felix admitted as he built up the nest. “I’ve never seen him so bad. He can’t even stand up straight. He was throwing up from the pain.” 

“Throwing up?” Felix nodded. “Shit. Maybe we shouldn’t wait to call.” As bad as Jisung’s heats got, he’d never thrown up from the pain. 

“Please make the call.” Felix dropped the nesting materials. “I can’t stand to see him in pain like this. I’m scared, Min. There has to be more Dr. Park can do.” Felix was crying, his heart breaking for their mate. 

“I’ll call.” Minho assured him. “I’ll call Dr. Park right now.” Minho retrieved his phone and dialed the number. 

“This is Dr. Park.” 

“Dr. Park, it’s Bang Minho.”

“Minho-ssi, how can I help you today? Are you doing alright?”

“I’m doing fine. I’m not calling for myself. I’m calling about Jisung. His heat is early, and his symptoms are a lot more severe than usual.” 

“How severe?” 

“Felix says he can’t stand up straight from the pain. He’s been throwing up. He’s never been this bad before.” He looked over at Felix, who was nervously chewing on his thumb nail. “We’re worried.” 

“That is definitely concerning.” Minho didn’t like the uneasy tone in the doctor’s voice. “Has he taken anything?”

“Hyunjin gave him his prescription not too long ago. We have him in a hot bath while we wait for it to start working.” 

“Okay. I want you to monitor him for the next hour. If the pain doesn’t improve, he can’t keep food or water down, or he gets worse, please call me.” 

“And if any of those things happen?” 

“If any of those things happen, you may need to bring him to the hospital. I want you to call me so that I can meet you there.” 

“Do you think it’s serious?” 

“I think it could be a sign that something more serious is going on. I know it’s pointless to tell you to not be concerned, but whatever it is that is wrong with him, we’ll figure it out.” 

“Thank you, Dr. Park.”

“I would like to see him after his heat, even if things end up going well. This definitely warrants additional testing.”

“I’ll have him come with me to my next appointment.” 

“Alright, I’ll make a note. Good luck, Minho-ssi.”

“Thank you.” Minho hung up the phone, tossing it off to the side. “She said if he doesn’t improve, or gets worse in the next hour, to call her back.” Minho hid his face in his hands. “I’m scared to know what she thinks could be causing this.” 

“Let’s hope we don’t have to find out.” Felix went back to building the nest, more to distract himself than anything else. 

Hyunjin led Jisung into the den a few minutes later. He was still hunched over, eyes scrunched in discomfort. 

“Come here, Hannie.” Minho held his arms out. 

“Hurts.” Jisung collapsed into the nest, pressing up as tight as possible against Minho. 

“I know it hurts, Jagi.” Minho rubbed his back. 

“He threw up again while in the bath.” Hyunjin said. “I don’t think the meds are working.” 

“Can you get some water for him?” Minho asked. “We should try and keep him hydrated.” 

“I’ll go.” Felix offered, leaving the room. 

“Do you feel any better, Jagi?” Minho asked. Jisung shook his head no. “Okay, we’re gonna take good care of you. Let’s give the medicine a little more time.”

…

Their fears were realized when, an hour later, Jisung spiked a fever and was unable to keep down any of the water they’d had him drink. 

“Go get Chan.” Minho ordered. “I’m calling Dr. Park again.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Hyunjin asked as Felix ran for their alpha. 

“I don’t know. We’re taking him to the hospital.” Minho reached for his phone with one hand, the other arm wrapping tight around Jisung. “It’s gonna be okay, Sungie.” 

Minho didn’t waste time with pleasantries on the phone. He quickly explained that Jisung’s condition had gotten worse and they were taking him in. Dr. Park assured him she’d meet them there. Chan had come in during their call, panic clear on his features and in his scent. 

“Get him in the car now.” Chan nodded, lifting Jisung out of the nest. Minho stood, running for the door. Bed rest be damned, his omega needed help. 

“I’ll drive, Min.” Chan said as he put Jisung in the backseat. “You sit back there with him.” Minho didn’t argue. He pulled Jisung in his arms, letting him bury his face in his neck. 

That’s when he smelled it. Underneath Jisung’s own rotten scent, was Jeongin’s. Sour, bitter, and stale. And with it, the scent of spoiled milk. 

“Chan, this isn’t heat.” Minho willed himself not to cry. “He’s not in heat.” 

“What do you mean?” Chan picked up speed, swerving through traffic. 

“He’s miscarrying. I can smell it.” Jisung cried out as a sharp turn sent his body reeling. “Shhh. It’s okay. We’re almost there.” 

Things were a blur after that. They made it to the hospital, and Jisung was swept away from him into Chan’s steady arms, who ran him inside of. Dr. Park wasn’t there yet, but she’d called and given the hospital instructions on how to proceed until she arrived. Minho was only half listening to the nurse as she rambled off the names of the medications they were feeding through his IV and what they were for. The sight of blood when he and Chan helped Jisung into the gown was more than he could handle. 

“We didn’t even know he was pregnant.” Minho whispered, looking over Jisung’s pale face. How could they have missed every sign? 

When Dr. Park arrived, they tried to get both Minho and Chan out of the room, but Minho wouldn’t budge from his side. 

“I won’t leave him.” He insisted. “He’s miscarrying. I can’t leave him, he needs me.” 

“Are you sure?” Dr. Park asked. 

“I can smell it. I’ll never forget that smell.” Dr. Park’s face turned grim. “He can’t go through this alone.” 

“Let him stay.” She told the nurses. “How far along is he?”

“I- I don’t know. We had no idea.” 

“Min?” Jisung shifted in the bed, the pain medication starting to take effect. “What’s going on?”

“You’re at the hospital, Baby.” Minho petted his sweaty hair back. “You weren’t in heat.” 

“I’m going to look you over and run some tests. Okay Jisung-ssi?” Jisung nodded, still clearly only vaguely aware of what was happening. 

An ultrasound was enough to confirm what Minho already knew. 

“Let’s bring the pack in and we can go over everything together.” Dr. Park suggested, her voice sad. A nurse left to retrieve them. 

“This is never easy news to deliver.” She began once everyone, including Jinae in Seungmin’s lap, was in the room. “Jisung-ssi, I’m sorry to say, but you’ve had a miscarriage. Were you aware you were pregnant?” The shock on Jisung’s face was evident. 

“No.” He finally said. “No. You’re wrong.”

“Jagi, I could smell it.” Minho said, tears gathering in his eyes. “Did you know?”

“I didn’t.” Jisung looked down at his lap, tears falling onto the blanket. “I had no idea. I really lost them?” 

“I’m afraid so.” Dr. Park confirmed. “I can’t say for certain how far along you were, but it was fairly early from what I can tell.” She looked as though she was about to cry herself. “I’m sorry that I don’t have better news for you.”

“Can you give us a minute?” Chan asked. 

“Of course.” Dr. Park stepped out of the room. 

“I’m sorry.” Jisung’s voice broke. “I’m so sorry.” His chest heaved, a sob ripping from his throat. 

“Jagi, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Minho sat on the bed, pulling him against his chest. “You did nothing wrong.” 

“I lost our baby.” He cried. “I didn’t even know they were there and I lost them.” 

“It’s okay.” Minho tried to release calming pheromones despite how sad his scent was. “It’s okay.” Felix sat on the other side of the bed, cheeks tear stained. 

“I’m sorry, Sungie.” He said. “We should have realized sooner something was wrong. Should have gotten you help sooner.” 

“Hid how bad it was. Didn’t want to worry anyone.” 

“How long were you in pain?” Jeongin asked. He was fighting hard not to cry. Did he know the baby was his? 

“Started yesterday.” Jisung hid his face in Minho’s neck, ashamed. 

“Sungie…” Chan’s voice broke. “I…” He stood abruptly, leaving the room. 

“He can’t even look at me.” Jisung’s sobs picked up. “He hates me.” 

“That’s not true.” Minho insisted, rubbing circles on his back. “He could never hate you. He’s just upset.” 

They lapsed into silence, save for Jisung’s cries. No one knew what to say. What to do. Not even Jinae made a peep. She just cuddled closer to Seungmin. 

An hour had passed and Chan still hadn’t come back. Jisung had fallen asleep at some point, exhausting himself. 

“Go find him.” Hyunjin whispered. “We’ve got him here.” Minho looked down at Jisung, unsure if he should leave him. “You’re the only one who can get through to him right now.” 

Minho relented, transferring Jisung to Hyunjin’s waiting arms. He looked down at him one more time before going to find Chan. 

He didn’t have to look far. Chan was in a chair right outside of Jisung’s room. His eyes were red rimmed, face tear stained. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, not looking at Minho. “I couldn’t… I just couldn’t be in there.”

“You’re allowed to be upset. We all are.” Minho took the seat next to him. “But he needs us, Channie. He needs all of us. He can’t… he can’t get through this without all of us. He needs his mates.” Chan looked down at his shoes. Silent. “Channie.”

“We should have known.” His shoulder shook with sobs. “We should have smelled it on him. Should have noticed something was different. I should have noticed.”

“You think this is your fault?” 

“I’ve spent every day of the last two weeks sitting right next to him in the studio. How could I not smell it?” 

“I don’t know. How have we all been sleeping in the nest together every night for the last month and no one caught it? This isn’t all on you Chan.” Minho took his hand, squeezing. “We all should have seen it. We didn’t see it. And we can’t go back and change that.” Minho wiped his tears away. “But, I remember being where he is right now. And he needs us to be with him.” 

“How can I look him in the eye knowing that I failed him?” 

“He’s not thinking about that right now. He’s scared. He’s hurt. He’s blaming himself, feeling like he’s broken.” He choked on a sob. “He needs… I needed my pack when it was me. I needed them and I pushed them away. I didn’t have my pack and it nearly ruined me. Jisung can’t go through that. I won’t let it happen.” Suddenly, the weight of the day hit him. Their meeting with Eunwoo. The news about their bonding. Everything. He gasped, sobs punching out of him. “I can’t. I can’t let him be alone, Chan.” 

“Okay.” Chan pulled him in. “He won’t be alone. We’ll be there for him.” He rocked back and forth. “But you can’t go in like this. Cry here with me. Then we'll be strong for him.” 

“Okay.” Minho soaked his shirt with tears. “Okay.”

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The days following were hard. Jisung was stuck in the hospital for a few days, having to get antibiotics. The miscarriage had caused an infection, and Dr. Park wanted to make sure it cleared out before sending him home.

Minho remained by his side through all of it, despite his mates and the doctor insisting he should go home and rest. He slept on the little couch in the corner for the little bit that Jisung slept. The poor omega was kept awake by nightmares. Minho was familiar with that part too. He hadn’t cried again since that night, and that might have been the most concerning part to Minho.

The other problem arose when Jisung refused to eat. He would push his tray away, insisting he wasn’t hungry. No amount of coaxing from any of his mates could convince him to eat. Even the fact that the hospital would not discharge him until he could eat a meal and keep it down.

“Please.” Hyunjin held up a spoon with pudding. “Sungie, please eat something.”

“Not hungry.” Jisung was curled in on himself, arms wrapped around his middle.

“I know that’s not true.” Hyunjin reached for the tray. “How about the jello instead? Or some soup?”

“Just stop.” Jisung hid his face in his knees.

“I’m not going to stop, Jisung.” Hyunjin put the pudding and the spoon down a little too aggressively, making Jisung flinch. “I can’t watch you do this to yourself. I want to take you home. I don’t want you trapped in the hospital anymore.” He wiped at the angry tears welling in his eyes. “Please.”

“Jinnie.” Minho pulled him away from Jisung’s bedside. “He’s not going to budge with you yelling at him.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked down at the ground. “I just want to get him home.”

“We all do, but we can’t force him.”

“I’m scared, Min. What if we can’t get him out of this?”

“We’ll get him out of this.” Minho had no idea how he would keep that promise, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t try everything he could. “Why don’t you go get yourself something to eat? I’ll give it a shot.” Hyunjin hesitated, looking over at Jisung. “Go. I’ve got him.”

“I’ll bring something up for you.”

“Thank you.” Minho hugged him and kissed his cheek before sending him on his way. “Jisungie?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“I’m not gonna do that.” Minho sat at the foot of the bed. “I need you to eat. I’m not asking you.”

“Did it hurt this bad for you?” Jisung asked suddenly. “When you went through it?”

“It was the worst pain I’d ever felt.” Minho admitted, voice cracking with emotion suddenly. “It was excruciating. Like my body wasn’t my own anymore.”

“How did you make it stop?”

“I didn’t.” Jisung peaked up at Minho, confused. “It still hurts every time I think about it. It hurts in the worst way possible. All of that pain and guilt and shame you’re feeling, I felt it too. And nothing I say to you is going to make it any smaller, or any less intense. It’s good you’re feeling it though. It’s good to feel something.” Minho abandoned the food for the moment. “There was a nurse that day. She sat next to my bed and told me the same things I’m telling you. Some days the pain will be less intense. Some days more. Some you won’t want to wake up you’re so messed up about it. But it’s important that you let yourself feel those things.”

“I’m afraid that if I start crying I won’t ever stop.”

“I thought that too.” Minho held out a hand, urging Jisung to take it. “But you have to let yourself grieve.”

“Is there anything that helps?”

“That nurse. She had me name them. Had me give them an identity that I could visualize. It helped me put that soul to rest.” Jisung finally took his outstretched hand. “Give them a name.”

Jisung was quiet for a long moment, pondering Minho’s instruction.

“Soonbok.” He finally said. “I’ve always loved the name Soonbok.”

“That’s a wonderful name.”

“What did you name them?”

“Eunwoo.” Jisung smiled just a little. “And I know he’s taking good care of his little sister.” Minho squeezed his hand, trying, and failing, not to get too caught up in the emotions of it all.

“Can you answer one more question for me?”

“Anything.”

“Who’s pup was it? I feel like we’ve all smelled so much like each other recently. Could you tell when you smelled it on me?” Minho took a moment to consider if it was the best decision to tell him who sired the pup. But then he thought about how hurt Changbin was not knowing for so long.

“Innie. His scent was the strongest besides yours.” Jisung pouted, nodding. “You should talk to him.”

“I should.” Slowly, Jisung uncurled himself and reached for the tray table. “I guess I should eat first though.”

“At least a little.” Minho helped move the table closer. “Pick one thing to eat. Don’t worry about the rest of it. The soup might be cold now though.” Jisung considered the items on the tray for a moment before settling on the pudding Hyunjin had tried to feed him earlier.

He finished the pudding in record time, dropping the empty plastic cup back on the tray.

“Not hungry, huh?” Minho couldn’t help but tease.

“You know when you’re too nauseous to eat, but then you’re nauseous because you haven’t eaten?” Minho laughed.

“We’ll revisit that question when the morning sickness starts.” Minho had been lucky so far, with minimal symptoms. Though he suspected that would change soon. “Ah.” He tried to read how Jisung felt about him talking about his pup. He’d been carefully avoiding discussing it over the last few days. “Sorry.”

“Don’t do that.” Jisung shook his head. “Please don’t hide your pup because you think it’ll upset me. You deserve this.”

“Still, I know it might be hard for you to hear about it.”

“I mean, they’re my pup too. I want you to talk about them. Maybe it’ll help me feel… I don’t know, a little more normal I guess.”

“Okay.” Minho couldn’t argue with him. Not right now. “Tell me if it’s too much for you though.”

“Okay.”

…

It took two more days, and quite a bit of coaxing from the pack, for Jisung to have eaten enough for the hospital to deem him ready to go home. He still hadn’t talked to Jeongin. He’d explained to Minho that he was afraid it would hurt their youngest mate too much to know. Minho couldn’t deny that Jeongin would be devastated to find out he had sired the pup. But, even as the alpha assisted in getting Jisung all packed up and to the car, Minho could see the guilt eating away at Jisung.

“Go talk to him.” Minho urged when they got home. “It might help.”

“How do I tell him?”

“There’s no right way. You just have to say it. I’ll go with you.”

“Okay.” Jisung looked over at their youngest mate, who was in the kitchen getting Jisung a bottle of water. “Innie, can you come to the den with us?”

“Sure.” Jeongin smiled that big smile of his. “Do you want me to carry you there, Min?”

“No. I’m sick of that chair.” Minho stood up. “I’ll start using it again tomorrow. Come on.” Minho led their little party down the hall to the den. “Jisung has something he needs to talk to you about.” Jeongin’s face immediately fell.

“Why do I have a feeling I already know what you’re about to tell me?” Jeongin dropped down on the big bed. “Just… spit it out please.”

“I’m so sorry, Innie.” Jisung sat beside him. “The pup was yours.” He reached for Jeongin’s hand, his own falling heavy back in his lap. “I swear. I didn’t know. I had no idea, you have to believe me.”

“Of cour… of course I believe you.” Jeongin reached out for him. “Are you sure? That it was mine.”

“Your scent was impossible to miss.” Minho took the spot on the opposite side of Jeongin.

“I’m sorry.” Jeongin said, cradling Jisung’s face in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Jisung put a hand over one of Jeongin’s.

“There will be no blaming yourselves.” Minho insisted. “No one could have seen this coming.”

“Still, if I’d have smelled it on you…” Jeongin fumbled to find the words. “If I’d noticed… I…”

“This is not your fault. No one knew.” Jisung started to cry. “Dr. Park… she-she said that my scent didn’t change much because… because it wasn’t viable to begin with.” Jeongin studied his face. “They never had a chance, Innie.”

“Why don’t I leave you two alone?” Minho said. “I think you two have more to talk about.”

“Thank you.”

Minho shut the door behind him softly and went to find out if any of his other mates were available for a cuddle. He felt like he needed it.

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Things slowly went back to normal around the house. Or, as normal as they could be. Most of the pack seemed to tiptoe around Jisung still, and the omega was having none of it. Chan had been insisting he sit out of dance rehearsals, no one was letting him help with Jinae by himself, and he was frustrated. It was as if all of them were afraid he’d break apart at any second. He could almost understand Jeongin’s reaction, the alpha also hurting over the loss of their pup.

While yes, they would have all been her parents, there was a special kind of hurt for him.

Minho seemed to be the only one who treated Jisung like he was still him. He even went as far as to invite him to his doctors appointments. Jisung had gone to a few of them, and he’d cried, perhaps harder than Minho had, tears of joy when Dr. Park played them the heartbeat for the first time. Minho was getting his pup, and Jisung couldn’t be happier for him. Now if the rest of his mates could get over whatever their issue was.

He had been in the studio with Chan and Changbin when he finally snapped. They’d been tiptoeing around him all day, acting like he couldn’t even produce without having a breakdown.

“I’m sick of this.” Jisung growled suddenly, pushing away from the desk.

“If you’re bored, Sung, you can go join the others in the dance studio.” Chan offered, looking over at Jisung confused.

“Oh, you’ll let me dance now? How kind.”

“Ji, what’s gotten into you?”

“I’m sick of you all walking on eggshells around me.” He paced back and forth across the floor. “Yes, a shitty thing happened to me. Yes, I’m fucking devastated about it. But I’m still me!”

“No one said you weren’t.” Changbin tried to defend.

“Then why have you all been looking at me like I’m going to fall apart any minute?”

“We just want to make sure you’re okay.” Chan insisted.

“Then treat me like I’m ME! Not just the sad omega you see every time you look at me.” Changbin moved to say something, but Jisung silenced him. “Don’t try to tell me you don’t. I can see it in your eyes. Every time you look at me it’s like when Felix watches those commercials with wounded and abandoned animals.” He wiped angrily at the tears he was trying so hard to hold back. “Well, I’m not some wounded animal. I’m your mate. I’m Jinae’s Dam. And I need you to start acting like it again. Because this shit hurts worse than what I went through that night.” The two looked at each other, feeling properly chastised.

“We didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” Changbin said softly. “We thought it might be hard for you to get back into things after everything. You were just so… messed up after. We don’t want to make things harder for you.”

“You can’t keep treating me like I’m fragile.”

“You’re right.” Chan opened his arms for Jisung to fall into them. The omega went willingly into his hold. “We’ll be better.”

“Sometimes it feels like I’m never really going to be me again.” Jisung admitted. “I just need you to remind me.”

“We will.” Changbin said. “We promise.”

…

Chan had requested a pack dinner that night. He had meant it when he told Jisung he’d be better, and he was going to. He thought the best way to do it was to make sure his mate was heard. It had been a little while since they were able to all sit down and eat together anyhow, as things had become a bit hectic at the company as of late.

Minho, upon Chan’s announcement, insisted he needed to speak to the alpha and got him alone in his studio.

“I need to tell you something.” He said as he wheeled himself into the room. “I’ve been meaning to tell you for weeks, but then everything happened with Jisung and it was never a good time. And we got busy with the company…”

“What’s wrong?” Chan grabbed a chair. “Is it the pup?”

“No. No. The pup’s fine, thankfully.” Minho laid a hand on his belly, which had already grown a good bit for him still being in his first trimester. “When Eunwoo came over that day, to talk to me and Changbin about our bond, we found out that our mating bonds aren’t complete.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Our bites, Chan, our alpha and Luna marks, they’re not mating marks.” Minho tried to read Chan’s face or his scent for some reaction. “Channie, we never completed our mating.”

“That… that can’t be right.” Chan shook his head. “We’re mates, we have to be.”

“Of course we’re mates.” Minho assured him. “We just need to complete the bonds.”

“Is now the right time to tell them?” Chan asked. “With everything that’s happened, isn’t throwing all of this on top too much?”

“I actually think it’s the perfect time to do it.” Minho argued. He chuckled when Chan looked at him confused. “I mean it. Everyone is shaken, and Jisung needs some reminding we’re not going anywhere. I think setting up a date for us to renew and complete our bonds is a great idea.”

“Would it be safe for you? And the pup?”

“It’s perfectly safe. I already checked with Eunwoo and he got confirmation from Dr. Park. Chan, we should do this.”

“We do have a few days off coming up.” The album was basically done, and the company had granted them a long weekend before they began photo and music video shoots.

“It would be perfect.”

“Okay. We’ll tell everyone tonight. They’ll be upset, I’m sure.”

“Oh definitely.” Minho couldn’t help but smile though. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a nice big date night. We should make it special.”

“I’m sure we can arrange that.” Chan sighed, looking Minho over. “How are you feeling? I feel like, with everything, I haven’t been able to check in with you.”

“I’ve been feeling alright, all things considered. Dr. Park says the pup is doing well. I’ll be entering my second trimester in a week and hopefully I can ditch the chair.”

“A week? Already?” It felt like Minho’s pregnancy was going quickly.

“I can barely believe it myself.” Minho smoothed a hand over his little bump, extremely proud of the development. Part of him doubted he’d make it far enough along to get to see it. But there it was, clear as day, a visual reminder that his pup was growing. That they were healthy and thriving. “I have such a good feeling, Channie.”

“I do too.” Chan reached out, caressing his belly. “I’m so happy for you, Min. And I can’t wait to meet them.”

“We should get home.” Minho decided. “Come on.”

…

Immediately upon entering the house, Chan and Minho were greeted by Jinae enthusiastically toddling her way over to them. She had her Dawekki plush gripped firmly in her little fist by one of the ears.

“Bin!” She said happily, holding up the toy like a prized catch. “Appa Bin!”

“That’s right!” Chan praised, sweeping the little girl into his arms. “That is Appa Bin.” He carried her over to her array of toys spread out around the floor, Minho following. Seungmin was sat in the middle of the messy circle holding Bokkari and FoxINy in each hand. “What are you and Appa Minnie up to?”

“I thought it would be fun to teach her about the skzoos.” Seungmin explained. “So far she’s only figured out Bin and Dawekki. She thinks I’m FoxINy.”

“Oh, well which one am I?” Minho directed the question to Jinae. She beamed at him and dropped the Dawekki to grab another plush. When she presented Minho with her pick, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, she got the color right.” She had placed Jiniret in his lap.

“Why the sudden skzoo lesson?” Chan asked Seungmin.

“She just seemed really into them today. Figured maybe we could try some matching.”

Seungmin had taken it upon himself to head any of the more practical learning opportunities for Jinae, like colors and shapes. While everyone helped where they could, Seungmin was a natural teacher. Jinae was smart, and seemed to catch on to the things Seungmin taught her quickly.

“So what’s the plan for this pack dinner tonight?” Seungmin asked, moving to clean up the mess of toys on the floor.

“We ordered food on the way home from the company.” Chan kissed Jinae’s cheek before assisting Seungmin. “Is everyone home?”

“Yeah. Felix and Hunjin are taking a nap in the den right now. Rehearsal was pretty brutal for them.”

“Is the choreographer pushing them because I’m out?” Minho asked.

“That’s putting it lightly. The guy’s an ass.”

“Ass.” Jinae chirped happily.

“Come on, not you too.” Chan groaned. “Baby Girl, you don’t say that word.” Jinae just giggled at Chan. His attempts to scold her were thwarted by the absolutely besotted look on his face. It was impossible for Chan not to smile when looking at her.

“We’ll let them rest a little longer.” Minho decided about Hyunjin and Felix. “Dinner should be here in the next hour or so. We’ll wake them when it gets here.”

“Should we be concerned about whatever it is you two clearly want to talk about?” Seungmin looked between the two of them. “I don’t know how much more bad news this pack can handle in such a short time.”

“Honestly,” Chan smiled at Minho, “what we’re going to talk about might end up being exactly what we need.”

“Oh? I’m intrigued now.”

“I promise you’ll know everything soon.”

“Do you trust us?” Minho asked.

“Channie? Yes. You? Jury is still out.” Minho glared at him.

“You’re lucky I’m stuck in this chair.” Seungmin laughed, picking Jinae up from the floor.

“Oh, would you look at that? Someone needs a diaper change.”

“You should go take care of that.” Minho nodded down the hall, unable to hold back his smile. Such was the nature of their relationship. The two of them thrived off of teasing and ribbing at each other.

“Oh, come on. Gimme a kiss first?” Seungmin puckered his lips dramatically, leaning down towards Minho. Minho didn’t move for a moment, just to tease him a little longer, but did close the distance to kiss him. Just a quick peck.

“Aw, what about me?” Chan pouted.

“Big baby.”

“Why you little…” Chan jumped up from the floor, collecting Seungmin and Jinae in his arms. “My kisses, please.” Seungmin laughed, happily complying. “And one for my Baby Girl.” He dropped a sloppy kiss on Jinae’s cheek, the toddler squealing in delight. “Okay. You’re free to go.” Chan released them.

“We’ll be down in a bit.” Seungmin bounced her on his hip. “Come on, Jiji. Time to get cleaned up.”

…

Minho wasn’t nervous to tell the rest of the pack necessarily, but he knew they would take it hard at first. So, with all of them sitting around the table, dinner finished, Jinae tucked in for the night, Minho braced himself to break the hard news. But before he could, Jisung stood.

“I just… I really need to say something.” His hands were shaking, Jeongin reaching out to take one in his own hand.

“Go ahead, Jagi.” Minho urged. Jisung took a deep breath, trying to even out his scent and his nerves.

“I’m not… okay.” He said after a long moment. “I’m not. I’m trying really, really hard to be. But I’m not.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “But… the way you’ve all been treating me since it happened isn’t helping.” His strawberries soured. “I need…” he took another shaking breath, hand clasping Jeongin’s tighter. “Stop treating me like I can’t do anything anymore. Stop… keeping me at arms length. It’s not making me feel any better. It’s making me feel worse. Feel useless. I can’t be myself if you won’t let me. I feel like you all don’t see me as a mate anymore.”

“Sungie.” Felix looked at Jisung sadly. “I… we didn’t mean…”

“I know you don’t mean to make me feel like this. You’re just trying to protect me. To-to let me grieve or whatever it was you were trying to do. But I need you to stop.” He looked up from his plate, trying to meet each of their eyes. “I love you all so much, and I’m so sorry I failed you all.”

“You didn’t fail any of us, Sungie.” Minho insisted.

“We thought we were helping.” Hyunjin said softly. “We thought you needed that care.”

“I did. At first. But the longer it goes on, the less it helps.”

“What do you need us to do?” Seungmin asked.

“Just… let me be normal again, I guess. Let me be active in our pack again. Let me take care of our daughter without hovering over me like the mere existence of her is going to destroy me.” Jisung dropped down in his chair like the weight of the conversation was physically weighing on him. “I told Chan and Changbin this morning, I just want to know you all still see me as me.”

“That’s something we can do for you.” Chan promised.

“Thank you.” Minho took the hand Jeongin wasn’t holding. “I’m sorry, Min. You were going to say something.”

“I was. And it might actually help you too.” He and Chan shared a look, Chan nodding at him. “Changbin and I found out what the problem with our bond is, and how we can fix it. But, it’s more than just my bond with him. It’s my bond, and Chan’s bond, with all of you.” He met Changbin’s eyes across the table, the alpha looking just as nervous as Minho felt. “When we all mated, and Chan and I gave you our marks, we didn’t know that our pack marks weren’t enough. That they’re not the same thing as mating bites.”

“How is this supposed to help?” Jisung questioned. “I just said I don’t feel like I’m your mate and you’re telling me I’m actually not.”

“But that’s where the good part comes.” Chan said. “Minho and I were thinking. Next week, we have a four day break. We are asking you all to allow us to do it right this time. We want to mate you all properly. And, maybe, this is a chance for everyone to renew their bonds with one another.”

“You knew about this?” Seungmin looked at Changbin. The alpha nodded.

“Eunwoo told us that day he came over.”

“Why are we just hearing about this now?” Jisung questioned. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“We never intended to keep it quiet for so long.” Minho defended. “I was going to tell you all that night. But then everything happened, and we needed to focus on you. I wanted to make sure you were alright before bringing it up. Chan didn’t even know until today.” Minho reached out and held Jisung’s face in his hands. “With or without the bites, we are mates. We have been mates since the moment Chan gave us the bracelets. And, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I want to put my mating bite on each and every one of you. And I want to do it right this time.”

“Okay.” Jisung whispered.

“That actually sounds really romantic.” Felix said. “A mating renewal.”

“We can recreate that night.” Hyunjin suggested. “And the weekend that followed.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“What about Jinae, though?” Seungmin asked. “We can’t just lock ourselves away for four days.”

“My parents can watch her.” Changbin offered. “Eomma has been begging to let them take her for a few days.”

“I don’t know.” Seungmin seemed wary. “I don’t love the idea of her being away from us for so long.”

“Minnie’s right.” Felix said. “Maybe one night away wouldn’t be so bad, but I don’t think more than that is smart. Not while she’s still so little.”

“I don’t like the sound of it either.” Chan agreed. “How about just the first night then? We can bring her home the following evening.” They all seemed much more comfortable with that plan. “It may not be as sexy as our original mating, but we’ll get our night and a good bit of the next day. And then we get quality time with our pup.”

“So, are you all accepting our proposal?” Minho asked. Murmured sounds of agreement flit around the table as they all expressed their acceptance. Minho thought he might cry. While he never doubted the love their pack shared, a renewal was exactly what they needed as mates.

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“Are you ready?” Changbin asked, peeking his head through the crack in Minho’s door. Today was his first appointment of his second trimester, and hopefully the day Dr. Park let him rid himself of the chair.

“Absolutely.” Minho couldn’t wait. Their mating renewal was only a day out, and he sincerely hoped he’d be out of the chair for it. He was planning on cooking a big meal like he had for the first time. He loved cooking for his mates. Feeding their bellies and souls. And their kitchen really wasn’t built for someone who had to sit the whole time.

“Come on then. We’ve got to get going.” Changbin kindly wheeled him out of his room and down the hall, where Jisung was finishing getting Jinae ready for the day.

“Good morning.” He smiled at them. “You have your appointment today, right?”

“I do!” Minho confirmed cheerily.

“Good luck.” Jisung wiped away the bit of banana Jinae managed to get on her cheek. “I’m gonna bring Little Miss here with me to the studio. She can hang out with me and Papa for the morning before dance practice.”

“Okay.” Changbin kissed both of their heads. “I’ll be there as soon as Minho’s appointment is over.” It hadn’t been uncommon for them to bring Jinae with them to the company. If none of them could take the day, she’d be with them. None of them liked the idea of leaving her with a sitter every day. The company had been, surprisingly, very accommodating with their needs for her. She loved being in the dance studio watching everyone rehearse, or being in the studio while they recorded.

“Binnie, Baby, we should go.” Minho said, watching on fondly as Chanbin showered their daughter in kisses. “After you hand her over so I can love on her too.” Changbin did as he was told, lifting Jinae out of her high chair and into Minho’s lap.

“Hey! She’s not done with her breakfast.” Jisung scolded them, with no real heat to his words.

“Just a second with her, then she’s all yours again.” Minho was glad to see Jisung with her. He seemed to light up so much brighter when he was with her than he had been since everything happened. “You have a good morning with Damma Sungie and Papa. Appa Binnie and I will be back later. And maybe I’ll be allowed to pick you up.” He kissed her head.

“Let’s not get crazy here.” Minho allowed Changbin to take Jinae back and return her to her high chair. “Bye, Baby.” Changbin kissed Jisung goodbye.

“Give me a kiss, Sungie?” Minho requested. The younger omega happily complied. “See you later.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

…

Minho was practically bouncing on the table as they waited for the doctor to come in. Cute was rarely the first word that came to mind when it came to Minho. Hot? Sure. Beautiful? Absolutely. Sexy? You’re damn right. But cute was rare. Changbin thought he was the cutest thing.

“Sorry to keep you guys waiting.” Eunwoo stepped into the room. “Dr. Park should be here in a few minutes. I just came to get some bloodwork and wanted to check in and see if you’ve made any steps with your bond.”

“Yes, actually!” Minho said happily. “Tomorrow, actually. We’ve planned to renew our mating and for Chan and I to complete our bonds.”

“That’s excellent news! Congratulations.” Eunwoo smiled warmly as prepped the needles and vials. “This is a great step for you all. It’s going to really help fix things with your bond.”

“We know we still have work to do.” Changbin reached for Minho’s hand. “But we’re getting there.”

“And that’s the most important part.” Eunwoo prepped his arm. “You’re used to this by now I’m sure.”

“I’ve gotten more blood drawn in the last few months than I have in years.” Minho held out his arm obediently.

“All to make sure that pup is doing well.”

“Can I ask you something?” Changbin said.

“Shoot.”

“If your focus in school was bonds, why did you go into omega obstetrics?”

“I don’t have a good answer to be honest.” Eunwoo shrugged as he cleaned up. “Something just drew me in. When I presented as an omega I just wanted to know more and it led me here. I was really young when I presented so I was kind of at a loss. But bonds always fascinated me. I figured I could find a way to do both.”

“How young were you? If you don’t mind me asking.” Minho couldn’t help but be curious. Eunwoo was clearly still young, so he must have still been in school.

Before Eunwoo could respond, Dr. Park stepped into the room.

…

Minho couldn’t have been happier. Dr. Park had given him a clean bill of health, assuring him the pup was doing wonderfully and he was officially out of the chair. He still had to be careful. No heavy lifting and he’d have to ease himself back into dancing, but he could be up again.

He nearly ran into the company building. He was so excited to get to the studio.

“Slow down.” Changbin laughed as he chased after him. “You still have to be careful.”

“Bin, I get to dance today for the first time in months.” Minho was giddy.

“I know. And I’m so happy you and the pup are okay.” Changbin finally caught up to him. “And I’d like for it to stay that way.”

“We’ll be fine, Binnie.” Minho stopped at the elevator. “I promise I’ll take it easy. I’ll have Hyunjin and Felix to keep me in line.”

“You know those two aren’t exactly voices of reason.”

“We’ll be fine.” Minho repeated himself. “You go see Chan and Jisung and do your 3Racha thing. And I’ll go to the dance studio and Hyunjin Felix and I will do our danceracha thing. And then we’ll meet up for rehearsals.”

“Okay.” Changbin relented as the elevator doors opened. “You promise to take a break if you need it?”

“I promise. You heard the doctor, I am perfectly safe dancing so long as I don’t try any risky moves.” Minho pulled him into the elevator, kissing his cheek. “It’s cute how concerned you are. But I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself and the little one just fine.”

“I know.” Changbin rubbed Minho’s little bump affectionately. “Have fun.”

“I plan to.”

Felix and Hyunjin were already in full swing when Minho made it to the studio, the two running through choreo he didn’t really recognize. Felix noticed him first, smiling widely at him through the mirror.

“You’re on two feet!” He yelled. “Come on. We’ll show you what we’ve been working on.”

“We’ll start with the easy stuff for you.” Hyunjin pulled him towards the middle of the room. “Ease you back into it.”

“Show me what you got.”

…

Minho felt electric as they made their way home after a long day of rehearsals. His legs buzzed with the pleasant feeling of hard work and movement. He felt good. He felt right.

It was just about Jinae’s bedtime when they arrived home, and Minho, almost literally, jumped at the chance to get her ready.

“Remember, the doctor said no heavy lifting.” Changbin said.

“She weighs like ten kilos.” Minho waved him off, lifting Jinae into his arms. “Come on, Sweet Girl. Let’s get you all ready for bed.” Jinae, sleepy from her long day of sitting there and looking cute, dropped her head against his shoulder.

He took his time as he went through her nightly routine, soaking up all of the time with her he could. He missed it, the little moments of just being able to care for her.

Her bath completed, snuggled in her coziest pajamas, Minho handed Jinae off to Felix to get her to sleep.

“Hey, Min.” Chan caught him in the hall as he went to get himself ready for bed. “I have something to show you.”

“Last time you told me that I ended up with a knot in my mouth.” Minho followed him with a cheeky smile.

“Maybe tomorrow.” Chan led him into his room. “The rings came. For tomorrow.” Minho sat on Chan’s bed as Chan searched through his desk for a moment. He retrieved a small, black, velvet box and sat next to Minho.

“They made it?”

“I had to get them rushed, but they’re absolutely perfect.” Chan opened the box to reveal a silver band, eight diamonds set into the metal. It wasn’t overly flashy, rather fairly understated. Minho looked at Chan, waiting for his confirmation before picking up the ring out of the box.

Engraved on the inside of the band, in simple, curling lettering, was the word “fate”.

“It’s beautiful. Everyone’s going to love them.”

“This one is yours.” He took Minho’s hand, sliding the ring onto his finger. “And I have mine.” Chan showed off the one on his own finger.

“I love them. I can’t wait to give them to everyone.”

“I have something special for you as well.” Chan went back to the desk for a different one. This one thin and long.

“Channie, you didn’t need to do all of this.” Minho accepted the box, realizing his hands were shaking.

“I do, though.” Chan tucked a stray hair behind Minho’s ear. “You’re my Luna. And, while we may not be the most traditional pack, I want to honor that. Open it.” Minho opened the box carefully, breath catching at the necklace that lay inside. A thick, silver link chain, with a pendant carved with the phases of the moon.

Minho didn’t know what to say, overcome with emotion. His eyes filled with tears, catching himself crying before he even realized.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Chan pulled him in.

“I just love you so much.” Minho said through his tears. “And you still trust me to be your Luna.”

“Of course I trust you. I’ve never wavered in my faith in you.”

“I don’t always feel like I deserve the title.” Minho confessed. “Especially recently.”

“I know things have been rough recently. I’ve had my fair share of doubt in my own position. But not once have I ever questioned my decision to name you my Luna. And I know everyone agrees. Especially our omegas.”

“You’re the best alpha we could have ever hoped for.”

“And I hope to continue to be that for you.”

“Will you help me put it on?” Minho held up the necklace. Chan smiled, lifted the necklace carefully from the box, and clasped it around Minho’s neck. “It’s perfect. Thank you for believing in me.”

“Thank you for being someone I can lean on.” Chan held his face in his hands, wiping away his tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

…

Everything was already going wrong. Some of the ingredients for dinner didn’t arrive in the grocery order, so he had to beg Seungmin and Jeongin to run to the store to get what was missing, Jinae had been fussy all morning as they got her ready to go to Changbin’s parents, and Minho was exhausted. He may have done a little too much the day before, his body not used to the extended activity anymore. He was trying to work with what he had and get started on dinner, but he was so tired.

“Why don’t you go lay down?” Felix suggested.

“But I need to get this on the stove to simmer.” Minho argued, finishing up chopping the vegetables for the kimchi -jjigae.

“It will be fine if you go take a nap for a little bit.” Felix dragged him away from the counter. “Binnie, and I are leaving soon to drop off Jinae. You should say goodbye to her.” Minho broke free of his grip and put the pot on the stove, the. going over to the living room where everyone was sitting with their daughter.

“Come here, Sweet Girl.” Minho lifted her off the couch. “Damma’s gonna miss you so much tonight. You better be good for your grandparents.” He kissed her cheek with a wet smack, making her laugh. “Where’s that laugh been all morning?”

“She’s cutting a new tooth.” Hyunjin explained. “I gave her some medicine.”

“Oh, such a big girl.” Minho bounced her. “Got all these new teeth coming in. I understand why you were so grumpy.”

“Min, did you scent her blanket yet?” Changbin asked.

“No, hand it over.” Changbin passed him a little blanket with a duck pattern on it. Minho rubbed it against the scent gland on his neck, making sure it would be strong enough to last all night. “Was I the last one?”

“Yep.” Changbin took the blanket back and packed it into the bag with everything Jinae would need for the night. “We should get going, my parents are expecting us soon.”

“Oh, okay.” Minho let Felix take Jinae from his arms. “We’ll call you before bedtime, Sweet Girl.” The rest of the pack showered her with kisses and goodbyes before Felix and Changbin left with her.

“Alright, now you’re going to take a nap.” Jisung said decidedly.

“I have to work on dinner.” Minho argued. “There’s a lot to do if we want to eat tonight.”

“Just a half hour.” Hyunjin insisted. “We’ll wake you up.” Minho knew they wouldn’t let up, so he relented.

“Fine. Half an hour. Don’t let the pot on the stove boil over in that time.”

“It will be fine.” Jeongin assured him. “Go lay down in the den. We’ll watch the stove.” Minho hesitated a moment longer before giving in and going to the nest. They were right. Half an hour wouldn’t hurt.

…

Minho swatted away whoever was trying to shake him awake. They clearly had a death wish if they were disturbing his rest like this. Whoever it was was insistent though, and he begrudgingly opened his eyes.

“Hey there, sleepy head.” Jisung smiled down at him. “You must have been really tired.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Two hours.” Minho shot up, grabbing for his phone.

“Two hours?” He checked the time. “I need to finish cooking. Why didn’t anyone wake me?”

“We tried. You threatened to put Hyunjin in the air fryer again.” Minho jumped out of the nest, rushing over to the kitchen. He was surprised to see not only the kitchen in one piece, but all of the cooking nearly done. Hyunjin and Jeongin were setting the table.

“Hi, Love.” Felix greeted him from his place at the stove. “Did you sleep well?”

“You guys finished cooking?”

“Well, Chan and I did. But you had everything pretty much ready to go, we just finished it.” He was transferring the japchae from the pan into a large bowl. “Chan grilled the meat while I finished what you had going in here.” Felix placed the now empty pan in the sink, where Minho realized most of the cooking dishes had already been cleaned, then took Minho’s hands. “Everything’s ready. Come on, let’s eat.” He pulled him over to the table where everyone was slowly congregating. Chan was the last to enter, hiding a bag that Minho assumed held the rings behind his back.

Once everyone was seated, with food and drinks served, Chan stood, holding out his hand for Minho to join him.

“Tonight is a very big night for us.” He said. “I want to start by saying that this pack, all of you, are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I’m so happy to have found each and every one of you.”

“We, um, we got something for all of you.” Minho was suddenly nervous. “Chan had given all of us our original mating gifts. But… but we wanted to give you all something for the both of us.” Chan retrieved the bag, and set a box in front of each of them.

“Minho and I designed these together.” Chan explained. “Go ahead. Open them.”

“Oh.” Felix was already crying.

“Do you like them?” Minho asked, twisting his own ring around his finger.

“They’re perfect.” Hyunjin was sliding his ring on.

“Fate.” Seungmin read. “It’s beautiful.”

“They’re amazing.” Changbin agreed.

“I love it.” Jeongin said. Jisung stared silently at his ring, wide eyes unblinking.

“Sungie, Baby.” Chan knelt down next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” He blinked finally, tears falling from his eyes. “I love it. I’m just… still a little raw I guess. Still reminding myself that you all still want me.”

“We’ll always want you.” Minho insisted. “And, hopefully, after tonight you won’t ever doubt that again.” Chan picked the ring up out of the box, holding out his other hand for Jisung’s. Jisung gave it, letting Chan slip the ring on.

“A toast.” Hyunjin held up his glass. “To new beginnings.”

“To the past, the present, and the future.” Jeongin added.

“To our family.” Changbin held up his own glass. “I love you all so much.” Felix was openly sobbing now, and Minho honestly wasn’t far behind. The love and joy in the room was palpable, evident in their words and scents, and Minho’s heart was full.

They ate, and they laughed, and they cried. Kisses were shared along with memories. When dinner was done, they left the dishes for the morning, none of them wanting to wait another moment.

Well, after they called Changbin’s parents to say goodnight to Jinae.

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“Who will you give your mating bite to first, Alpha?” Hyunjin asked as he undressed. Minho caught himself salivating over the sight of all of his gorgeous mates naked before him. Aside from cycles, they never really were together all eight of them like this since their initial mating, and Minho was even happier that he’d been cleared for sex. 

“Hannie.” Chan beckoned Jisung over. The omega complied, weak to the wills of their alpha. “Finding you started everything.” Chan kissed him, Jisung immediately moaning against his lips. The kiss was short, Chan quickly moving to trail his lips down to his alpha bite. “First, I reclaim you as my pack.” He kissed his neck, then bit down to re-open his mark. Jisung cried out as Chan’s teeth sunk into his skin. 

“Then,” he said after a few soothing licks to the site, “I claim you as my mate.” He laid Jisung down on his stomach, kissing each of the five bites already on his spine until he reached where his own would go. “I love you so much.” He bit down. 

Once he was satisfied with his mark, he presented his back to Jisung, allowing him to re-open his own bite on Chan’s spine. 

Chan followed the pattern in order of when he’d found each of them. After Jisung was Jeongin, then Hyunjin. Followed by Changbin, Felix, and then Seungmin. First claiming them, then allowing them to reclaim him. When he finally made it to Minho, he was shaking with emotion. 

“My Luna.” He whispered, holding Minho’s face in his hands. “You and I never really mated at all I suppose.” 

“We’ll just have to fix that right now.” Chan smiled before leaning in and connecting their lips. Minho could taste their mates on his tongue. The kiss broke, and Minho bared his throat for Chan. It didn’t hurt as Chan’s teeth sunk into his skin, but felt rather blissful. And when Chan laid him out, careful of his belly, a flicker of arousal shot through his body as Chan finally mated him. And when he returned the favor, that flicker grew brighter as their completed bond sparked to life. Thrumming in his veins in a way he’d never experienced before. 

With Chan having completed his bonds with all of them, it was Minho’s turn to mate his loves. He started with Changbin, the alpha eager to have been chosen first. 

“Are we finally going to go back to normal?” Changbin asked quietly. 

“I don’t know.” Minho said. “But a step in the right direction.” Changbin exposed his throat, granting Minho access to his mark. The alpha shuttered beneath him as his teeth sunk in. 

Something electric clicked into place when Changbin bit into his spine, their bond now complete. 

Minho found himself falling deeper and deeper with each bond he completed. He was desperately aroused, anxious to be touched. Slick coated his thighs and he could smell his mates not far behind. When he completed the final bond with Jisung, he had to stop himself from taking the omega in front of him. They all wanted to renew their bonds as well, so he kissed Jisung hard before releasing him to the rest of their mates. 

A body pressed into his back, and warm sand and saltwater hit his nose. 

“They’re so beautiful.” Chan said into his ear. “Our mates.” His hands traveled down Minho’s sides, landing on his hips. “And you’re so beautiful.” Chan pulled him in so his back was flush to his chest, earning a gasp from Minho. 

“Please, Channie.” Minho pressed his ass into Chan’s erection. “Want you.” He would have been embarrassed about how desperate he sounded if he wasn’t already completely gone. 

“You can have me, Pretty.” He nipped at Minho’s ear.  “How do you want me?” About a dozen different things flit through Minho’s mind that he could suggest, but really he just wanted to be filled. 

“Haven’t had your knot in so long.” 

“Lay down. On your side.” Chan moved him to where he wanted him, still pressed against his back. “So you’re comfortable.” 

“Just get on with it.” Chan chuckled. 

“Lift your leg for me.” Despite his instructions, Chan was moving him around himself. “You’re fucking soaked. Damn.” Slick coated Minho’s inner thighs. “Am I even gonna need to prep you?” Minho sort of hoped he wouldn’t. He liked the burn. Chan’s fingers brushed against his entrance, teasing. “Already so loose.” He pressed two fingers inside, pushing a broken moan from Minho. 

Chan loved to tease. Loved to have his mates squirming and begging for it. That seemed to be his plan for tonight, as he avoided Minho’s prostate in favor of stretching him out. 

“Look at how gorgeous they all are.” Chan said. “While they pleasure each other.” Minho pried his eyes open to see Jisung spread out, Hyunjin’s head between his thighs and Felix in his lap. Seungmin was under Jeongin, the alpha prepping him. 

Changbin was alone, staring intently at Minho and Chan. And Minho felt that tug once again, even through their bright, shiny new mating bond. 

Minho gasped suddenly, Chan’s fingers curling to brush against his prostate. 

“I’m ready.” Minho insisted. “I’m so ready.” 

“You’re so cute when you beg.” Chan pulled his fingers away, lips ghosting over Minho's throat. “So eager to take me.” One of Chan’s hands moved to his chest, deft fingers finding one of his nipples. 

“Ah. Ah!”

“So sensitive, Baby.” Chan sounded entirely unaffected. “Can I make you cum like this?” Chan pinched the bud hard, making Minho cry out and drawing Changbin over to them. 

“Can I touch you too?” He asked. 

“Feeling possessive again, Bin-ah?” Minho could hear the teasing smile in Chan’s voice. 

“A little.” Changbin’s eyes raked over Minho’s body, desperate to get his hands on him, but not touching yet. “But not, like, aggressive like it was before. I just want my hands on him.” 

“What do you say, Baby?” Chan’s hands stopped their assault on Minho’s chest. “Can Binnie join us?” 

“C’mere.” Changbin didn’t waste a moment once he was given permission, hands and lips immediately caressing, groping, biting, and squeezing every inch of Minho’s skin he could touch. Minho couldn’t tell whose hands were whose, just that they were touching him in all the right places. He felt floaty, slipping into a pliant headspace as the two alphas teased him. 

He felt himself being moved, suddenly upright and being lowered down onto Chan’s cock, his back still pressed against his chest. Changbin’s hands and lips were still on him, caging him in. Changbin kissed down his body, focusing on the slight swell of his belly. 

“So pretty with my pup in you.” He growled against Minho’s skin. 

“Keep your eyes open, Pretty.” Chan told him. “Watch everyone.” Minho fought to keep looking at his mates. Jeongin now had Seungmin on all fours, fucking into him from behind. Felix was bouncing on Jisung’s cock, making the prettiest noises. They had moved to the edge of the bed, Hyunjin standing between Jisung’s spread legs and sinking into him. 

Minho’s eyes fell shut again as a warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Chan used his grip on Minho’s hips to move him up and down on his cock, causing him to fuck himself into Changbin’s throat. The feeling of Chan stretching him, combined with Changbin’s talented mouth, made it impossible to focus on anything else. He could still hear the sounds of pleasure from his mates, and smell their arousal, but it was all far away. Chan was saying something to him, but he couldn’t make out the words. He couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything beyond the pleasure the two alphas were delivering to him. They were no longer teasing him, and the onslaught of pleasure was nearly overwhelming. 

There was no warning as he came, spilling down Changbin’s throat and squirting all over Chan’s lap. 

“That’s right, Love.” Chan praised, not letting up on pounding into him. “Let alphas take care of you.” 

“Knot. Want your knot.” Minho begged. He only ever begged for Chan. Minho was insatiable, one orgasm not enough for him. 

“You’ll get it.” 

“And Binnie.”

“You want Binnie to knot you too?” Chan picked up the pace, making Minho cry out. “Want us to pass you around the pack? Let everyone play with you?” 

“Yes.” Minho nodded quickly, delirious with pleasure. “Want everyone. Fuck! Want them to share me.” 

“Sure you can handle it?” Changbin asked sincerely, hands protectively on Minho’s belly. His care and concern was appreciated, but Minho was too keyed up. 

“Yes. Yes fuck.” Chan’s knot started catching. “Don’t stop.” 

“Feel so good squeezing my knot.” Chan groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes. Yes!” Chan’s knot popped, filling Minho with hot cum. 

He fell back against Chan’s chest. Breathing heavily. 

“You okay there, Baby?” Chan asked. Minho whined, trying to stick his face in Chan’s neck. “Still want everyone to share you?”

“Ask me again when your knot goes down.” Chan laughed, jostling Minho and causing his knot to tug at his rim. Minho sucked in a sharp gasp. 

“Sorry. Let’s lie down for a bit.” Chan maneuvered them so they were laying on their sides, Minho snug against his chest. Changbin laid down so he was facing them. 

A calm had settled over the nest, the smell of his sated mates hitting Minho’s nose. His mates whispered and giggled to each other, happiness filling the room. 

“Can I still have you next?” Changbin asked him softly. 

“And what if I wanted you next?” Chan asked, hand reaching out to caress his face. Changbin moaned at the idea. “You like the sound of that?” Changbin nodded rapidly, looking about ready to present himself right there. “Is it okay if I have our Binnie?” He asked into Minho’s ear. 

“You don’t need my permission to put on that show.” Minho loved seeing the alphas together. Changbin particularly was breathtaking when handing himself over to Chan. 

“We can get you ready while you wait for his knot to go down.” Felix offered to Changbin, suddenly flopping down onto the alpha. 

“Oh, let me see that.” Minho goaded them on. “Binnie, will you be a good boy for our omegas? Let them stretch you out so you can take our alpha?” The noise that left Changbin’s lips was absolutely sinful. 

“Come on.” Felix coaxed Changbin onto his back. “Jinnie, want to help me?” 

“Absolutely.” Hyunjin crawled over to them, throwing a leg over Changbin’s chest to straddle him. “Hi, Baby.” 

“Hi.” Changbin held his hips loosely. Hyunjin positioned himself so his entrance was directly in Felix’s face, the younger omega collecting the copious amounts of slick onto his fingers. He pressed one against Changbin’s waiting hole, the alpha whining. 

“There’s lube right in the nightstand.” Chan playfully scolded. 

“This is hotter though.” Felix entered Changbin slowly. 

“You take it so well, Binnie.” Hyunjin cooed at him. “Should let us do this more often.” 

The two omegas continued to tease and goad him as they prepped him, making him a whiny, begging mess. Chan’s knot had gone down enough for him to pull out, but he kept himself snuggly inside Minho. 

“Okay.” Felix finally said, removing his fingers. “He’s all ready for you, Channie.” 

“Thank you, Baby.” Chan pulled Felix over for a kiss. “Why don’t you two take care of our Luna while I give Binnie my attention.” Chan pulled out of Minho carefully, the omega whining in protest at the loss. 

“Gladly.” Hyunjin gave Changbin a messy kiss before leaving his place on his chest, leaving streaks of slick behind, and making his way to Minho. “Hi.” 

“Hi, Babies.”  Minho took the two omegas in his arms easily. 

“Hannie looks busy with Innie and Minnie.” Felix nodded over to where Jisung was sandwiched between Seungmin and Jeongin, the two teasing him with light, fleeting touches. 

“Don’t be too mean to him.” Minho chided. “He’s sensitive.” 

“Jagiya.” Jisung cried out, sounding ruined. 

“Oh, we’ll be so nice to him.” Seungmin drawled, tweaking one of Jisung’s nipples. “Right, Innie?”

“So good to him.” Jeongin agreed, nipping at his shoulder. “We’ll even let him pick who gets to fuck him next.” 

“Seu… Seungmin. Oh fuck.” Jisung’s back arched off the bed, chasing the feeling of their hands. “Want Seungmin.” 

“Really, Baby?” Seungmin purred. Jisung nodded rapidly. “Can you beg for it?” Seungmin liked to be a little mean in bed, especially with Jisung. And Jisung was just a vision begging. Him picking Seungmin meant he needed someone to be rough with him. Needed to know he was desired and not delicate. 

“Please, Minnie. I’ll be so good for you.” Jisung tried to spread his legs wider. “Need it. Need you. Ruin me.” 

“Aw, he asks so nicely.” Seungmin fit himself between Jisung’s thighs. “You’re already stretched out, aren’t you? Jinnie fucked you good?” Jisung nodded, whimpering. Seungmin’s hand wrapped amount Jisung’s throat, squeezing just right to make Jisung’s hips buck up. 

“Who do I watch?” Felix asked, eyes switching back and forth between Jisung and Seungmin, who were now kissing heavily, to where Chan had Changbin bent in half at the waist, knees up by his ears as he fucked deep into him. “They’re both so hot.” 

“You could be looking at me.” Jeongin offered with a cheeky grin. His large hands claimed Felix at the hips, pulling him flush against his chest. The reaction from Felix was immediate, face flushing pink and scent getting spicier. “What do you say?” Felix seemed at a loss for words, somehow caught off guard by the youngest alpha’s boldness. 

“You go have fun with Innie, Baby. Just give me a kiss first. Both of you.” Minho’s eyes raked over the vision that was the two of them, his cock filling out. They both complied to his request easily, allowing him to kiss them breathless before they moved to their own little corner.  “I have Jinnie here to keep me entertained.” 

“And entertain I will.” Hyunjin rolled them over so he was sitting in Minho’s lap, careful of his belly, causing Minho’s cock to press against his slick entrance. “You want me to perform for you, Luna?” 

“You gonna dance for me?” Minho lounged back, letting Hyunjin take the lead. The younger dancer had a way of moving his body that left his mates breathless. “Move that pretty body, Baby. Show me what you can do.” Hyunjin swiveled his hips a few times. “Need me to get you ready?”

“No need.” Hyunjin lined himself up, sinking down on Minho’s cock slowly with practiced ease. “You know I like the burn.” Minho groaned, head falling back as he enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by Hyunjin’s slick heat. 

“Just like that.” Minho praised. “Does that feel good?” 

“So good.” Hyunjin’s head fell back, not wasting a moment to adjust in favor of moving those sinful hips of his. The sensuality of Hyunjin’s dancing translated into the hypnotic moves of his love making. The roll of his hips, the way his hands moved along the dips and curves of his body. Minho didn’t think he’d ever tire of it. Hyunjin also liked to work for his own pleasure. Liked the burn of his thighs, the way his muscles were sore by the end of it. “Enjoying the show?”

“Oh, you know I am.” He felt the tension building as Hyunjin squeezed him the perfect way. “Keep going. Feels so good.” 

“You like that?” Hyunjin ground down harder. “Am I ma… agh! Making you feel good?” 

“You’re perfect, Baby. Don’t stop.” Hyunjin shifted the angle, gasping as he fucked down on Minho so his cock hit is sweet spot on every thrust. “Just like that. Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” 

“Please. Want you to cum in me.” Hyunjin doubled his efforts, eager to have Minho fall apart. 

“You first.” Minho’s hand wrapped around Hyunjin’s cock, stroking it lazily. Hyunjin’s steady hips faltered, trying to chase the pleasure at both ends. “Go on and cum for me, Baby. Let go.” Hyunjin could only do as he was told, spilling over Minho’s fingers as a strangled moan tore from his throat. “Good boy.” Hyunjin continued his movements through his orgasm, desperate to pull Minho’s release from him. 

“Let go, Luna. Please.” Minho grabbed his hips, planting his feet on the bed so he could fuck up into Hyunjin’s delicious heat. “Fuck! So good! Don’t stop. Please! Don’t stop!”

“Gonna cum again, Baby? Already?” 

“Feels so good.” Hyunjin’s hands moved to play with his own nipples. He tightened around Minho’s length, pulling him closer to the edge. Hyunjin had an incredibly fast refractory period, and on more than one occasion he’d been fucked through four or five orgasms in a row, far past the point of overstimulation. 

“You feel fantastic.” He gripped Hyunjin’s hips hard enough to bruise. He could hear Jisung nearby, begging to cum, followed by Seungmin’s teasing voice. The sounds of all of his mates finding their pleasure with one another send him closer and closer to release. “Fuck. I’m cumming.” Minho held him down as he filled him. “Oh, fuck. So good.” 

“Can I cum?” Hyunjin asked, reaching for his own cock. 

“Again? Needy.” Minho chuckled through the haze. “Go on, Baby.” Hyunjin panted, panting his release over his chest. “So good, Baby.” 

“Love you.” Hyunjin bent down to capture his lips. 

“Love you too, Pretty.” 

He noticed movement at his side, Jisung coming over to cling to him. 

“Hi, Jagi.” Minho cooed. “Did Minnie make you feel good?” 

“So good.”

“Did he give you what you needed?” Jisung nodded. “I’m glad, Baby.” 

“This is pretty.” Jisung said, looking at Minho’s necklace. 

“Channie gave it to me.” Minho felt himself blush. 

“It suits you.” Jisung played with the chain. “Any chance you’re still up for that offer of everyone sharing you?” Minho wanted to say yes, to get time with each of his loves, but he didn’t think he had it in him. 

“I’m actually exhausted.” Minho admitted. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize.” Hyunjin pulled himself away from Minho carefully, situating himself on Minho’s free side. “We always have tomorrow.” 

“And the rest of our lives.” Jisung added. Minho smiled, fingers trailing down Jisung’s back to feel each bite along his spine. He was happy to hear the confidence in Jisung’s words, no trace of the doubts he’d been having recently. 

“We’ll pick back up tomorrow then.” Minho said softly, pulling Jisung closer for a kiss. “You two should go have more fun, I’ll just watch.” 

“I’m pretty comfortable here, actually.” Jisung admitted, snuggling closer. “Seungmin tired me out.” 

“Just Seungmin?” Hyunjin asked in mock offense. 

“Oh, you definitely did your part.” Jisung reached across Minho and caressed his cheek. “Seungmin just finished the job.” 

“Well then, you two relax. I’m going to see who's ready for more.” Hyunjin kissed each of them before reentering the fray. 

“Are you feeling better?” Minho asked Jisung. 

“A lot better.” Jisung tucked his face in Minho’s neck, one of his favorite spots. “I’m sorry I doubted everyone.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, Jagi. You had a right to feel upset.” 

“Still. I’m glad we did this.” Minho’s fingers traced the bite at the very bottom of Jisung’s spine. His bite. 

“I am too.” 

He watched his mates play with one another, Jisung tucked comfortably in his arms. Jisung’s hand absentmindedly smoothed over the slight swell of his stomach. 

He could feel their happiness, beyond just their scents and pleasant sounds. He felt it deep in his bones, in his soul. Strung intricately through his entire system in glowing, shining strings tying them all to one another. He could have drowned in the emotion of it all. And he wanted to. He felt truly, deeply, madly happy and in love. Complete in a way he didn’t think was possible. 

He fell asleep that night surrounded by his heart spread out amongst the seven men around him. His loves. His mates. His pack. 

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It felt to Minho as if he’d blinked and weeks had gone by. His belly had grown significantly, and people were definitely beginning to notice. They’d been so busy, they’d hardly even thought about any sort of public announcement. Not that they really needed to, it was their own business, but they were going to have to explain why they’d be going dark again.

“Hey you.” Felix poked his head into Minho’s bedroom, catching him staring in the mirror, admiring his bump. “How’s pup doing?”

“Getting bigger every day if feels like.” He smiled at his belly. “It’s kind of weird, I almost didn’t expect to make it this far.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” Felix wrapped his arms around Minho. “I think it’s a boy.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Just a feeling.” Felix smiled brightly. “What brings you in here?”

“Channie said he wants to talk to us. Something about what he, Changbin, and Jisung have been plotting recently.”

“They’re finally letting us in on their little secret?” Minho raised a curious eyebrow. The three of them had been hidden away in the studio, plotting, for weeks.

“Apparently, it’s a very big deal.” Felix rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Come on.”

The three men appeared to be very excited as the pack filed into the room, talking animatedly quietly between them.

“This must be something really exciting.” Jeongin noted, sitting Jinae on his lap.

“It is.” Chan said happily. “I know we’ve talked about leaving the company recently, and, well, we’ve figured out how it can finally happen.”

“Wait, what?” Seungmin looked between the three of them. “Like, for real?”

“For real.” Changbin nodded.

“3Racha Entertainment is happening!” Jisung said excitedly, the omega bouncing up and down.

“How?”

“We've been talking with my parents.” Chan explained. “Technically, we’d be under Bahng Entertainment. It’s more like we’d be opening a new division here in Seoul. But, we’d get complete control.”

“Essentially, once we’re ready to get back to work after the pup comes, we’d be working for ourselves.” Jisung explained, giddy.

“I pup!” Jinae said.

“Yes, Little Miss, you are a pup.” Jisung smiled at her.

“And what about what we’ve already done?” Minho questioned. “Our music? Our name?”

“We, as in 3Racha, do own the rights to most of our music.” Chan explained.

“Most?”

“The Clès. When Woojin left, I had to rework the contracts with the company. I made sure to include that, as the producers of the songs, we’d maintain ownership. But, that clause wasn’t in place before that. It’s part of the reason we re-recorded a lot of those songs.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Felix nodded. “We could just re-record the ones we don’t have, right? Like how Taylor Swift did.”

“We could. The biggest issue is the name.”

“We can’t take the Stray Kids name with us?” Hyunjin sounded heartbroken.

“We own 3Racha because it was technically never under the JYP label. But yes, we would have to come up with a new name for ourselves.”

“We thought we could all come up with some ideas and vote.” Changbin suggested. “It needs to be a decision we all make.”

“It’s not such a bad thing, honestly.” Felix said. “I mean, it’s not like we’re kids anymore. We could have a name that represents us in the now.”

“But there’s so much history with the Stray Kids name.” Jeongin said softly.

“And people aren’t going to forget that.” Chan assured him. “We can honor that legacy, and show how our colors have changed. We’re evolving, not leaving that part of us behind.”

“Going in under Bahng Entertainment helps guarantee a stable ground for us to move onto. And we have a lot of people willing to invest in us.” Changbin explained. “We have a lot we still need to figure out on our own though.”

“You mean you guys.” Seungmin said. “It’s 3Racha Entertainment.”

“In name, yes.” Chan admitted. “But, this is built off a legacy all of us contributed to. We all get a say.”

“We can really do this?” Minho asked.

“We can.” Chan met each of their gazes. “It’s going to take a lot of work. But, with all of us, plus the support from my parents and our investors, we can absolutely make this work.”

“And when do we break it to the company?”

“We’ll be having a final meeting with the executives before we begin our hiatus. Since our current contracts are almost up anyway, I imagine they’ll want to discuss re-signing us once we return.”

“We can do this.” Changbin said confidently. “I know I was skeptical when the idea was brought up originally, but this will work. We have the backing. STAY will follow us. Hell, there’s a lot of them that have been hoping we leave JYP.”

“It’s just kind of scary.” Seungmin admitted.

“Oh, it’s terrifying.” Jisung agreed. “Which is why we’ve spent so long going over every detail before bringing it to the table again. If this is something we want to do, we have everything we need.”

“If you’re confident about it.” Hyunjin said. “Then I am too.”

“Me too.” Minho said.

“What do you say, Jinae?” Jeongin asked the pup in his lap.

“Yes!” She cheered, as if she had any idea what she was agreeing to.

“Well, how can I disagree with that?”

“We are doing all of this for them.” Changbin said fondly at Jinae, then at Minho’s growing bump.

…

“Hey, Min, we have a problem.” Chan rushed into the dance studio.

“What’s wrong?” Minho paused the music.

“There were some photos posted on twitter of you.” He showed Minho his phone. It was a photo of him leaving a pup store with his omegas, his pregnant belly fully on display.

“Oh, that’s all?”

“What do you mean ‘that’s all’?” Minho shrugged, taking a sip of his water. “Min, this is an invasion of your privacy.”

“And what part of our lives isn’t?” Minho remained nonchalant as he returned to his stretches. His growing bump wouldn’t stop him from moving.

“Aren’t you upset that they revealed your pregnancy before you could?”

“Honestly?” Minho looked at Chan through the mirror. “Not really. You know I’m not the type for grand announcements like that. I was happy to do it for Yongbok and I’ll be happy to do it when Hyunjin and Hannie have pups. But, to be frank, it’s kind of a weight off my shoulders. I’d rather everyone just know.”

“So, you’re fine with this?”

“I mean, yeah. It would be a different story if Jinae was in the photos. Although, STAY would eat them alive if they tried posting her without our permission.” It Happened all of one time. A sasaeng got too bold and posted a photo of Felix and Chan with Jinae. They’d made it clear they would not tolerate tabloids exposing their children and STAY went to battle for them. The post was taken down and the account deleted before the end of the day.

It’s not like they never shared photos of her. They had a handful on their socials. They just hoped to protect her and their future pups from the clawing eyes of the tabloids.

They still tried. Koreaboo and a handful of other sleazy websites running articles trying to figure out who Jinae’s sire was based on the very few pictures showing her face. At least they’d only used photos the pack had posted themselves. The bar was on the ground, but they’d still cleared it technically.

“I thought you’d at least be a little upset.” Chan sat down on the couch to watch Minho.

“I promise I’m not. It’s really no big deal to me. I’ll talk about it when I’m ready. I just don’t have to make some grand announcement now.”

“You’re in a suspiciously good mood right now.” Chan looked him over curiously.

“Channie, nothing can take me down today.”

“And why’s that?”

“I felt him kick this morning.” Minho paused to hold his bump proudly.

“What? Really?” Chan jumped up, hand outstretched towards Minho’s belly.

“He’s not moving right now. But it was so strong.” If the besotted look on his face didn’t give him away, his scent, beautifully intertwined with Changbin’s, would have. His eyes were shiny, bright and happy.

“Does Bin know?”

“No.” Minho shook his head. “I haven’t seen him since it happened.”

“And you’re really sure it’s a boy, huh?”

“So sure.” Minho smiled wide. Until he’d hit his second trimester, Minho had been too nervous to even think about things like that. More focused on reaching a safer point in his pregnancy. But now, he allowed himself the small joys of considering names and looking at baby clothes. Him feeling them move that morning was the cherry on top for him. Another glimmer proving everything was going to be okay.

“You’ll know for sure soon, right?”

“At my next appointment.” Minho had decided right away he wanted to know for sure. He didn’t want any surprises.

“I assume you don’t want to do anything special with that information either.”

“You know me so well.”

…

It was the end of another exhaustingly long day before Minho got a moment alone with Changbin. The pup had made their presence known a few more times throughout the day, sending his heart fluttering and Changbin’s scent blooming. Felix had given him a few knowing looks throughout the day, but hadn’t said anything.

He’d pulled Changbin to his room as soon as they’d gotten home. A room which had more or less become one large nest. Minho’s nesting instincts had hit hard recently.

“What’s gotten into you?” Changbin asked as Minho situated him in the way he wanted. “Not that I’m not happy to spend some alone time with you.”

“Just wait.” Minho whispered as he put Changbin’s hands on his belly. There was nothing for a long moment.

“What am I waiting for?”

“He was kicking.” Minho pouted when there was still no movement.

“He was?!” Changbin moved his hands around, excitedly trying to find any movement. Finally, right as Changbin was about to pull his hands away, they felt it. A flurry of movement under their hands. “Oh, I think I’m gonna cry. Has this been happening all day?”

“On and off since this morning.”

“That’s our pup.” Changbin said it like he couldn’t believe it was real. “That’s our pup.” Since their remating, their bond had been much more secure, but there was still that desire to be close. To have one another near. “Min, you’re incredible.”

“He’s so strong. He’s taking after you already.”

“You’re just as strong.” Changbin pulled him down so they were laying, Minho’s head on his chest. “We’re nearly halfway there, right?”

“Just about. It'll be seventeen weeks tomorrow. It's going by so fast.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Minho tilted his head, looking at him curiously.

“For choosing me.” Changbin looked like he had more to say, so Minho waited for him to elaborate. “You could have picked either one of the alphas to sire your pup.”

“But I wanted it to be you.” Minho said softly. “More than just the fact that you had sired my first pup. I’ve always felt the safest with you. Like, nothing could hurt me if I was with you. And it’s not because of your big muscles, though those are a nice bonus.” He squeezed one of Changbin’s arms affectionately. “You have a way of making me feel like… like I can be vulnerable. There’s a weight to being a head of the pack. I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. And I love that I can be what the pack needs. I don’t feel that weight with you.”

“I’m happy I can make you feel like that.” Changbin pulled him in for a kiss. “And I will always feel honored that you wanted this with me.”

“I love you so much, Bin.”

“I love you too.”

They laid in silence for a while, feeling the random flutters of the pup. The both of them lighting up a little brighter each time.

“Knock knock.” Hyunjin poked his head in the room. “I was just putting Jinae to bed. Figured you both wanted to say goodnight.”

“Of course we do.” Changbin helped Minho sit up. “Come here.” Hyunjin brought Jinae into the nest, the little girl cuddling up between them.

“Hey, Sweet Girl.” Minho petted her curls. “Wanna feel something cool?”

“Yes!” Minho chuckled. He took her hands and pressed them to his belly, right where the pup was kicking.

“That’s your baby brother.” Minho explained.

“Where baby?” She looked around the nest, making the three of them laugh.

“He’s in Damma Min’s tummy.” Changbin said. “He’s gotta grow big and strong before you can meet him.”

“It’s gonna be a little while before he gets here.” Hyunjin told her. “You’re going to have to be patient, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded as if she understood at all what they were saying.

“Okay. It’s time for bed. Say goodnight, Treasure.”

“Nite nite Appa Bin. Nite nite Da Min.” She clambered over them and gave them both slobbery kisses on their cheeks.

“Goodnight, Princess.” Changbin returned her kiss.

“Have sweet dreams.” Minho added.

“I’m headed to bed soon myself.” Hyunjin kissed both of them goodnight. “See you both in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Jinnie.”

“We should probably get some sleep ourselves.” Changbin said when they were alone once again.

“Stay in here tonight?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Minho’s eyes scanned the screen as Dr. Park performed the ultrasound. She’d made a few comments about how the pup was looking good and things she was happy to see but hadn’t confirmed the reason Minho was at the appointment. He’d gone by himself. He’d wanted to be the one to tell his mates.

“So, it’s a boy right?” He asked, starting to get antsy.

“Just another moment and we’ll know.” She said with a smile. She studied the screen for another minute. “Okay. You’re sure you want to know?”

“I’m absolutely sure.”

“Alright. It looks like you were correct, Minho-ssi. You are having a boy.”

“Really?”

“Really. Jinae is going to have a little brother.”

…

Minho practically skipped into the practice room where everyone was gathered, ultrasound photos held proudly.

“Hey.” Felix smiled at him through the mirror, the first to notice him. “How did your appointment go?”

“I was right.” He said simply.

“It’s a boy?” Hyunjin jumped up. “We’re having a boy?”

“We’re having a boy.” Minho waved the ultrasound around.

“Oh my god!” Jisung ran over, enveloping him in a tight hug. “This is so exciting.” The pup kicked, Jisung feeling it against his own stomach.

“Do you hear that, Treasure?” Jeongin picked Jinae up out of her playpen. “You’re gonna have a little brother.”

“Budder.” She said back. “I sissy.”

“You are. So smart.” He bounced her on his hip.

“Appa. Down.” She kicked her little legs, trying to wiggle out of his arms. Jeongin placed her down on the floor, allowing her to waddle over to Minho and put her little hands on his belly. Since he showed her the pup kicking the first time, she’d become fixated on feeling him move. “Budder.”

“Aren’t you just the smartest girl in the world?” Minho cooed. “Are you excited to meet your brother?”

“Yes.”

“What should we name him?” Chan asked her, crouching down beside her.

“‘Wekki.”

“We should name him Dwaekki?” Chan laughed, eyes turning into those endearing crescents.

“I think that’s a great name.” Changbin said, coming to stand beside Minho.

“Eh, let’s come up with a few more.” Minho said, smirking at Changbin.

“It’s your choice.” Changbin kissed his cheek, hand firmly on his bump.

…

“Okay, are you all ready?” Chan asked. He’d shuffled them all into a van earlier in the day and insisted they put on blindfolds. The ride only took about twenty minutes before they parked and Chan assisted each of them out of the van.

“Yes we’re ready.” Felix said laughing. “We’re dying over here.”

“Okay. You can take the blindfolds off.” They were met by the sight of what looked like an office building. “Tada!” The building was about four stories tall, a little old looking.

“What is it?” Seongmin studied the building, confused.

“This is the new home base for 3Racha Entertainment! Come on! I’ll show you around! It’s a lot nicer inside than it looks.” He led them into the building, where they were met with an empty lobby. “It needs some prettying up, obviously. But there’s so much potential.”

“Where will the studios be?” Hyunjin asked.

“The second and third floors.” Chan walked them over to the elevators. A few of them looked wary at getting on. “Don’t worry. They’re totally safe. I had the whole place inspected. I didn’t want any surprises.”

The second floor was a large, open space, with three offices along one wall. At the back, on the other side of a wall of windows, there was a large meeting room.

“We’re gonna put up a wall here.” Chan explained, gesturing to part of the room. “And that will be the first dance studio. And the meeting room back there will be a second one.”

“And the offices?” Minho asked.

“Well, I figured, since this floor will have the dance studios, those would go to the dance department heads.” Chan looked at Felix, Hyunjin, and Minho.

“Wait, seriously?” The three dancers looked between each other.

“Well, that was part of the plan.” Changbin confessed. “Channie didn’t let Jisung and I in on the building. But we thought it made sense. You guys would head the dance department, Minnie and Innie would take lead on vocals, and Hannie and I would work with the rappers while 3Racha produced.”

“We don’t work without all of us.” Chan said simply. “Do the rest of you want to see your offices?”

The third floor of the building wouldn’t need much work. There were a few smaller meeting rooms that could be turned into recording studios or practice rooms, and five more offices. The fourth floor would be for the more business side of things. Meeting rooms and extra offices.

“The real exciting part is back on the first floor.” Chan said, a cheerful glint in his eye.

“And you didn’t show us that first because?” Jeongin asked, following him back to the elevators.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Chan winked. He led them downstairs and around to a large, empty room.

“Here,” he said, standing in the middle of the room, “is the daycare.”

“So we can keep our pups closer.” Seungmin said softly, a smile on his lips.

“Not just ours.” Chan continued. “We’re going to need staff. And people work better when they know their pups are in a safe place. One of the investors my dad connected me with suggested it.”

“Are we going to meet these investors at some point?” Minho asked. He looked around the large room. On one wall there were big windows, letting in lots of natural light. There was plenty of room for toys and games for the pups to play with.

“They’ll be coming around now and then.” Chan led them back out to the lobby. “Although, truth be told, one of them has requested to remain anonymous for the time being.”

“So we’re just accepting money from a stranger who won’t tell us their name?”

“Well, anonymous to us. He did speak with my dad directly. Something about not wanting his name to get in the way? Either way, his investment is funding the building and renovations entirely.” He looked around the lobby, a sparkle in his eye. “This is our future.”

…

Changbin stared blankly at the screen before him. He’d come to the studio with an idea in his head, but couldn’t lay it out properly. He’d ended up throwing a bunch of random sound bites together over and over again until he was ready to give up. It wasn’t for anything really, just playing around. He had a couple dozen songs saved to his hard drive that would probably never see the light of day. They were just fun for him.

Finally, he had a sound he really liked. And would maybe even have some lyrics that would go well with it. It sounded fun, but not something that had a Stray Kids sound. It did, however, sound like something a certain friend of his would do well with.

Chaeryeong was knocking on his door hardly five minutes later.

“Hi, Binnie.” She smiled at him when he opened the door. “Where’s my girl?”

“Yah! No respect for your elders.” Changbin let her into the studio. “Jinae is at home with Jinnie and Innie.”

“Sorry, Noona.” She laughed at the mock offense on his face. “So. What is this song you have for me?”

“It’s some old lyrics I wrote forever ago. I think I finally have a track for it. Thought you’d be perfect.” He handed over a tablet with the lyrics. “Just listen and read for a bit. See if you like it.”

“I’m sure it’s great.”

They worked for several hours, Chaeryeong jumping into the booth quickly after hearing the music and reading the lyrics. The song was fun and upbeat, a bouncy melody and bubbly top line. Changbin had fun just letting her play with the lyrics and changing things up. He’d done it a couple times with Chaeryeong and her pack, and it was always a great time.

He’d miss it.

“Oh, that was so much fun!” Chaeryeong giggled as she stepped out of the booth. “It’s been a while since you’ve let me mess around with your songs like that.”

“Haven’t had much time to make beats to mess around with. Jinae and our second pup on the way keep us busy.”

“You know, we’ve started floating the idea of pups ourselves.” Chaeryeong confessed. “Not right now. But soon-ish.”

“That’s great!”

“We’re… just a little worried.” She went on. “We know the company has been really hard on your pack because of it.” Changbin considered her words for a moment, Chaeryeong seeing the lightbulb go off.

“When are your contracts up?”

“About a year and a half.”

“And what if I told you that you didn’t need to re-sign if you don’t want to.”

“What?”

“You can’t tell anyone about this yet.” Changbin motioned for her to take a seat on the couch. “We’ve been planning on leaving and starting our own company. We’re going to run out our contracts while on hiatus for Minho’s pup. And when we come back it will be on our terms.”

“And you think we could come with you?”

“Why not?” Changbin moved away from the soundboard, sitting next to her. “We’re trying to build a company where people can pursue their dreams without being afraid of the repercussions of outdated rules and prejudice. I’ve seen the people at this company do it too many times to my own mates.” Chaeryeong didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Listen. Obviously you don’t need to decide right now. It’s a lot to think about, and I want you guys to consider every option. And, if you end up wanting to join us, we’d be happy to have you.”

“We’ll think about it.”

“No rush.”

“You’re really leaving?”

“It’s our time.” Changbin hugged her. “You’re always welcome though. Even if you don’t follow.”

“You guys are going to be amazing.”

“I hope so.”

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The day had come. Chan had been called into a meeting with JYP and the execs to discuss the group’s plans for their hiatus. It was time for him to break the news that they would not be returning.

There were no members of the legal team present this time. Just their managers, two executives, and the man himself. Chan felt a little bad, as this would be the first Jiho and Seojoon would be hearing of their plans. They’d given so much to their pack, and they’d have to leave them behind.

“Thank you for joining us, Chan.” JYP sounded suspiciously friendly. “How is the little one?”

“Jinae is well.” Chan took his seat.

“And Minho? Fairing alright?”

“He’s feeling good. Pregnancy has been kind to him, thankfully.”

“Glad to hear it.” JYP had a big smile on his face, and Chan almost believed it was genuine. “Now, down to business I suppose. Myung?” The alpha woman, one of the two executives, turned to Chan.

“You had planned on beginning your hiatus once Minho reached his third trimester, correct?”

“That’s correct.”

“And you planned on returning once the pup is about a year old?”

“That was the original plan, yes.” Chan sat straighter in his chair, feeling the confused gazes of the two executives. “After much discussion, my mates and I have come to a decision about the direction we’d like our careers to go.”

“And what would that be?” The other executive, Chinsun, asked. “I understand your contracts run out in that time frame. Are there changes you’d like to make? We’re open to negotiating.”

“We have decided that we will not be renewing our contracts with the company.” Chan met each gaze on him, waiting for their reactions. “We appreciate the opportunities this company has given us, and will always be grateful for our time here. But, it’s time for us to move on.”

“Have you received another offer?” Chinsun asked. “We were unaware of another company reaching out.”

“Actually, we have decided that we will be moving on to form our own label.”

“That’s absurd.” Myung scoffed. “Do you understand what it takes to do that?”

“I do. And as a matter of fact, we’ve already begun the process.”

“So you’re willing to risk everything this company has given you?” Myung crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s not much of a risk at all, in fact.” Chan looked over at Jiho and Seojoon. “As I said, we are incredibly grateful for everything this company has done for us. Unfortunately, with the recent treatment of my pack from the higher ups in this company, I no longer feel it is safe for us to continue here.”

“And there is nothing we can do to change your mind?” JYP asked.

“Unfortunately not. As our family continues to grow, I need to be sure my mates and our children are in a safe environment. This company can no longer provide that.”

“Well, I suppose there’s nothing more to discuss.” Chinsun closed the binder in front of her. “We will be on our way.” She and Myung took their leave.

“Gentlemen,” JYP looked to Jiho and Seojoon, “if you could give Chan and I a moment.”

“Come by later, yeah?” Chan asked them.

“Of course.” Jiho smiled warmly, clapping him in the shoulder as the two of them stepped out.

“I’m proud of you.” JYP said, surprising Chan. “I know, that’s hard to believe based on our relationship the last few years. But, I knew you were destined for great things.”

“I kind of expected a tougher fight, if I’m honest.”

“I had a feeling you would go off on your own one day. That you would outgrow this place.” He slid over a folder. “I’ve had that prepared since your last contract renewal.” Chan picked up the folder.

“What is this?” Chan read through the first paragraph of the first page. “Wait. Is this legitimate?”

“Of course it is. Go home to your pack. Talk with them. You can turn it down if it’s not something you want.”

…

“He what?” Minho snatched the contract from Chan. “There has to be some catch.”

“I read through it six times, and I’ll have my dad’s lawyers read through it once or twice too before we sign anything, but it seems legitimate.”

“He’s really going to give us the name?” Felix read the contract over Minho’s shoulder.

“The name, the IPs, all of it.” Minho flipped through the pages. “He’s got to be planning something.”

“I’m telling you, it’s all totally above board.” Chan seemed like he hardly believed it himself. “We don’t have to take the offer if we don’t want to. We don’t have to sign. But the option is there if we want to take it.”

“Well, how do we decide?” Hyunjin asked.

“Let’s have the lawyers look it over before we start overthinking it.” Minho insisted, handing the contract back to Chan. “For all we know he’s hidden some clause in there giving him control of something.”

“I’ll send it over.”

“I say we don’t take it.” Jisung said firmly. “Even if it is clear of any bullshit.”

“Sungie.” Felix said, confused.

“I mean it.” Jisung insisted. “We’re leaving this place, why would we take anything with us?”

“Because the name means something.” Hyunjin shot back. “If we have the chance to keep it, why shouldn’t we?”

“Because it keeps us tied to this place! No matter how much we grow or how successful we end up, it’s always going to be a reminder of this company!”

“It’s also a reminder of everything we built.” Chan said.

“I just want to be free of them.” Jisung deflated, dropping down on the couch as if the wind was knocked out of him.

“We will be. I promise you, Baby.” Chan sat beside him, holding his face in his hands. “I won’t let any of them hurt you or anyone else in this pack ever again. That’s the whole reason we’re doing this. If there is any reason for us to doubt his motives, we don’t sign.”

“The whole thing feels fishy.” Seungmin admitted. “I think it’s best if we turn it down.”

“Let’s just let the lawyers look at it first.” Changbin said. “At least know for sure if he’s trying to screw us.”

“It would be nice to be able to keep it.” Jeongin said. “At least if we take it, they can’t try and reuse it.”

“I’ll let you all know once I hear back from the lawyers.” Chan said. “We’ll decide from there.”

…

“Hi.” Jeongin slid up behind Jisung as he finished the dishes. “You busy?”

“Just finishing these up. Why?”

“Come to my room when you’re done.” Jeongin kissed the back of his neck.

“Oh? Planning something?” Jisung shook the water from his hands.

“You’ll see.” Jeongin squeezed his butt, earning a yelp from Jisung, and slipped out of the kitchen. Jisung felt a strange swirling in his gut as he dried the last plate.

Instead of heading straight to Jeongin’s room, he went to find Minho in his room.

“Hi, Jagi.” Minho smiled at him. He was sitting in the middle of his nest, a pile of clothes most certainly pilfered from their laundry before him.

“Stealing?” Jisung climbed into the nest beside him.

“Baby boy’s been making me want all your scents in my nest.” He took a t-shirt from the pile, Seungmin’s if Jisung was right, and added it to the wall of his nest. “What can I do for you, Jagi?”

“I-um-Innie… well…” Jisung couldn’t seem to get the words out. He picked at his cuticles.

“What happened with Innie?” Minho dropped the clothes, taking Jisung’s hands in his own so he would stop picking. “Sungie, what’s wrong?”

“Were you scared of taking a knot again after you miscarried?” The words, once they were out of his mouth, felt heavy in the room. “Because… because I haven’t…”

“You haven’t been with any of our alphas since, have you?”

“During our remating, I didn’t let any of them knot me. We did other stuff, but I was scared.” Jisung felt his whole body start shaking. “And Innie asked me to meet him in his room and I know that’s what he wants and I don’t know how to tell him that I’m still scared.” Minho looked at him sadly.

“Do you want to?” Jisung nodded. “I can’t say I felt that way. What is it you’re scared of?”

“What if… what if I get pregnant and I lose it again? I can’t go through that again so soon.”

“I wish there was a way I could make that fear go away. But you should talk to Innie.” Minho used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. “I know how you get when your anxiety gets bad. You can’t see the obvious. Our alphas won’t be upset if you just talk to them. If you’re not ready, they will understand.”

“Will they?”

“I promise.” Minho held him as close as he could with his belly in the way. “My Sungie, everything is going to be okay. Our alphas love you so much.”

“I know.”

“You should go see him now. He’s probably wondering where you are.”

“Thank you for helping me out of my own head.”

“Always, Baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Jisung pulled away, wiping his tears. “I’ll go see Innie now.”

“Okay.” Minho kissed his forehead. “It’s all going to be alright.”

Jeongin was waiting for him when he arrived, laid out in his bed in nothing but a pair of loose sweats. He left the big light off in favor of the LED strip hung on the perimeter of the ceiling set to shift between colors.

“Thought you were gonna ditch me.” He said.

“I could never.” Jisung shook the nerves from his body as he closed the door behind him. “What is it you have planned?”

“It’s been a little while since I’ve gotten you alone.” Jeongin reached out for him. “You up for fooling around a little?”

“Yeah.” Jisung allowed Jeongin to pull him in. “But-but before we…” Jisung cursed himself for the waiver in his voice. “Fuck. Why is this so hard?”

“Hey. Hey.” Jeongin scrambled up, hands leaving Jisung’s body entirely. “What’s going on? Do you not want to do this tonight? We don’t have to.”

“It’s not. I do. I just… shit. Minho just helped me through this.” He tugged at his hair. “I do want to do this with you. I do. But… I’m scared. And it’s even scarier because it’s you.” Jeongin flinched back, looking like a kicked puppy. “No. That’s not what I meant. I mean, it’s scarier that it's you because I don’t want to hurt you again. You sired the pup that I lost, and I’m scared it’ll happen again.”

“I’m sorry if I made you feel pressured or anything. I just thought, you know, you were feeling more normal.”

“I thought I was too. And you didn’t. I promise. I want to be able to be intimate with you and Chan and Changbin. And I want to try tonight.” Jisung reached out and caressed Jeongin’s face. “Can we try?”

“Are you sure you want to try with me first?”

“I’m sure.” Jisung, in a burst of bravery, crawled into Jeongin’s lap, straddling him. “Can you do that for me, Alpha?”

“Whatever you want.” Jisung closed the distance between them, kissing him slowly, sweetly.

“Let’s just… go slow.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Of course.” Jisung giggled. “You tell me what you want.”

“I don’t think I want you to knot me. If that’s okay.”

“That’s fine.” Jeongin moved them so Jisung was laid out beneath him. “There’s other ways I can make you feel good.”

“Confident.”

“Why do you act so surprised?”

“I just remember when you were a bumbling baby alpha who didn’t know where to put his knot.” Jeongin whacked his chest, Jisung laughing. “I remember your first rut. You were unstoppable. Exhausted all of us.”

“I’ve gotten a lot better since then.” Jeongin kissed him again, tugging at Jisung’s clothes.

“Show me.” Jeongin fumbled with his hands as he tried to get Jisung’s clothes off, the omega having to assist him. Jeongin’s mouth left a trail of burning kisses along his jaw, down his throat, and along his chest.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please.” He lifted his hips so Jeongin could remove his pants. Jisung’s strawberries, syrupy and hot with arousal, perfumed the air. His cock, hard and leaking, stood at attention, waiting for Jeongin. He kissed the tip, pulling away with a kitten lick to the slit. Jisung gasped, hips bucking up to chase the sensation. “M-more. Please.” Ignoring his cock for the time being, Jeongin moved lower, teasing Jisung’s entrance with his tongue and savoring the taste of his sweet slick.

He teased Jisung for a long while, tongue barely breaching his tight entrance and driving Jisung crazy. His fingers tangled in Jeongin’s hair, trying to coax more out of him.

“I thought you wanted me to go slow.” Jeongin pulled away and kissed his inner thigh.

“You’re torturing me.” He tried to tug Jeongin’s head back to his entrance. “Give me more.” Jeongin grinned at him before diving back in, tongue working with a new ferver. “Fuck! Yes. Just like tha-ahh!” His back arched off the mattress, thighs squeezing around Jeongin’s head as he drank up every last drop of slick.

Jeongin’s talented tongue was joined by a finger, digit curling to graze his prostate. Jisung moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Fire burned through his veins, Jeongin bringing him closer and closer to release. He felt dizzy with lust, high on the feeling of it.

Jisung’s whole body shook, Jeongin adding two more fingers. He was so close he could barely think, see, or hear. All he could feel was Jeongin now attacking his prostate, sending hurtling towards a mind numbing orgasm.

Gradually, Jisung’s vision came back to him. Jeongin was lying beside him, patiently waiting for him to come to. The lower half of his face, as well as his chest, were soaked with slick. Jisung flushed.

“You really liked that, huh?” Jeongin licked his lips. “I’m flattered.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.” Jisung shoved him, then immediately pulled him in. “Let me return the favor.” He reached between them, hand diving below the waistband of Jeongin’s pants and circling around his cock. “Oh, guess I’m not the only one who really liked that.” He squeezed the inflated knot at the base of Jeongin’s cock. Jeongin bucked into his hand. “I don’t imagine this will take long.” He squeezed the knot once more before setting an agonizingly slow pace, Jeongin’s hips immediately moving to fuck his fist.

It didn’t take long at all for Jeongin to spill over his fist, knot held firmly in Jisung’s hand. He squeezed him once more and pulled his hand away to lick it clean.

“Was that okay?” Jeongin asked.

“It was perfect.” Jisung kissed him.

“Hey.” Jeongin looked him in the eye. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.” Jisung knocked their foreheads together. “Thank you.”

Chapter Text

Felix was woken up suddenly by a sound, like someone jiggling the handle, at his bedroom door. He looked over at Chan, who had joined him for the night, dead asleep for once, and sighed. The sound came again, so he dragged himself out of bed to see who it was.

“Damma.” Jinae stood at his door, her Bokkari plush held against her chest. She was crying.

“Hi, Treasure. How’d you get out of your crib?” Felix lifted her up, balancing her on his hip. Her eyes were big and filled with tears. “Did you have another bad dream?” She nodded, little fist rubbing at her eyes. “Come on. Let’s go lay down with Papa.” He closed the door behind him. He shook Chan, startling him awake.

“What’s going on?” He looked around confused.

“Someone had another bad dream and jail broke her crib.” He sat Jinae down on the bed between them.

“Aw, Baby Girl. Are you okay?” Chan opened his arms so she could crawl into them.

“Mon-ser.”

“No monster is gonna get you. It’s okay now, Papa’s got you.”

“We can let her stay here for the night.” Felix decided as he got back into bed. It was rare they ever let her stay in one of their beds or the nest. But if she broke out of her crib to find them, Felix supposed they could allow it. “You know what this means though.”

“No, it’s too soon.” Chan held her tightly against her chest.

“She’s gonna need to get a big girl bed.” Felix laid down beside them, hand reaching out to run his fingers through Jinae’s curls. Chan was already drifting off again. “We’ll talk with everyone in the morning.”

“Seepy.” Jinae mumbled, head pillowed comfortably on Chan’s chest.

“Okay, we’ll go to sleep now, Treasure.” Felix kissed her head. “Papa and I will keep you safe from the bad dreams.”

…

“We have to get her a toddler bed.” Minho said as soon as Felix told them what happened over breakfast.

“She’s too young.” Changbin argued. “What if she falls out of bed and hurts herself?”

“She could hurt herself worse if she tries climbing out of her crib again.” Hyunjin replied. “At least we can set up a bed close to the ground instead of her vaulting the crib wall.”

“How did she even get out last night?” Seungmin asked.

“She just… hauled herself up.” Felix tried to explain. “The monitor caught it, hold on.” He pulled up the app for the baby monitor and showed them the video. Sure enough, Jinae had thrown Bokkari over the side, hauled her little body over the side of the crib, and dropped onto her bottom on the floor.

“See?” Minho pointed at the screen. “She could have hit her head dropping down like that. It’s time for a toddler bed.”

“I didn’t expect our almost two year old to be a freaking baby ninja warrior.” Changbin rewound the video to watch again.

“I’m honestly more concerned that she had a dream bad enough to have to seek Channie and I out.” Felix confessed. “This is the fourth one in a row.”

“I mean, she seems okay during the day.” Seungmin nodded over to where Jeongin was feeding her breakfast. Jinae was happy as could be stuffing her face with scrambled eggs and banana. “What could be scaring her so badly?”

“I don’t know.”

…

Felix ended up taking Jinae with him, Hyunjin, and Minho to the dance studio so they could work on some choreo. They had her in her playpen, Jinae clapping and babbling along to the music. She was in much better spirits compared to the night prior.

Someone knocked on the rehearsal room door, pulling them from their concentration.

“Hello, Gentlemen.” JYP stepped into the room. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“We were just about to take a break anyway.” Minho lied, forcing a smile. “What can we do for you, PD-nim?”

“I haven’t seen you all since Chan’s big announcement, I came to offer my sincerest congratulations.”

“Thank you, PD-nim.” Hyunjin said, picking Jinae up out of the playpen. “We’re very excited.”

“And if it isn’t the littlest member of the pack.” JYP smiled at her. “It’s good to see you, Jinae.” Jinae, at his approach, hid her face in Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“Jinae, say hello.” Felix urged gently. She shook her head. “That’s not very nice.”

“No.” She shook her head again. The poor thing sounded frightened.

“No bother.” JYP laughed. “Pups are stubborn sometimes.”

“She probably just needs a nap.” Felix said.

“Well, I hope you’ve all had time to look over my offer.” His smile almost seemed genuine.

“We’re still considering it.” Minho said curtly.

“Of course. Of course. A lot to consider, I know.” He stepped closer to Minho. “I hear it’s a boy. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Minho placed protective hands on his bump, as if JYP would do something to his pup.

“Well, don’t let me keep you any longer. Have a good day.” With that, he left the room, leaving the three omegas confused.

“That was weird.” Hyunjin said as soon as the door was closed.

“So weird.” Felix agreed. “It’s okay, Jinae. He’s gone now.”

“Scawy.” She said, still hiding her face.

“PD-nim is scary?” She nodded. “Baby, he’s not that scary.”

“I don’t know about that.” Minho said with a laugh.

“Jiji, is PD-nim the monster in your bad dreams?” Hyunjin asked, mostly joking.

“Mon-ser.” She confirmed, nodding. The three of them looked between each other, Minho trying very hard not to laugh.

“Sweetheart, he’s not a monster.” Felix tried to school his own reaction. “He’s not gonna hurt anyone.”

“Scawy.” She insisted.

“I am not well equipped to handle this.” Minho said quietly. “I might only make it worse.”

It took many assurances and a lot of coaxing to convince Jinae the “monster” was gone and for her to allow Hyunjin to put her back down in the playpen. The rest of the pack was filing into the room as Felix finally got her settled with a snack and her sippy cup.

“We have a problem.” He said to the rest of the pack. “Jinae’s monster is PD-nim.”

“Oh.” Changbin and Seungmin looked at one another, guilt clear on their faces.

“What on earth did you tell our daughter?” Felix crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well, she wanted a bedtime story.” Seungmin began.

“And we made up a story.” Changbin continued.

“And may or may not have made PD-nim the big scary villain we defeated.” Seungmin finished.

“So you’re telling me,” Felix said, “that our daughter has been having nightmares for nearly a week, and broke out of her crib in the middle of the night for comfort, because of you two?”

“We didn’t think it would scar her.” Changbin defended. “I didn’t even realize she knew who he was.”

“She’s met him.” He reminded them. “Multiple times. He was at her birthday party.”

“Still don’t know how he got an invitation to that.” Minho said under his breath.

“Okay, regardless, you have to figure out how to fix this.”

“We will. Promise.” Seungmin at least had the decency to look sorry.

“And quick. The bed won’t get here until Saturday and I don’t want her trying to climb out of her crib again.”

…

“Okay, Treasure.” Changbin lifted Jinae into her crib. “It’s sleepy time. Appa Minnie and I are gonna check your room for monsters. Okay?” Jinae nodded, her sweet little face serious as she clutched her chosen companion for the night, a stuffed cat Minho insisted looked just like Dori.

“There’s nothing in the closet.” Seungmin said loudly as he opened the door. “What about behind the curtains, Appa Bin?”

“Nothing here.” Changbin whipped the curtains back dramatically. Jinae laughed, clearly enjoying the show they were putting on. “No monsters to be found.”

“Is there anywhere else you want us to check for monsters?” Seungmin asked Jinae. She shook her head, her curls bouncing. “Okay. Good night, Jiji. We love you.” He kissed her forehead.

“Appa Binnie will come and beat up any monsters you see. You just yell for me.” Changbin kissed her cheek, and tucked her under the blanket. “Good night, Princess.”

“Nigh nigh.”

“I think that went well.” Seungmin said as he shut the door behind them.

“We’re good at monster hunting.”

…

The entire pack was woken up in the middle of the night to Jinae’s cries. Chan was the first to the nursery to find Jinae sitting on the floor, wailing.

“Papa!” She held her arms out to him, and Chan immediately swept her into his own.

“Papa’s here, Baby. Papa’s right here.” He held her tight against him, bouncing her gently. “It’s okay.”

“What happened?” Felix and Hyunjin ran into the room next, quickly followed by the rest of the pack.

“I don’t know. Check the camera, I’m worried she hurt herself.” Felix already had his phone out, reviewing the monitor recording.

“It doesn’t look like it.”

“Are you sure she didn’t hit her head?”

“I’m sure.” Felix showed them the video. She’d done just as she had the night before, only this time the landing seemed to scare her more, leading to how she’d been found. “She just spooked herself.”

“Is that all, Baby Girl?” Chan cooed. “Did you have another bad dream?” She shook her head no. “No bad dreams? Well that’s good.”

“Wan Papa.” She said, her little arms wrapped around his neck to hug him.

“You got out of your crib because you wanted to see Papa?” Minho asked her gently. She nodded. “Well, why don’t you come sleep in the nest with us tonight. Does that sound nice?” She nodded again. “Okay. Let’s go, Sweet Girl.” He offered up his arms to carry her down to the nest, but she clung tighter to Chan instead. “Papa will meet us down there. We’ll go make sure the nest is nice and comfy.”

“You head down.” Chan insisted. “I’ll be right behind you.” He didn’t seem inclined to let her go. The rest of the pack still lingered by the door. “You guys go. I’ll bring her down in a minute.”

“Are you okay now, Baby?” He asked Jinae once they were alone. Her tears had ceased, but her eyes were still glassy. “You have to be careful. You could have gotten hurt getting out of your crib that way.” She didn’t dignify him with an answer, her head dropping sleepily onto his shoulder. “I know. Cuddles make everything better, don’t they?” He swayed back and forth gently, humming a little tune softly. “I love you so much. I’ll always be right there when you need me.”

Chapter Text

It was time. It was their final performance under the company. They were all gathered in the green room when Chan got a call.

“It’s the lawyers.” He informed the pack. “They must have finished reviewing the contract. I’ll be right back.” He left the room to take the call.

“How much crap do you think he hid in that contract?” Minho asked.

“Language.” Felix scolded in reflex.

“Jinae isn’t even here.” They’d sent Jinae to spend the weekend with Hyunjin’s parents as they had a weekend full of appearances. They’d assured they would be watching each of them with her on the tv.

“Can’t Baby Boy hear us now?” Jisung asked. Minho smacked the back of his head. “Hey! I’m just saying.” Minho was only a week off from entering his third trimester, his bump prominent. He wore it proudly, showing off to anyone who was willing. The makeup artists and stylists were constantly cooing over him and feeling the pup kick.

“He can absolutely hear us now.” Seungmin confirmed. “And with Minho carrying him I’m sure he’s already heard a lot worse.” Minho then smacked the back of his head. “Ow! This is why I don’t sit near you.” Seungmin moved to the couch across from Minho, rubbing the back of his head.

Chan suddenly reentered the room, angrily hanging up the phone.

“The contract is bullshit.” He threw his phone down on the couch. “There’s a whole bunch of crap I missed that would basically have us signing with them again.” He pressed his back against the door, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and completely smudging his makeup. “I can’t believe I trusted him for even a second.”

“It was an ideal offer.” Changbin pointed out, moving to comfort him. “Of course you’d want to believe it was genuine. Hell, I did too.” He pulled Chan into a hug. “Screw it. We don’t need the name. We’ll find a new one. And we’ll be even better than we were before.”

“I hoped we could have at least kept things civil.”

“Park has never been the type.” Minho said. “I’m sorry, Channie. I really hoped I was wrong.” Someone knocked on the door.

“Stray Kids, you’re on in five.”

“Come on.” Changbin urged. “The makeup noonas are gonna have to clean you up before we go on.”

…

The performance went off without a hitch. STAY was full of energy and absolutely melted any time Minho showed off his growing bump.

“He’s dancing along.” He said into the mic at one point, joy evident in his voice. The crowd absolutely loved that. “He loves music. He’s been kicking the whole time.”

“Maybe one day we’ll be out there watching him up here, huh?” Chan said. “Along with Jinae.”

“Oh, she loves to dance.” Felix loved bragging about her if he could. “And sing. She loves singing with Innie especially.”

They had spent a surprisingly long time on stage talking about Jinae and Baby Boy, as they had taken to calling the pup since Minho was keeping his name a secret until he arrived. The crowd loved it. It warmed Chan’s heart to know how accepting and excited STAY was for their family.

He truly, deeply hoped they would follow them.

When the show was over, Chan lingered on stage for a minute longer.

“If I could just say something really quick.” He said into the mic. “It’s been an absolute honor to perform for you tonight, and every other night. As you all know, tonight is our last performance before we begin our hiatus to prepare for the arrival of Baby Boy.” There were a few noises of disappointment from the crowd. “I know. I know. I promise we’ll be back. But, there are going to be some changes.” He paused, settling his rapidly beating heart. “We have decided, as a pack, to not continue our current relationship with JYPE.” There were shocked gasps, as well as a few cheers of excitement. “Our group will be returning, but with a new company, and a new name.” He fought not to cry as he saw tears twinkle in his mates eyes. “Please keep your eyes open as we will be making more announcements soon. For now, for the last time, thank you STAY. You make Stray Kids stay.” The roar of the crowd was deafening as they took their final bows and stepped off the stage for the last time as Stray Kids.

“Remember.” Changbin wiped his eyes once they reached the green room. “It’s not the end. It’s just a new beginning.”

“It feels strange.” Minho was clearly fighting hard not to break down. “We’re really not going to be Stray Kids anymore.”

“We’ll always be Stray Kids.” Chan insisted. “We’ll always be that safe haven for STAYS.”

“I think I have an idea of what our new name can be.” Felix said.

…

There were a lot of tears shed that night, and everyone silently agreed they’d be spending the night in the nest together.

They video called Hyunjin’s parents, the two of them gushing over how proud they were of the pack. They wished their baby girl goodnight with promises they’d pick her up first thing in the morning. Though, she seemed perfectly content in her little bedroom in Hyunjin’s parents’ house.

They cuddled close together in the nest. Their scents an intense, yet comforting, combination of joy, fear, and anticipation.

…

Chan squared his shoulders and straightened his spine, taking a deep breath before pushing the door to JYP’s office open.

“Thank you for meeting with me.” He greeted Chan from behind his desk. He sounded disappointed. A disappointment that would have had thirteen, fourteen, even twenty year old Chan shaking. The child who was desperate for his mentor's approval, doing whatever he could to make him happy yet somehow failing time after time.

That Chan wasn’t here though.

The Chan that stood in JYP’s office was one who was angry. Who was upset and shocked at the disrespect shown to not only himself, but his family. Who no longer saw a mentor and father figure in the man before him. Only a greedy, selfish businessman looking to keep his pot of gold.

“I assume you saw my announcement last night.”

“I did.” He nodded. “I would have preferred a more private refusal of my offer.”

“And I would have preferred not to be lied to. Seems we’re both disappointed.”

“I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t follow.” Chan dropped the folder containing the contact on his desk.

“I had my own legal team look through it.” He explained. “About a dozen hidden clauses that would give JYPE rights to any material we release and essentially partial ownership of the company we are building. You nearly had me, I’ll give you that.”

“There must be some mistake here.” JYP seemed genuinely confused as he flipped through the contract.

“Just save it, Sir.”

“Chan, I know you have no reason to believe me, but I wrote this contract out myself years ago in preparation for negotiations for the group's renewal. It was never meant as a means for us to keep your group tied to us. You built the name, I wanted you to keep it.”

“Really? Because what I’m seeing here is a last ditch effort to keep my pack in your pocket. And I’m not falling for it.”

“You used to be far more trusting.”

“Yeah. Well, when my mates have been bullied and scrutinized by this company time and time again, and my children’s existence is seen as an inconvenience, my temperament tends to change.”

“I understand people within this company have made things difficult for your pack. For that I sincerely apologize.” JYP stood from the desk, coming around to stand directly in front of Chan. “Becoming a father has changed you.”

“I just want what’s best for my family.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” He put a hand on Chan’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you. Whether or not you believe it, I am. I’ve always known you’d be destined for great things.” JYP, for once, wasn’t wearing a scent blocker. His scent, a mix of peppercorn and potpourri, revealed his genuine emotions. He meant everything he was saying. “I do wish we could have ended on better terms.”

“I do too.”

“Know that I do, truly, wish you and your pack the best. For the company, and your children.”

“Thank you.”

…

“It was weird.” Chan told Minho once he was done explaining the encounter with the man. “But I think he really meant it.”

“Maybe he did.” Minho shrugged. “But does that really make a difference anymore?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “When I came here from Australia, all I ever wanted was for him to be proud of me. And I guess little Chan is still in there somewhere, begging for his approval no matter how much I know I don’t need it.”

“You don’t.” Minho said simply. “None of us do. Not anymore.”

“I know. We’re onto bigger and better things.” He sighed, resting back into Minho’s nest as he watched him work. “I don’t think I’ve seen you nest this much since Jisung and Felix presented.” Their sunshine twins, having to do absolutely everything together, presented at the same time, creating what was one of the most stressful, yet most satisfying, week the pack had ever experienced.

“It's comforting.” Minho explained. “My wolf wants to create the most comfortable environment possible for Baby Boy.” Chan could see he had more he wanted to say.

“Do you think about them a lot?” Chan asked. Minho didn’t need him to elaborate. He knew Chan meant the pup he’d lost.

“Recently? All the time.” He continued his careful placement of blankets. “I think about if they would have been a good older sibling to Jinae. Who they would have looked more like. Their personality. I think about all of that. It's become more common since it happened to Jisung.”

“I wish it hadn’t happened to either of you. But I’m glad you at least have each other.”

“It’s not fair that it happened to him.”

“It’s not fair that it happened to either of you.” Minho stopped his nesting. He put down the blanket in his hands and moved to lay beside Chan.

“I’m still scared that something could happen to him.”

“It’s been going so well though. You haven’t even got morning sickness.” It was true, Minho had been blessed with an easy pregnancy after their initial scare. He had very minimal symptoms, save for his strange craving for tteokbokki with chocolate and his swollen ankles.

“I know. And I hope everything works out fine and we have our baby boy safe and sound. It’s just hard to shake.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Just keep being here with your positive attitude.”

“We’re not going anywhere.” Chan wrapped Minho up in his arms. “We’ve got a whole new bright future ahead of us.”

“Yes, we do.”

Chapter Text

Minho, as his pregnancy progressed, became more and more clingy with his mates. Not that he wasn’t before, especially with the other omegas, but it was at the point where he couldn’t be left alone without his wolf going crazy. And he was horny. Incredibly so.  

“Seungminnie.” He nuzzled up against the beta on the couch. “I need some more things for my nest.” 

“I just scented stuff for you.” Minho had been going around almost daily collecting items for his nest. 

“It already smells stale.” That seemed to be another effect of his third trimester symptoms. “Come onnnn, please. Our son wants it.” 

“Okay. You have to give me back the other stuff though. I’m running out of clothes.”

“You don’t need them.” 

“I mean I’d rather not walk around with no clothes around our daughter.” 

“Fine. I guess I’ll give you some of your pants back.” He pouted as he pulled himself up from the couch. 

“I’ll go get some stuff for you.” Seungmin nudged him playfully as he got up. “I’ll meet you in your room.” 

“Thank you.” Minho smacked a wet kiss against his cheek and waddled off to his room. Seungmin’s eyes followed him curiously, before going to his own room to collect more things for him. 

Arms laden with freshly scented clothes, Seungmin made his way to Minho’s room. He didn’t bother knocking, Minho knew he was coming. 

He didn’t expect to find Minho, laid out on his side, fingering himself open. He dropped the clothes on the ground and closed the door behind him. His cock was already hardening at the sight of his mate. 

“You know, if you wanted someone to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.” Seungmin pulled his shirt off.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Minho pulled his fingers out, beckoning Seungmin to him. 

“So you resort to trickery?” Seungmin discarded his pants and underwear, laying down behind Minho. “Is this going to be comfortable for you?” 

“Just get on with it.” 

“Don’t be so whiny.” Seungmin smacked his thigh. “You got me in here. Now you’ll take what I give you.” 

“What you’re giving me better be your cock. Or else… oh!” Seungmin pressed his cock against Minho’s entrance, already dripping with slick. 

“Fuck. You could have asked sooner. You’re really so desperate.” He pushed the head of his cock past Minho’s rim. “You've been walking around all day soaked like this?” 

“You’re doing a lot of talking.” Minho pushed his hips back, forcing Seungmin’s cock deeper. “Could have gotten someone else.” 

“Yeah, you could have.” Seungmin rolled his hips, fucking into him slow. “But you wanted me, didn’t you?” He set a slow, steady pace, Minho’s hole sucking him in. “Wanted me to be a little mean.” 

“Everyone… uh! E-everyone else is too nice.” Minho moaned, head falling back. “Too gentle.”

“Can’t blame them.” Seungmin’s hand trailed along Minho’s side, moving until he caressed his beautifully rounded belly. “Gotta keep you and the pup safe.” Seungmin snapped his hips a little harder, Minho gasping. “But you can take it, can’t you?” 

“Give it to me.” Minho reached behind him, pulling Seungmin’s hair. “Come on, Seungmin-ah. Fuck me like you mean it.” 

“Can you beg for me? You sound pretty when you beg.” 

“In your dreams.” Seungmin’s thrusts abruptly stopped. “No. No. Please. Don’t stop.” 

“You want me to keep going? You know what to do.” 

“Please, Seungminnie. Please fuck me.” Minho tried to grind his hips back in an attempt to get any sort of stimulation. 

“That’s more like it.” Seungmin resumed, hips snapping against Minho’s ass. “Shit. I like you like this. So desperate you’ll do whatever I want, huh?” 

“Don’t … ah! Don’t get used to it.” Mingi tugged on his hair harder. “Fuck. Like that. Don’t stop.” 

“You’re so loud.” Seungmin covered his mouth with his hand, not slowing down from the pace he’d set. “You want the whole house to hear you acting like such a slut?” Minho’s replied moan was muffled by Seungmin’s hand. “You do, don’t you? You want our mates to hear how desperate you are to be fucked.” Seungmin’s hand moved from Minho’s mouth to wrap around his throat. “How many times have you gotten fucked today?” 

“T-two.” 

“Two? No wonder you’re so loose.” He squeezed Minho’s throat.

“Mi-Minnie. Please. I’m gonna cum.” 

“Not until you tell me who fucked you.” Seungmin changed his angle, avoiding hitting Minho’s prostate. “Come on now. Don’t keep me guessing. Whose cum am I fucking back into you?” 

“Changbin.” Minho moaned. “A-and Felix.” 

“You let Felix fuck you? Did he make you feel good?” Felix rarely, if ever, topped. He prefered bottoming and allowing the others to take control. “Did you tell him what to do? How to make you cum?” 

“Rode him.” Minho gasped. “Felt good.” 

“But still wasn’t enough, huh?” Seungmin picked up the pace now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted. He squeezed Minho’s throat once more, hand trailing down his body. “Needed just a little more.” Seungmin nipped at Minho’s shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“So close.”

“Go on. You can cum now.” Seungmin reached down, taking Minho’s cock, nearly hidden by his round belly. 

Minho came with a low moan, Seungmin finding his release shortly after. 

“You really have been that horny, huh?” Seungmin said after a long moment. 

“Shut up.” Minho half heartedly shoved him with his elbow. 

“Oh, I’m not complaining.” Seungmin kissed his shoulder. “That wasn’t too rough, was it?” 

“No. No, it was exactly what I needed.” Minho relaxed against his chest, Seungmin’s cock still inside. 

“Felix? Really?” Seungmin asked, making Minho laugh. 

“I was surprised too. But he offered, and who am I to say no when someone so pretty wants to make me feel good.” 

“Did he?” 

“Ohhh yeah.” Minho drew it out. “You should take him for a spin sometime.” 

“I don’t know. I like how he looks getting fucked.” Seungmin started rubbing gentle circles on Minho’s belly. “We should get you cleaned up.” 

“Ugh. I suppose.” He whined when Seungmin pulled out. 

“Come on, you big baby.” Seungmin helped him stand. 

“I’m big because of the baby.” Minho waddled behind him to the bathroom, Seungmin getting the shower ready. He left for a moment, returning quickly with fresh clothes and towels. 

Seungmin, with a gentleness that surprised Minho, washed the omega’s body. His hands were careful, soft, as he cleaned the sweat and cum off of his skin. 

“I love you.” Minho said suddenly. The two didn’t say it to one another very often, preferring to show it through their little game of teasing that never seemed to end. They both knew how much the other loved them. 

“I love you too.” Seungmin looked at him curiously. “You okay?” 

“Didn’t realize something had to be wrong to tell you I love you.” Seungmin looked at him, unconvinced. “Baby Boy has me feeling a bit sappy recently.” 

“No more mysterious yandere Minho?”

“You just wait until I’m back to normal.” 

“You were never normal.” Seungmin leaned in. “But that’s what we like about you.” He closed the distance, kissing Minho softly. 

“Don’t you go getting all soft with me now.” 

“Never.” 

They finished their shower, not speaking much more beyond that. Rather enjoying the comfortable silence that had settled over them. 

Seungmin assisted him out of the shower, gently ribbing at him for not being able to dry himself off. He got down on his knees and wiped Minho’s lower half down with a towel. He also helped him step into a pair of soft sweats.

There was a commotion coming from the living room that popped their little bubble. 

“Wait here.” Seungmin instructed Minho. 

“Not a chance.” He followed Seungmin down the hall into the living room. What they saw made them both freeze in their spot. 

“Woojin?”

…

When Chan opened the door to their home, the last person he ever expected to see on the other side was Kim Woojin. 

“Hey, Channie.” He sounded nervous. He should have been. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Chan had half a mind to slam the door in his face. 

“I know I’m probably not someone you want to see right now.” An understatement. “I was hoping we could talk.” 

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Channie? Who is it?” Felix came to the door, Jinae on his hip. He froze as soon as he saw Woojin. 

“Hey, Lixie.” Woojin gave him a half smile. “Wow. She looks just like you.” Chan growled, low in his throat. 

“Tell me why I shouldn’t call the police right now?” Chan closed the door a little more, trying to block Felix and Jinae from his view. “How did you find us?” 

“Can we please just talk?”

“Why? You made yourself pretty clear the last time we spoke.” 

“I know I said some shit last time I saw you. And I understand if you all never want to see me again after this. But please.” Chan looked at him for a long moment. Woojin looked tired, and nervous. Like he knew he wasn’t supposed to be there. 

“Felix, can you bring Jinae to the nursery?” Felix nodded, taking the pup down the hall and out of sight. “You have ten minutes to explain what the hell you’re doing here, and then I never want to see your face again.” Chan, against his better judgement, allowed Woojin to enter. 

“I came here because I wanted to make amends.” Woojin stood right at the door, understanding that he wouldn’t be welcome for long. 

“Why now? It’s been almost ten years.” 

“And a lot has happened since then.” Woojin looked down at his hands. “Look, I have made a lot of mistakes over the years. Not the least of them is what I did to you and the pack.” 

“My pack.” Chan corrected. “And I’d call what you did more than a mistake.” 

“I was a dumb kid…”

“You were a dumb kid? You were the oldest! Everyone looked up to you! If you were a dumb kid, what did that make Jeongin? Jeongin, who was still unpresented, hardly more than a pup, and still stepped in after your fucking display.” Chan stared him down, waiting for him to make another excuse. “You challenged me, in front of the entire pack, for my position. Not only that, you attacked me. You got violent.”

“I made a mistake.” 

“You did a lot more than that.” 

“Woojin?” Minho and Seungmin stood at the mouth of the hallway. 

“Minho. Seungmin.” Woojin studied Minho for a long moment, eyes zeroing in on his pregnant belly. Chan fought the urge to hide him away. 

“Chan, what the hell is he doing in our house?” Seungmin stepped in front of Minho, trying to block him from Woojin’s gaze. 

“Just leaving.” 

“Chan, please.”

“I don’t give a shit about what you have to say. Because clearly it’s going to be more excuses.”

“Just let me say what I need to say and I’ll go. I’ll be out of your hair forever.” 

“What is there left to say?” Minho asked. 

“I fucked up. Nine years ago, I made the worst decision I possibly could and attacked my alpha. I have been living with that shame ever since.” Woojin met Chan’s gaze. “I’ve also been running away from it.” 

“What is it that you expect to change?” Seungmin asked him. “You have no place in our pack anymore.” 

“I don’t want that.” Woojin shook his head. “I made peace with that a long time ago. I have my own future to look forward to. But I can’t do that yet. Not until I do this.” 

“Sit down.” Minho motioned to the couch. “I’ll get the others.” 

“Minho.” Chan followed him down the hall. “Are you sure?”

“Let’s just get it over with. The sooner he gets this crap apology done with, the sooner he’s out of our lives for good.”

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Minho dutifully gathered the rest of the pack, herding them into the living room. Each one of them were just as shocked as the last to see who their guest was. Felix had left Jinae in the nursery, keeping her occupied with a few of her toys and keeping the monitor close.

“Okay, we’re all here.” Chan said. “Say what you need to say.” Woojin looked down at the floor, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. “Come on. You made all this fuss.”

“Chan.” Minho scolded softly.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about how things ended between us recently. I knew what happened was awful and fucked up, but recently, it’s all I can think about.” He picked at the cuticle on his thumb. “I was so angry back then. So twisted up in my own head. The survival show, everything we did to debut, all of it. But there’s parts you don’t know.”

“More excuses.” Chan grumbled.

“There were these board members. They pulled me into all of these meetings, away from everyone. Would keep me late after rehearsals.”

“All of those nights you didn’t come home until late.” Hyunjin said softly.

“I was with them.” Woojin confirmed. “It was two of them, Chinsun I think her name was, and one of the lawyers, Donggeun. They’d tell me they thought I would make a better leader, that the fans would prefer a ‘real alpha’ whatever that shit meant. They had been feeding me lies and bullshit since the survival show, and I fell for every word.” He looked up, meeting Chan’s eyes. “A lot of it was my own insecurities. You were always so sure of yourself. You knew who you were, and everyone followed you so easily.”

“You really think any of what I did was easy?” Chan questioned. “I worked my ass off for seven years before the company even bothered to look my way. I had to earn the trust of everyone in this room. I had to prove myself worthy of being their alpha, their leader. What made you think you deserved any of that?”

“They did! They whispered poison in my ear and I fell for it!” Woojin stood, beginning to pace. “The minute you picked me, they were on me. They wanted to get rid of you, and they used me to do it. And I believed I deserved it.”

“Why wouldn’t you have told us?” Changbin asked.

“Because they had me convinced you wouldn’t believe me.” There was a disgustingly sick feeling that settled in Minho’s gut. He’d known, for a long time, that the company was crooked and had it out for them. But for them to stoop so low. “The plan wasn’t for me to harm you, Chan. That… that was all me. They wanted me to earn everyone’s trust, make everyone doubt your ability to lead so it would be easier to replace you. I went rogue. I found out about the pup, and I…”

“You knew?” Minho asked.

“I smelled it on you. And I just lost it. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do what they wanted now that Chan’s pup was involved.” Minho and Changbin shared a look. “But it all bit me in the ass in the end. JYP found out, and I became more of a liability than anything. I knew none of you would believe me after that, and I became my own downfall.”

“He didn’t know?”

“He was never involved in any of those meetings. It was only ever the two of them. Sometimes that other lawyer, Daeseong, would be there too. After the fight, they told me they couldn’t protect me because JYP was never meant to know. And who would he believe, me or them?”

“Why now?” Jeongin asked. “Why should we listen to or believe you now?”

“Well, you’re leaving. I can’t imagine it’s for any reason other than the fact that you all finally saw what they showed me back then.” Minho paused. He was right. “You don’t have to believe me. I’ve given you all plenty of reasons not to.”

“I think I do.” Minho said.

“Minho, really?” Jisung looked at him confused.

“We’ve all seen first hand how fucked certain individuals in this company are. Everything they’ve tried to pull on us over the years. I wouldn’t be surprised at all.”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness, because I don’t deserve it. But you all did deserve to know the truth.” He moved to leave. “Anyway, I just needed to get it all off my chest. Move on I guess.”

“I still don’t understand why.” Felix said, stopping him. “Why you’d suddenly come around now.”

“I’m finally at a point in my life where I can be happy. But I couldn’t let myself get there until you all knew what really happened.” Woojin smiled a little. “You guys aren’t the only ones I’ve betrayed, and it’s about time I start facing it all instead of running away from it.”

“I suppose you can’t blame that one on the company.” Chan said, still unconvinced.

“No. That was all on me. I ran away, like a coward, and now I’m just trying to make it right.”

“Who is it?” Hyunjin asked. He hadn’t looked at Woojin since he realized who it was. Minho couldn’t blame him, the betrayal had hurt him worse than any of them. Woojin had made himself such a fixture in Hyunjin’s life so quickly. He’d been one of his closest friends.

“My daughter.” Hyunjin’s head snapped up. Finally looking at him. “She’s just about Jinae’s age. I ran when I found out her eomma was pregnant. She won’t let me meet her until she can trust I won’t do it again.”

“Does she know?” Chan asked. “About what you did?”

“She knew who I was when we met, so she knew that something had happened. I’m honestly more surprised she didn’t run after I told her.” Woojin started tearing up. “It’s not going to magically make everything better, me coming here to apologize. I know that. I’m trying to change for them, and I couldn’t do that until I did this.”

“I’ll admit,” Chan said, “I’m not sure that I believe all of what you’ve told us, but I can understand. And I respect you for making the attempt.”

“I don’t imagine that statement is ending with you forgiving me.”

“I can’t say it is.”

“I didn’t think so.” He moved to leave again. “I won’t take up any more of your time. Thank you for hearing me out.”

“What’s her name? Your daughter?”

“Jisoo. Her name is Jisoo.”

“Well, I hope you get what you're after.”

“Thank you.” Woojin gave them all a half smile and left the house.

…

The house was tense in the days following Woojin’s unexpected visit. Some people, Chan, Hyunjin, and Jisung, were angry for him having ever shown up in the first place. Others were shaken, Felix holding Jinae a little tighter and Seungmin and Jeongin on edge. Minho and Changbin were confused and conflicted.

“Everything he said made sense.” Minho said. He and Changbin had wandered off, hiding in Minho’s nest. “It’s not hard to believe there were people at the company who’d want to take Chan down. They haven’t exactly made it a secret.”

“But why use him?” Changbin asked. “I don’t get it. And him thinking the pup was Chan’s…” Minho could tell he was over thinking.

“It wouldn’t have been out of the realm of possibility.” Minho took his hand. “I didn’t think my scent had changed that much. I was only about seven weeks along when it happened. The only reason Chan had noticed was because he’d been in my nest with me. He knew before I did. He’s the one who caught your scent.” Changbin still seemed like something was bothering him. “Chan and I leaned on each other a lot back then. But him thinking Chan sired my pup is almost laughable. He was around during your first rut. He knew I spent it with you.”

“I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much. That he knew.”

“It bothers me too. The fact that it was his breaking point. I just don’t understand.” His pup stirred in his belly, as if sensing his distress. “We’re okay, Baby Boy.” He smoothed a hand over his bump. “I just want to put this whole thing out of my mind. It’s not worth it to stress over. He’s not worth it.”

“Maybe he was jealous.” Changbin offered. “If they made him believe he could be the pack’s alpha, and he thought you, our Luna, were pregnant with Chan’s baby, he’d have already lost.”

“I don’t want to think about it anymore.” Minho laid down. “Can you scent me?”

“Sure.” Changbin would never say no to that. He leaned in, nosing at Minho’s throat. The scent of milk and leather, swirled through with his own scent, was absolutely heavenly to Changbin. Minho’s scent was so unique, so absolutely him. The scent of pregnancy brought new life to his scent, changed it. Changbin was obsessed with it.

When he was finally content with how thoroughly he’d scented the omega, Changbin moved to kiss his throat. Urging more of his scent to permeate the room. Minho giggled at the feeling, and hummed pleasantly at the attention of Changbin’s lips trailing up his throat to press against his jaw. His kisses were slow, delicate, reverent. Not intended to lead anywhere.

“I love you.” He said against his skin. “My Luna.”

“I love you too.” Changbin finally settled beside him. “You know what? I don’t give a shit what he said. He’s gone, and if he’s finally being honest, we won’t have to deal with him ever again.”

“You’re right. We’re gone for good. They can’t hurt us anymore.”

“They can’t.”

…

“We need to talk.” Chan stormed into JYP’s office. “Now.”

“What a lovely surprise.” The older man put his pen down. “How can I help you?”

“Can you explain to me why Kim Woojin was at my door?”

“Kim Woo… Chan, why would I have anything to do with him?” JYP rubbed at his temples. “Look, you had every right to be angry with me for that contract. But him showing up to your home I assure you I had nothing to do with.”

“If that’s true, then you have quite the problem on your hands.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You seem to have a few rats in your company.” Chan took a seat across from him. “You see, our old friend gave us some very interesting information. And, with the interesting changes made to your offer right under your nose, I’m starting to believe there was some truth to his claims.”

“Do go on.”

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“Chan, you understand these are very serious claims.” JYP had written down everything. Every name that was given and everything Woojin had told them.

“I’m fully aware.” Chan couldn’t find it in himself to be upset with the man anymore. It was clear that whatever was happening went far beyond him. “I’m not looking for retaliation. What’s done is done. My pack and I have moved on. But, for the good of your company and the people in it, I strongly suggest you look into this.”

“I certainly will be. Though, if the ones involved are in the company, then it makes it that much harder.”

“I apologize for putting you in this position. But I couldn’t let this go unnoticed.”

“I appreciate that. I’ve allowed the board too much freedom for too long. It’s time I take control back of my own company.” Jinyoung picked up his cell phone and shot off a text. “I’ll be speaking with my personal lawyers and launching a full investigation.”

“And, I’d like to apologize for how our last conversation went.” Chan sat straighter in his seat. “If Woojin was telling the truth, then it’s entirely possible they were able to change the terms of the contract without your knowledge. I’m sorry.”

“No apology necessary.” JYP assured him. “I don’t blame you for having reacted that way. I would have felt the same had it happened to me. The idea that something has been going on right under my nose and I didn’t see it is concerning to say the least.”

“What I don’t understand is why.” Chan admitted. “Why me? Why my pack? What could we have possibly done to warrant this?”

“I couldn’t say. But I will be getting to the bottom of this.”

“I appreciate it.”

“I do wish we’d learned this information before it cost us you and your pack.” JYP confessed. “But I can’t imagine we’d have been able to keep you all much longer anyhow. You’ve grown bigger than any company could contain.”

“I hope that, once this is all over, JYPE and 3Racha Entertainment can keep a good relationship.”

“I do as well. I can still get that contract fixed, if you’d like. I’m happy to have you keep the name. No strings attached.”

“A part of me would like to say yes. But, we’ve already found our new name I’m afraid.”

“I understand.”

…

Minho would admit if asked that he loved going to his doctors appointments. He loved being able to see his pup and hear his heartbeat. He also enjoyed his conversations with Eunwoo. Minho would like to think he’d developed a bit of a friendship with the younger omega, and found he’d learn a little more about him during each visit. Eunwoo would check in on Minho and Changbin’s bond, each time meeting them with encouragement and positivity of it growing stronger and better.

Eunwoo met them with a smile when he came to bring Minho back for his thirty four week appointment.

“How are we feeling today?” He asked as he shut the door to the exam room.

“Tired.” Changbin assisted Minho up onto the table, his belly too big to do it himself comfortably. “It’s like this kid is draining the life force out of me.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Changbin poked his cheek, earning a glare from Minho.

“How about I get you pregnant next time? Then you’ll know.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have the equipment for that.”

“Fatigue is absolutely normal.” Eunwoo assured Minho with a laugh. “Have you been alright otherwise?”

“My hips have been hurting. And I’ve been getting this pain in my lower back.”

“All pretty typical at this point.” Eunwoo tapped a few times on his tablet before moving to prepare the vials for bloodwork. “We’re getting close now. He’ll be here before you know it.”

“And I can’t wait.”

“Have you thought of any names yet?”

“He picked one and won’t tell us.” Changbin pouted.

“And you still have six more weeks to find out.” Minho stuck his tongue out at him.

“My mate was so upset with me when I did that.” Eunwoo set to work drawing Minho’s blood.

“You have a pup?”

“He’s going to be five this summer.” Eunwoo continued his work as if he didn’t just reveal deep lore about himself.

“Did you hold out until he was born, or did your mate pout it out of you?” Minho poked the divot made by Changbin’s dimple, the alpha pouting deeper.

“Oh no. She had no idea until he arrived. I would not break.”

“That’s the spirit. What’s his name?”

“Byeongho.”

“That’s a lovely name.” Eunwoo finished up the blood draw.

“Okay. That’s all done.” He bandaged him up. “Dr. Park will be in shortly.”

“Are you really not gonna tell me?” Changbin asked when they were alone.

“Really.”

“Come on. I’m his sire!”

“Nope.”

…

Seungmin tended to enjoy the quiet moments with Jinae as he got her ready for her naps. He found himself volunteering more and more often to get her settled. Felix still insisted on bedtime most nights, so Seungmin tried to claim as many nap times as he could. She went down pretty easily and he appreciated the few minutes of snuggles he’d get out of it.

Today, though, the little girl had no interest in naptime. Jinae was wide awake, and no amount of bedtime stories or snuggles would get her down. Seungmin would have to find a different approach.

“Jiji, sweetheart, can Appa show you something?” Seungmin sat down on the floor with Jinae in his lap. “You know how Damma Minnie has your baby brother in his belly?” She nodded. “Well, when he arrives, he’s going to be sleeping in here with you. And naptime is going to be really important.” He picked up her baby doll from the floor. “I am going to show you how you can help us and be an awesome big sister.”

“I help!”

“Yes, you will.” Seungmin positioned the baby doll in her arms properly. “Now, you have to be very calm and quiet when you’re doing it. His little ears will hear a lot.” He began to sway them both. “You’re going to rock him, nice and gentle, like this. And maybe sing him a lullaby.” Seungmin sang softly, continuing to rock them. He noticed her eyes start to get droopy.

After a few minutes, Jinae began to drift off, head resting against Seungmin’s chest. She was fighting to keep awake, but naptime was clearly winning. Seungmin carefully extracted the baby doll from her arms and carried Jinae over to her bed.

“Sweet dreams, Jiji.” Seongmin kissed her forehead as he tucked her in.

“Nicely done.” Seungmin jumped, met by Chan in the hall. “How’d you come up with that?”

“She’s excited to be a big sister.” Seungmin shrugged. “Just used it to my advantage.”

“She’s been fighting nap time more and more recently.” Chan sighed. “She’s growing up too fast.”

“Well, we’re about to start all over.” Seungmin allowed Chan to pull him into his arms. “How’d your talk go with JYP?”

“He said he’d look into it. I kind of hope Woojin was telling the truth.”

“We’ll find out I guess.”

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Chan caressed his cheek, Seungmin following the soft touch.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Can’t really wrap my head around it.”

“I’m having a hard time myself.” Chan confessed. “It’s like, what can we do with this information now that we have it? Does it really change what he did?”

“I don’t know.” Seungmin allowed himself to fall further into Chan’s safe arms. “It’s all just so confusing.”

“I have to agree with you there.” Chan sighed. “Why don’t we go lay down for a bit? While she’s down.”

“That sounds nice.”

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Minho had been hiding all day. He had gone to bed early the night prior, insisting he’d like to be alone and blaming it on his hormones. At thirty nine weeks, everyone was hesitant to leave him alone. They’d all tried to check on him throughout the day, but he’d wave them off, assuring them he was fine.

Felix wasn’t buying it.

He could smell it when he got close to Minho’s door. He didn’t bother knocking, as Minho never locked his door and he was unlikely to answer even if he did knock.

“I asked to be left alone.” Minho said through grit teeth. He was standing, hands braced on the bed to keep him upright.

“Min, why didn’t you say anything?” Felix rushed to his side, hesitating to touch him. “How long?”

“I’m fine, Bokkie.” Minho did not sound convincing. The sweat on his brow and tight look on his face was everything Felix needed to know.

“Minho, how long have you been in labor?” Minho blindly reached for Felix’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I didn’t realize at first.” Minho said once the contraction had passed. “I thought it was just Braxton Hicks and I didn’t want to freak everyone out. It wasn’t until this morning that I realized it might be real.”

“How far apart are they?”

“Pretty far right now. Twenty minutes last I timed.” Minho was finally able to relax enough to sit himself down on the bed. “I promise, I was going to say something once it got serious.”

“But you thought you could hide your pain from us. Again.” Minho tried not to meet Felix’s disappointed stare. “You shouldn’t be going through this alone. You should be with us, letting us hold your hand through it.”

“It hasn’t been so bad yet.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Felix shook his head. “Min, you’re scared. I can tell.”

“Once he’s here I can’t protect him the same.” Minho put his hands protectively on his bump.

“He can’t stay in there forever.”

“I know. But I would have liked another week at least.”

“You made it longer than I did.” Felix chuckled. “If he’s ready you can’t stop it.” Minho rubbed over his bump. The pup was still, preparing to enter the world. He’d kept him safe so far, taking every precaution possible to make it to this point. But, once he was out in the world, Minho couldn’t prevent him getting sick, or hurt. That terrified him.

“Do you want me to tell the others?” Felix asked.

“Not yet. Just sit with me for a little while. Help me through them.”

“I thought you said they weren’t that bad.”

“I lied.” Felix gave him an unimpressed look. “They fucking suck.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“Just hold my hand. Please.”

“I’m right here.” Felix took his hand, kissing his fingers. Minho squeezed, another contraction rippling through him. Felix coached him through it, whispering gentle praise as he breathed through it.

“They’re strong, huh?” Felix said once it passed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get anyone? Even Changbin?”

“Please. Not yet.”

“Min, we’re going to have to get you to the hospital at some point.”

“Yongbok. Please.” Minho gripped his hand tighter.

“Minho, look at me.” Felix put his free hand on Minho’s face. “It’s all going to be okay.” Minho looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept all night.

“Can you call my dam?” Minho asked softly.

“Of course I can.”

“Don’t tell him to come yet. That might not stop him and eomma though.”

“It definitely won’t.” Minho’s dam would probably be out the door before Felix could finish telling them. “Min, are you sure you want to do it this way? Everyone is worried about you.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Minho admitted after a long moment. “But I don’t want anyone hovering. I know what I need.”

“Okay.” Felix kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Felix found changbin first. He was with Hyunjin, the two of them playing with Jinae in the living room.

“Hey.” Felix sat down on the floor with them. “I was able to check on Minho.”

“Is he okay?” Hyunjin asked.

“He’s in labor.”

“What?” Changbin was already jumping to his feet, Felix reaching out to stop him. “Let me go. I need to be with him.”

“He’s okay right now. He doesn’t want us hovering, which is why he didn’t tell us. Just, try not to get panicky with him.” Changbin nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

“Okay. I’ll be cool.” Felix released him, allowing him to go to their laboring mate.

“I’m going to let the rest of the pack know what’s going on, then call his dam.” Felix said to Hyunjin. “His parents will probably be here soon once they know.”

“I’ll go update everyone, you make the call.” Hyunjin offered.

…

“Minho.” Changbin let himself into the omega’s room. “Jagi, I’m here.” Minho smiled weakly at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Why’d I ask you to put a pup in me?” Changbin giggled, kneeling in front of him.

“It’ll be over soon, Jagi.” Changbin put a comforting hand on his knee, helping him breathe. “Sure you don’t want to tell me his name?”

“Looks like you’ll know before the end of the day.” Minho groaned, curling in on himself. “Fuck. It fucking hurts.”

“Just hold my hand. Squeeze as hard as you need.” Changbin threaded their fingers together. “Give me some of that pain.”

“Trust me, you don’t want it.”

“Don’t care.” Changbin kissed his fingers. “I’d take it all if I could.” Minho forced a smile, leaning into Changbin more. “That’s good, Jagi. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

“Hey.” Felix returned to the room and returned to his spot next to Minho. “Your dam and eomma are on their way, and the rest of the pack knows what’s happening. They’re gonna give you space for now, but they’re ready to go when you are.”

“Ready is a relative term.”

“Well, when he’s ready I guess.” Felix rubbed his belly.

…

Labor progressed slowly. Minho’s parents arrived hardly an hour after Felix called. His dam stayed firmly by his side while his eomma busied herself in the kitchen, preparing food for the pack to freeze and make things easier for them in the coming weeks.

“Ugh, why is it taking so long?” Minho groaned. The entire day had passed, and Minho’s contractions had hardly gotten any closer, nor had his water broken. “Does he want out or not?”

“It’s going to take time, Dear.” His dam, Hyeonju, soothed. “You weren’t exactly rushing to be born if I remember.”

“Damma please.” Minho whined.

“I’m just saying, now you know how I felt when it took you almost a full two days to arrive.” Hyeonju gathered his son in his arms. “You’re doing so well, Sweetheart. It’s okay.”

“This morning I was terrified of him arriving, but now I just want him to be here so I can hold him.” Minho leaned into his dam’s hold. “Maybe I overreacted. Maybe it’s not time yet.”

“No, I definitely smell it on you. He’s definitely on his way.”

“Can he do it faster?” Hyeonju laughed. “This is exhausting.”

“Try and sleep.” He suggested. “You’ll need your rest.” He helped Minho get comfortable, fluffing up and adjusting Minho’s nest here and there.

“I miss your nests.” Minho confessed quietly. “Mine aren’t as nice.”

“Your nests are lovely.” Hyeonju pet his hair, lulling him to sleep. “Rest, My Dear. Your boy will be here soon.”

Minho finally asleep, Hyeonju left him to rest.

“He’s resting.” He told Chan when he saw him.

“Is he okay? I feel like it’s taking a while.”

“It’s going to take time.”

“Channie, I was in labor for twenty hours.” Felix reminded him.

“And it’s been almost twenty four. If he really went into labor last night, I think we have a right to worry.” Chan had been pacing all day, as anxious as he was when Jinae was born. “I’m calling Dr. Park. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“You have a good alpha.” Minho’s eomma, Haneul, said.

“Yeah. The best.” Felix watched Chan disappear into the other room to call the doctor.

“‘We have to wait it out’ she says.” Chan stomped back into the room a few minutes later. “Just wait? What if something’s wrong?”

“Channie, the doctor knows what she’s talking about.” Felix tried to ease his concern. “If she’s telling us not to worry, there’s no need to worry.”

“Easier said than done.”

…

It was the early hours of the morning when Minho woke up to a particularly strong contraction and the blanket below him wet. Changbin was asleep beside him.

“Bin.” He shook him awake. “It’s time. Shit.”

“What? What?” Changbin shot up, attention immediately on Minho.

“My water broke.”

“Oh! Oh my god!” Changbin jumped out of bed. “I’ll go wake everyone. I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry. Ahg!” Minho curled in on himself, the contraction multitudes more painful than when he’d gone to sleep. The pressure was intense. And he felt the overwhelming need to push.

“I’m here, My Baby.” His dam was suddenly at his side. “I’m right here.”

“Damma.” Minho was crying. “He’s coming. He’s coming now.”

“I know, Baby. We’re going to get you to the hospital.”

“No.” Minho shook his head. “No, he’s coming right now. I need to push.”

“I know it feels like that. It’s okay.” Minho cried out, his body working without his permission and pushing.

“He’s coming. Shit. I can’t do this. I can’t do it.” Changbin returned, Chan and his eomma hot on his heels. “He’s coming right now. I’m pushing. I don’t want to push.”

“Oh, you really mean ‘now’ now.” Hyeonju cursed. “Shit. Okay. It’s going to be okay, My Baby.”

“Chan, call for an ambulance.” Haneul ordered the alpha. Chan nodded, clearly trying to hide his panic as he retrieved his phone.

“Changbin.” Minho reached for him. “Changbin, he’s coming.”

“It’s okay, Jagi. You’re okay.” Changbin pushed the sweaty hair out of his face.

“Help me get these off.” Minho wrestled with the waistband of his sweats. Modesty be damned.

There was no stopping it, so he let his body take over.

Their son was born at 4:23 in the morning. The paramedics arrived at 5:07 to take Minho and the pup to the hospital.

…

After many rounds of doctors, and Minho being separated from his pup for a stretch of time, they’d finally been left alone to rest. The pack followed the ambulance, staying as close by as they could. Minho’s parents stayed behind to watch Jinae until they got the all clear to bring her to meet her brother.

Their son slept soundly in Minho’s arms, unaware of the chaos of his arrival. He was perfect. Tiny nose and petal soft lips.

“Can I know his name now?” Changbin asked.

“Minseo.” Minho couldn’t take his eyes off of the sleeping pup. Changbin sucked in a breath, honored by the inclusion of his family name.

“You gave us quite the scare today, Minseo.” Changbin cooed down at the baby. “But we’re so happy you’re here.”

“Your parents are asking if it’s okay to bring Jinae.” Hyunjin informed them. “You think he’s ready to meet his big sister?”

“Yeah. They can come.” Minho finally looked away from the baby, looking to Changbin instead. “Do you want to hold him?”

“Absolutely I do.” Changbin accepted Minseo into his arms happily, Minseo making a brief noise of protest before settling back down in his sire’s arms. “Oh, Min. He’s amazing.”

“You did wonderfully.” Chan kissed Minho’s forehead.

“You should hold him next.”

“If Bin ever decides to let him go.” Seungmin ribbed gently.

“Not happening.” Tears slid down Changbin’s cheeks as he looked down at their son.

Changbin did eventually allow the others to hold and meet Minseo. The little pup was passed between arms, showered with kisses and declarations of love. Minho’s parents soon arrived with Jinae, the pup full of excitement to meet her baby brother. Haneul placed her on the bed beside Minho, Minseo returned to his arms.

“This is Minseo.” Minho said quietly to her. “This is your baby brother.”

“Budder.” She reached out, hand patting his little chest.

“Soft hands, Sweetheart.” Felix instructed. “Do you want to hold him?”

“Yes.” She nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing. With Felix supporting her, Minho carefully placed Minseo in Jinae’s arms.

“How are you, Dear?” Hyeonju asked, Changbin vacating his seat for Minho’s dam.

“Tired.” Minho watched Felix with their children fondly. “But I don’t want to take my eyes off of him.”

“You should rest.” Haneul suggested, petting his hair. “We’ve got him.” Minho felt his eyelids get heavier from the gentle care of his parents. “Sleep, Baby. He’ll still be here when you wake up.”

…

When Minho woke, the lights in his room had been dimmed. The only one with him was Hyunjin, holding Minseo close to his chest.

“And Damma Sungie is silly.” He told Minseo softly. “You’ll have lots of fun with him. He’s also so kind, and gives some of the best cuddles. Your Damma Lixie makes the best nests. Jinae always goes right to sleep in his nests. And Damma Minnie is the kindest, most caring man. You’ll be so happy.”

“And what about you?” Minho asked.

“I’m just Damma Jinnie.” Hyunjin shrugged.

“No you’re not.” Minho held his arms out for Hyunjin to transfer Minseo to him. “Damma Jinnie is strong, and brave, and so so loving. He takes care of everyone around him before thinking about himself. And he makes the most beautiful art. You’re so lucky to have him.”

“Min.” Hyunjin was blushing furiously.

“I know we never really established seconds among the pack. But I’ve always considered you mine.”

“I’m honored.”

“Where are the others?”

“Some of them went home to get you and Minseo clothes. The rest went to get something to eat. We had to force Changbin out of here to go eat.” Minseo fussed in Minho’s arms.

“Hi, Sweet Boy.” Minho cooed. “Jinnie, can you grab the nurse? He might be hungry.”

A nurse swooped in a few moments later, ready to show Minho how to feed the pup. Minseo latched easily, but could only feed for a little while as Minho was not producing enough milk.

“That’s okay.” The nurse, Bora, assured him. “It’s perfectly normal. We’ll be able to get that up. For now, I’ll fetch him a bottle.” Minho still couldn’t help feeling dejected over such a small thing.

“I’m sorry I can’t feed you, Baby.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Hyunjin kissed his head. “It’ll be alright.”

“I know. I know.”