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Chan doesn’t consider himself a worrier.
Worrier makes it sound like his troubles are unfounded. Chan doesn’t worry. If anything, he’s a forward-thinker. He anticipates things that could go wrong and adjusts his plans accordingly, in every aspect of his life but especially where it involves his pack. Protective instincts are the only alpha instincts he acts on, perhaps the only ones he even has, so he feels he’s well within his rights to be concerned.
Even with all of his thoughtfulness, there are still occasionally things not even he can predict. Like injuries born from one-off accidents.
When Jisung twisted his ankle badly enough during dance practice to constitute a hospital visit, Chan didn’t imagine things could get any worse. This was already his worst case scenario: one of his mates got hurt under his watch, and he would be beating himself up over that fact well into the night. His anxiety-meter met its quota for the day, so it didn’t seem possible to add anything else on.
He spends the time in the hospital room awaiting the doctor’s arrival running through scenarios in his head, trying to figure if there had been anything he could’ve done to prevent this. Sure, a clumsy fall every now and again happens, but were there signs he could’ve picked up on before? Had Jisung slept well the night before, had he had too much caffeine that morning, had he been worked too hard recently in a way that made him so susceptible to being thrown off balance, had he—
There’s a knock at the door, followed by the doctor’s pleasant, “Good afternoon.”
Chan lets out a breath, halting his train of thought.
“Hey,” Jisung replies quietly, smiling even as he’s lazed across a hospital bed.
“Afternoon,” Chan throws in to be polite.
“We’re here for a twisted ankle,” the doctor notes, glancing at his clipboard. “We’ll need to do an x-ray to see how bad the damage is before I can give a diagnosis, okay?”
Jisung nods.
“Perfect.” The doctor clicks his pen. “Do you have any medical allergies?”
Not that we’ve found, Chan thinks, right as Jisung responds, “Not that I’m aware of.”
“Current medications?”
Daily suppressants, he provides the answer in his head, once again followed by Jisung’s verbal one. “Just suppressants.”
“Are your suppressants single- or dual-purpose?”
“Dual,” Jisung says, because of course, they have to be, considering their occupation.
“Mm,” the doctor hums, noting as much on his paperwork. “Is there any chance you may be pregnant?”
No, Chan recites the answer in his head just as he had been with every other question the doctor asked, another tick off his own mental Jisung-statistics list, but this time the omega’s voice doesn’t echo his words aloud.
Chan looks up to find Jisung grimacing and feels a note of panic bleed into his own thoughts. Ah, the ache of his ankle must have suddenly flared and caused him to go quiet. It’s the most logical explanation. There’s no other reason why he wouldn’t have answered such an obvious question right away, right?
But Jisung doesn’t speak in the next second, or the next, or the next. He keeps his head down, the silence becoming more incriminating the longer it carries on.
When he speaks, he doesn’t sound as sure of himself as he had when answering every other question the doctor threw at him. “Um,” Jisung mumbles nervously. “Yes.”
The doctor pauses, pen stilling. “Yes?” he parrots.
Jisung clears his throat. He hurries to add, “There’s a chance.”
“Okay,” the doctor says, totally level-headed like this doesn’t change everything. “In that case, we’ll need to run a test before we continue. Drink some water and I’ll have one of the nurses check in, alright?”
Jisung nods, feigning nonchalant but he crosses his arms over his middle in that way he always does when he’s nervous. “Yep.”
As soon as the doctor is out of the room, Chan is out of his seat. He begins to pace the floor on reflex, his body feeling like it’s vibrating with all of the feelings roaring inside of him. “Jisung—”
“Don’t start now,” Jisung cuts him off, tone clipped. “He asked so I had to be honest, okay? That’s all.”
“Jisung,” Chan repeats. “How could there—we’re so careful, how—?”
Jisung swallows, staring straight ahead at the wall. “There was a broken condom.”
Chan feels a little piece of him shrivel up inside. “But—your suppressants. You take them everyday. They’re strong enough to prevent it.”
“Not always,” Jisung mumbles, then even softer, he admits, “and I forgot them that morning.”
A punch to the gut.
“When was this?”
There’s a long pause before he admits, “A few weeks ago.”
Chan’s stomach churns. “Jisung.”
“Quit saying my name like that!” Jisung shouts, hugging himself a little tighter. “It was one day, and they’re strong. You said so yourself.”
“They can only work when you take them,” Chan counters. “And didn’t you just say that isn’t always the case?”
“I was just being factual,” he deadpans. “They have a very high success rate, but it’s not one-hundred percent. It never is with things like this, so there’s obviously a chance they could fail, but that doesn’t mean they did. The window was so small it probably barely even counts, and the condom broke, it’s not like we didn’t use one at all.”
Chan feels a light bulb go off over his head. Right. Jisung couldn’t have done this alone. “Who was it?”
Jisung scoffs. “I’m not telling you that.”
Chan raises a brow. “You’re not telling me that?”
“No,” he says petulantly. “There’s no reason to throw someone else into this and make a big deal out of nothing.”
“You think this is nothing?!”
“Yes, it’s nothing, because the test is going to be negative and none of this will even matter after that.”
“Of course it’s going to matter,” Chan says definitively. “Whatever the results of the test are, this is still something.”
Jisung sighs, curling in on himself that much more. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” he mumbles.
“You were right to say something.” Which is true—no matter how stressful the news is, Chan is thankful Jisung spoke up.
But Jisung shakes his head, meeting Chan’s eyes for the first time since dropping the bomb. “You’re mad.”
“I’m not mad,” Chan argues. “I’m just…”
But no emotion comes to mind to describe how he feels, at least not one that won’t sound negative to Jisung’s ears. And he wants Jisung to understand the gravity of the situation, he does, but maybe that isn’t the priority right this moment. Not when the possibility of something infinitely more important is looming over them.
“It’s a surprise,” he settles on saying, which is definitely the truth. “You caught me off guard.”
But Jisung completely ignores his words. “You think I’m stupid.”
“You know better than that,” Chan insists. He takes a chance and reaches for Jisung’s hand, growing brave when it isn’t immediately yanked away. “I would never think that about you, baby. Accidents just… happen.” A cold truth for Chan, but one he’s learned to accept—usually.
Jisung shifts minutely, his scent taking on a sour note. Chan picks up on it the moment it happens, his own scent reacting in kind to try and soothe the omega, to flush out whatever it is that’s bothering him.
“What?” Chan asks, feeling a little crazy. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jisung responds, too short, too quick. “I’m just nervous.”
But his scent doesn’t change, even with Chan’s pheromones pumping through the air on high alert. Evidently he’s unconvinced, so Chan tries again. “You aren’t stupid,” he repeats, hating to use the word but knowing he needs to be direct on this. He sits next to Jisung on the bed, as close as he can possibly get without crawling into his skin, then grabs the omega’s shoulders in both of his hands, cradling him to his chest. Jisung doesn’t react, simply allows himself to be maneuvered to Chan’s liking, which isn’t—it’s not good, but it isn’t bad, either. “Hyung would never even consider that, okay? We all have slip-ups every now and again. The consequences might be on a larger scale this time, but it was just one, little mistake, alright? Nothing to beat yourself up over.”
Jisung rips himself from Chan’s hold, nearly knocking himself to the floor in the process. His swollen ankle gets jostled in the process, twisting at what must be an uncomfortable angle because Jisung winces, a pained sound leaving his throat. Chan reaches out to steady him on reflex, but Jisung flinches away from his touch once again.
“Jisung?” he asks in a panic.
“Don’t touch me,” the omega growls.
Chan gets up to give Jisung space even though it feels wrong when he can physically see his mate straining. It’s not in Chan’s blood to allow one of his own to struggle, but he also can’t disrespect a blatant request like the one Jisung just bit out. He’s so confused by the sudden turn of events and to make matters worse, Jisung’s scent is even more bitter now, but Chan isn’t sure whether it’s from whatever was bothering him to begin with or the sudden pain and he feels helpless as he’s forced to do nothing about either one.
“Please,” Chan begs, clenching and unclenching his fists like it could bring him any semblance of comfort right now. “Please tell me what I can do.”
“You can stop talking,” Jisung hisses. “You’re stressing me out.”
“Okay.” Chan nods, acquiescent. “I’ll stop. I’m sorry, baby.”
The space is once again engulfed in silence, but this one somehow feels worse.
He stays silent as promised even when a nurse enters the room.
“Hi,” the omega greets. “Do you need any more water, Jisung-ssi?”
“No,” Jisung declines politely. “I’m ready to do the sample now.”
“Perfect,” the nurse says, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. “Here is the cup you’ll use, and the bathroom is just through this door. It’s only meant to be an individual one, but since your ankle is out of commission, you’ll need some assistance. I figured it would be most comfortable for you if your alpha helped.”
Jisung’s eyes fall to Chan, who gives his most pleading look.
“Yeah,” Jisung confirms. “Thanks.”
The nurse nods, handing the supplies to a shell-shocked Chan. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Chan is up again the second the door clicks shut.
“Are you sure—?”
“Don’t talk,” Jisung warns him, but his vicious tone is juxtaposed with how cute he looks reaching out with both arms and making grabby hands. “Just take me to the bathroom.”
Like a good alpha, Chan listens. He can tell Jisung is just expecting a shoulder to lean on by the way he scoots to the edge of the bed, but Chan isn’t having it. He makes his way to Jisung’s side and scoops him up into his arms, holding the omega firmly by his hips.
“Hyung!” Jisung squeaks in surprise at being lifted.
“Mm,” Chan hums since he isn’t supposed to be using words, but Jisung doesn’t say anything else. His cheeks turn pink, but his mouth stays glued shut.
Chan walks them the short distance to the attached bathroom, mindful of Jisung’s ankle as he moves, only allowing the omega’s feet to touch the ground once he’s safely inside. True to the nurse’s word, the bathroom is clearly only made to fit one person at a time, but Chan will make it work. He sets Jisung down as gently as possible, releasing his hold once he’s sure Jisung is stable, but the cramped space means Chan can’t really put any distance between them. Not that he necessarily wants to, but he’s sure it would be Jisung’s preference.
Jisung sighs, leaning against Chan’s body as he shimmies the waistband of his pants down. Chan only watches to know when he’s done, helping him sit and tilting the cup at the appropriate angle before turning his head away.
“You’re going to hold it?”
“Yes,” Chan confirms.
Jisung coughs. “What if I… you know, miss?”
“That’s okay.”
“I would get piss on you.”
“Then you get piss on me,” Chan responds without missing a beat. He’s had every variety of his packmates’ bodily fluids on his skin before. It doesn’t bother him when it comes to them, and this is a special situation regardless. Having to scrub Jisung’s piss from his hands is definitely the least of his worries right now.
Jisung snorts. “Oh yeah, accidents happen, right?”
The sourness returns; he’s upset again. Chan tries to connect the dots as he waits for Jisung to… finish up, but it doesn’t take very long before the cup gets filled so he isn’t given much time. Some does end up spilling over onto Chan’s fingers, but he doesn’t even flinch. He grabs a paper towel to place the sample on then makes quick work of washing his hands, unperturbed, aware of his omega’s eyes on him the entire time.
He gets Jisung back to his bed just in time for the nurse to knock on the door. He enters at Jisung’s approval, retrieving the sample with a polite thank you.
Before the nurse can make his exit, Jisung clears his throat. “How long until… ?”
The nurse smiles, understanding. “The results will only take a few minutes,” he promises.
Chan notes how Jisung watches him leave, the way his scent grows less bitter by the second. He seems to be more nervous than anything now, which is probably to be expected in this situation. His expression has even softened, and when he turns to face Chan, his eyes are no longer holding the anger they had been mere minutes ago, but something else. Something entirely different, something… hopeful.
It only takes Chan a second to understand it, but even longer to convince himself he’s not making a wild leap. But he prides himself on how well he knows his mates, and he could never fool himself into seeing something that isn’t there, so he knows he’s right, he has to be, but it just seems so far-fetched, to think that—
“You don’t want it to be negative,” he blurts, unable to hold it in.
Shock crosses the omega’s face in the blink of an eye, but Chan can tell it’s not directed at the idea, but more the act of being caught. Still, Jisung tries. “What? You’re insane.”
Chan sits back on the edge of the bed, keeping a careful distance from Jisung, with his brow raised curiously. He’s genuinely perplexed as he asks, “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”
“No, I’m—” Jisung cuts himself off, panicked. “It’s just nerves, okay?”
But Chan knows him better than that. He knows all of his packmates better than he knows himself, has spent years fine-tuning his ability to read them so he can be a better alpha, a better leader. Jisung is deflecting, putting up a front in that way he always does when he doesn’t want to talk but doesn’t want to drop it either, when he wants someone to chisel away at his hardened exterior until he finally gives.
Chan isn’t the most gifted in that regard, preferring a more gentle approach, but his packmates aren’t here to pick up that slack right now.
“You know you can tell me anything,” he says, pleading for the omega to open up while trying to keep his scent under control despite how badly he’s freaking out on the inside right now. “And I know that doesn’t mean you have to, but I would really appreciate it if you would this time.”
They hold eye contact for a singular moment. Jisung opens his mouth, closes it, then promptly crumples.
“Oh, Sung,” Chan coos, taking his rightful place back at Jisung’s side and pulling him to his chest once again. This time, there’s no reservations to be had as he balls his shirt up into his fists, holding on tight to make sure the alpha stays put. One of Chan’s hands rests on the back of Jisung’s head, stroking through his hair like he does on those restless nights where he needs to coax the omega to sleep.
He figures it’s over now, whatever had been causing Jisung so much grief, but the omega doesn’t relax for long. He starts mumbling, his words muffled, before the fists he had just curled into Chan’s chest for comfort start pounding against him instead, anger laced into every movement. “You’re such an asshole. You don’t make any sense, you can’t do this to me right now—”
“What?” Chan cuts him off, growing more anxious by the second. “What am I doing?”
“You’re so confusing!” Jisung accuses. “You always told us you wanted pups, but the second you found out about this you started acting so cold. You called it a mistake, hyung, without even hesitating, when I thought—” A pause as Jisung hiccups, sucking in a breath. “I thought if anyone might be okay with it…”
The severity of how badly Chan has fucked up crashes over him in that moment.
“Jisung,” he mumbles, his name coming out as a plea. “You should have told me.”
“Why?!” Jisung bites, the word coming out crazed. “So we could’ve ended up here sooner?”
“So you wouldn’t have done it alone,” Chan corrects him gently, careful now that he’s realized the situation. Jisung has had this weighing on him for weeks, and it hits straight to Chan’s core to think that he had gone through this all on his own, but there’s something especially devastating about hearing the hurt in the omega’s voice as he admitted that this time, Chan had failed to be the safe place he had imagined him to be. The alpha gets a sinking feeling in his stomach, one that’s growing by the second.
“Baby,” the alpha says, holding Jisung just that little bit tighter. “Hyung is so sorry.”
“And that! Stop it,” Jisung stresses. “I’m mad at you but you’re making it so hard to feel that way.”
“I thought you didn’t want this,” Chan says uselessly, but the words aren’t enough to even scratch the surface of what he’s thinking right now.
“It wasn’t something that really crossed my mind,” Jisung clarifies. “I mean, we are so careful, so it wasn’t like I was considering it a possibility, but then it became, like, this thing that could be happening, so I kept thinking about it, and the more I thought about it the more I realized I didn’t hate the idea of it like I expected. Then I realized that I had started to want it and it just confused me even more because this is such a dumb idea, it could ruin so many things for us, but none of that was enough to talk me out of it, and even now—”
Chan begins to stroke his arm, desperate to calm the raging air surrounding the two of them. “It’s okay,” he croons. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”
“I’ve not been taking my suppressants,” Jisung admits suddenly, barreling right over Chan’s interjection. “As soon as the thought crossed my mind that I might be… I got scared of what they might do, so I’ve missed every dose since. Hyung, I’ve not taken them in weeks, so of course I couldn’t let anyone touch me.”
“Jisung,” Chan cuts in, holding onto his omega like he’s afraid he might float away, the revelation of what he’s been going through all on his own making Chan’s chest tight with guilt.
“So now if I’m not, then that’s all been for nothing. I’ve been stewing in my own worry and pushing you all away for nothing and—oh my god.” He stops, a hint of clarity gracing his features. “It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud.”
“Sung,” Chan pleads softly.
Jisung opens his doe eyes wide as he locks his gaze on Chan, shining with tears threatening to break the surface. “I shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it. I know it’s such a longshot, but I thought… I’m probably not, right?”
Well… Chan can’t deny that the omega is right about that much. While the lack of protection used greatly increased the odds, the chances of Jisung getting pregnant before were already cosmically low. Their company had gone to great lengths to assure that, and Chan himself had fought to have the strongest stuff money could buy to assure no member of his pack ever had to deal with the toll an unwanted pregnancy would take on their body no matter how they decided to handle it.
None of that information will bring Jisung any comfort right now, though, and what kind of alpha would Chan be if keeping his omega happy wasn’t always a priority?
“Forget it,” Jisung mutters, shaking his head.
What Jisung needs is reassurance. Chan needs to console him before he torments himself into that dark place he knows resides in his precious little head, so instead of heading down the more logical path, he considers the alternative.
If Jisung is pregnant, there will obviously be changes. Chan can’t imagine the company would let the entire pack take a break for the entire pregnancy, but their schedules would probably lighten up with one member out of commission. Multiple solo appearances spread out to lessen the workload while still providing new content to fill the months until Jisung could return. Their living arrangements should probably change as well; Chan has been gunning for a house for the pack to share for a couple of years now, but it didn’t seem like something that needed to be dealt with then and there considering how much they travel. That would become a priority if there was a pup on the way, and Chan would make sure to expedite the process so they wouldn’t be moving in the later months of pregnancy.
Jisung would need a place to nest comfortably; filling his own tiny bed with miscellaneous clothes nabbed from his packmates would no longer cut it. Pregnant omegas bonded to a pack required a lot of attention from their mates, so a dedicated nesting room would make the most sense. It was a feature Chan already considered when he browsed through homes online because he likes to plan. Not a worrier, but a forward-thinker.
They could do it, if necessary. Chan is confident in that much.
“We could do it,” he repeats aloud.
Jisung stares at him.
“A pup,” Chan clarifies. “We could have a pup, if you wanted.”
The idea nestles itself further into Chan’s chest the longer he sits and thinks about it. The possibility of Jisung being pregnant was terrifying when he thought it wasn’t something the omega wanted, but now that he knows that isn’t the case, his own imagination has run wild. Like Jisung said, Chan has always been transparent about his desire for pups; how he ends up with them doesn’t matter so long as he gets to have them, and he would never let any of his packmates feel obligated, but if this is what Jisung wants… he can’t deny the thought of the omega carrying their first makes his insides warm.
Jisung frowns, but his scent sweetens in that way it does when something he wants is dangled right in front of his face. He clears his throat. “But the pack—”
“We’re here to support you,” he states definitively, halting that thought before it has the chance to fully form. “You decide what you think is best for you, and we adjust. That’s what packs are for.”
He’s close to cracking, Chan knows it. He might crumble on the way, but that’s okay. Chan is here to pick up the pieces.
It’s like he can sense the hyung about to leave Jisung’s lips, but what comes out is an even more desperate, “Alpha.”
And those few instincts he has are always guaranteed to trigger in response to that word, an immediate reaction to his omega’s call, but before he can act on them, he’s cut off by a knock at the door. He turns toward the source of the sound, an involuntary growl leaving his mouth at the perceived threat.
“Oh,” the omega nurse calls.
It’s then that Chan realizes the situation they’ve forced him to walk in on—a near-feral alpha and a teary-eyed omega, both of their scents frantic, in a position that’s hardly decent for a public place, much less a hospital bed.
“Your results are ready,” he announces, so obviously nervous that Chan feels guilty. “I can give you a few more minutes…”
“No,” Jisung immediately rejects that idea.
“That’s not necessary,” Chan rushes to reassure him, loosening his shoulders out of their defensive stance. Waiting any longer won’t help Jisung’s anxiety, so he needs to at least give the appearance of being in control of himself if he wants the nurse to stay long enough to deliver the news. “We’re ready now.”
Jisung leans closer, gripping Chan’s bicep like a lifeline. The touch is enough to calm the rage of their scents, and it seems to be enough to convince the nurse, too, as he steps into the room with a neutral smile. He plucks a piece of paper from his arm and extends it toward Jisung who accepts it with his free hand.
Chan doesn’t try to intervene, staring intently at his omega’s face as he makes sense of whatever is printed on the paper. He wants to be patient but he can’t stop his brain from attempting to dissect every little change in Jisung’s features, observing every miniscule shift in his expression and trying to determine whether it’s a positive or negative reaction. Things will work out either way, he’ll make sure of it, but he can still feel his hands shaking as he awaits an answer.
Jisung’s lips turn up into a smile, but it seems bittersweet. Chan feels his heart sink.
The nurse clears his throat. “Was this the outcome you were hoping for?”
Jisung nods, a stray tear running down his cheek. “Yes,” he says, smile going from small and unsure to wide and bright.
Chan’s heart begins to rampage in his chest. Does that mean—?
The nurse breaks into a smile of his own, hugging his clipboard to his chest. “Then congratulations,” he says brightly. “It looks like your pack is about to expand.”
♡
Jisung’s examination takes a little longer without the ability to utilize an x-ray, but the doctor eventually comes to the conclusion that what he’s suffering from is a sprain instead of a fracture. His ankle gets wrapped up and he’s sent with a pair of crutches “just in case,” since his situation is a little more delicate. Like using something like that would ever be necessary when he has seven pack members at his disposal, but Chan is too concerned with the delicate aspect to bother saying anything.
He knows there’s going to be some serious conversations and uncomfortable phone calls in the coming days, but it’s not enough to dampen his mood. Not when Jisung’s scent has been oozing nothing but pure joy even as his sprained ankle was pressed and prodded to check for injury.
Jisung is taken out the same way he was brought in—stuck in a wheelchair, but this time they do allow Chan to push him. It may have something to do with the way his lips curled in a half-formed snarl when one of the personnel attempted to do it, but Chan struggles to feel guilty about it this time. This is his pregnant mate, after all. He’s allowed some leniency.
The nurse informs him that the rest of his pack are still waiting in a private area, none of them willing to go home and relax like Chan requested. He should be upset about it, but instead he feels pride. His pack is so tightly knit, of course no one wanted to leave.
It’s silent up until the final hallway, where Jisung finally speaks up. “Hyung, what you said before—are you sure?”
Chan hums, needing no further explanation to understand what Jisung is getting at. “Everything is going to be fine, baby. I promise.”
“I mean, yeah, eventually, but right now, they might be mad.”
“No one is going to be mad.”
“You can’t know that for sure...”
“Jisung,” Chan interjects. “I can’t envision any possible outcome where anyone will be anything but ecstatic about this. As soon as they see that you’re happy about it, they will be, too.”
Silence again. Chan assumes Jisung has been reassured, but the omega continues to fidget.
“You haven’t asked me about who it was again.”
Not for lack of thinking about it, Chan can assure him. “I assumed you would tell me if you wanted me to know.”
It’s like he can sense the grimace on Jisung’s face. “I didn’t want to before, but I do now.”
“Ah,” Chan acknowledges, keeping his tone light lest it betray just how badly he wants Jisung to continue.
“It was really an accident,” he explains for the umpteenth time. “We didn’t realize the condom broke until I… felt it, you know? It was too late by then, and I didn’t tell him about the missed suppressants because it just seemed like a burden at that point. So if you blame anyone, it should still be me. The possibility probably hasn’t even crossed his mind.”
“There’s no blame,” he rebuts softly. They’re way past that by now.
“I guess not.” Jisung huffs a laugh. “It’s going to be impossible for you to be mad at him when you think about it, anyway.”
Chan arches a brow. “Think about what?”
“A pup with Jeongin’s smile,” the omega explains.
Chan can't help but freeze, letting the information wash over him. Huh. Jeongin. Instantly, there’s an image painted in Chan’s mind. It had been hard before when he didn’t know who to blend Jisung’s features with, but now, he swears he can see it perfectly. A baby with Jisung’s cheeks and Jeongin’s fox-like grin. Wide eyes like a newborn deer but distinct eyebrows that shape their face. Tiny and helpless and so utterly sweet that Chan can already feel his heart melting.
He knows genetics are far more complicated than that, but imagining a pup wearing the features of any of his packmates is enough to have him flustered regardless.
“It’s going to be a beautiful pup,” Chan can’t resist remarking aloud.
“Right?” he agrees. “I’ve been going crazy looking at his baby photos. Not that I really care how it looks, but if I could choose, I would at least want it to have his smile.”
Chan is feeling too much emotion for a semi-public place. “Did you want to tell him first?”
Jisung shakes his head. “I don’t think I can hold it in long enough. He’ll probably connect the dots, though, and he might freak out.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Chan shakes his head. “Alpha will take care of him.”
“Mm,” he hums, then twists his head so he can look up at Chan for the first time since this conversation started. “I trust you.”
He says it with enough conviction that Chan feels it to his bones. He can’t help the grin that creeps onto his face, feeling prideful and bashful all at once.
“Ready to see them?” he asks, cheeks warm.
“Ready,” Jisung echoes, then places his hand over Chan’s and holds tight.