For the fans, Jongin was always smiling. He never wanted to worry them, but Kyungsoo knew better.

Just how many times would Kyungsoo have to whisper Jongin’s name into the stars, with the sweetest of sighs, before things would stop being casual?

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Jongin's pregnancy goes easier than expected, though there are a few rough patches here and there. 

Kyungsoo learns that grieving is a matter of many things, and to grieve is to suffer not just one loss, but many.

Kyungsoo has a habit of not expressing himself well. Jongin always knows what he's trying to say, anyway.

Jongin knew they’d used protection; vividly remembers Kyungsoo putting it on (or rather, he remembers putting it on Kyungsoo, but that's beside the point). He was a gazillion percent sure that there was no possible chance of conception—because they’d used contraception… It just wasn’t possible.  

Kyungsoo tells himself he’s happy. Tells himself that this is what he wanted; that Chanyeol’s rough yet nimble fingers fit perfectly between the spaces of his own – better than Jongin's did. But not

Kyungsoo doesn't like being ignored for a puppy, and Jongin's just too cute