They name him Haneul (partly because they couldn't come to an agreement on anything else and also) because "heavenly" was the only way to describe him.

He’s the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen, Kyungsoo decides.

Soft skin, curly raven hair, brown eyes.

Ten fingers, ten toes, and they were all perfect.

Kyungsoo was never one to be overly religious or spiritual but the moment he heard Haneul’s cries for the first time, he knew there was a god.

There had to be. Something so impeccable, so impossibly perfect could not have just been created out of thin air.

Out everything that he’s ever done and achieved in his life, Kyungsoo thinks that Haneul might be his greatest achievement.

And how could he not?

He was so tiny, and so cute.

Creating something so perfect with someone who was equally as perfect (in his eyes, of course) was a feat that he wasn’t sure he could ever accomplish again.

Everybody instantly fell in love with him.

Minho and Sehun flat-out refused to put him down. If he wasn’t being fed or bathed, Minho always made sure Haenul was always within arms reach. And you could practically see the sparkle in Sehun’s eyes whenever he rocked Haenul back and forth to sleep.

And though his aunts and uncles loved Hanul profoundly and irrevocably, it was Taemin who loved him the most.

From the second Haenul was placed in his arms, Taemin was besotted.

With tears clinging to his eyelashes, Taemin looked down at the small child in awe.

 “I told you.” Kyungsoo said and patiently lifted the baby toward Taemin’s arms. “Don’t you want to hold him?”

 “Oh. I don’t know….”

 “Come on, you’re going to have to get used to him.”

 “I-.” Taeminn started but Kyungsoo was already putting the sleeping child into Taemin’s waiting arms.

 Taemin had expected crying, screaming, drama, but the baby continued to sleep peacefully.

 And that's when it hit him like a ton of bricks.

 He was a Dad.

 “Oh, .”

 “What? What’s wrong?”

 Taemin grinned like an idiot, “He’s here. We’re parents now.”

 Kyungsoo laughed and slipped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist.

 And, suddenly, Taemin didn't feel so frightened anymore.

Haneul had inherited a decent amount of traits from Kyungsoo, sure.

His large, almost owl-like eyes as well as his chubby cheeks were passed down to Haneul, but the rest of his qualities were without a doubt from his other father.

Thick, pouty lips and a cute button nose were just some of the things Haneul possessed that could be traced back to Taemin.

Kyungsoo didn’t cry when he first held Haneul, maybe he was in shock. The realization that the life he had created with the man he loved was still heavily sedating him.

However, the afternoon he caught Taemin and Haneul napping together was the day he finally broke.

Seeing the way Haneul’s tiny, little fist opened and closed in his sleep as Taemin held him to his chest with a protective arm brought tears to his eyes. (And is currently the wallpaper on his phone)

Tabloids and gossip sites were willing to dish out thousands upon thousands of won just for first dibs on pictures of the newborn, but Taemin and Kyungsoo politely (Well, Taemin mostly) declined.

Though they were often spotted strolling around the city or leaving a studios with baby Haneul in their arms, a simple blanket helped shield the paparazzi from getting any decent pictures of his face.

Their friends, family, and those close to them respected their wishes to keep the baby out of the spotlight. (Though Kibum was itching to upload a picture of the infant that he had taken of Haneul while he was sleeping tranquilly next to his uncle Jinki)

Kyungsoo and Taemin weren’t going to share their little bundle of joy with the media until they were ready.

For now, he belonged to them and them only.

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