(6th month of pregnancy)
Late at night, Taewon sat at the table, glasses perched on his nose, focused on his laptop.
Papers were neatly stacked beside him, and the faint glow of the screen illuminated his calm, concentrated expression.
Jihyun stepped out of the bedroom, wearing oversized shirt.
His rounded belly peeked from beneath the fabric.
He carried a water bottle, took a sip, and lingered for a moment, quietly observing Taewon.
Silently, he walked over and settled on Taewon's lap, facing him.
His hands wrapped around Taewon's neck, and he rested his head gently against his chest.
Taewon instinctively placed one hand along Jihyun's back, steadying him while continuing his work.
After finishing a call,
Taewon set aside the papers, removed his glasses, and rested a hand over Jihyun's belly.
"Are you having a hard time with the little one again?" he asked softly.
Jihyun said nothing, but the warmth of his pheromones filled the space between them.
Taewon inhaled, controlling the rising heat within him, and allowed Jihyun to remain settled in his lap.
After a while, Jihyun lifted his head slightly and pressed his lips to Taewon's.
"What if your mom doesn't accept me again?" he whispered.
Taewon's hand stayed firm on his belly.
"I'll still accept you. You're still mine," he said firmly.
"And if they don't want you to marry me again?" Jihyun asked, voice soft.
"I'll still marry you," Taewon replied, cutting him off gently.
"Stop thinking about that. Nothing like that will happen. Don't let this fear start again think positively."
Jihyun pressed his head against Taewon's chest once more, sighing softly.
Taewon put his glasses back on and returned to his laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard.
In the quiet, Jihyun's eyelids grew heavy, and he slowly drifted to sleep in Taewon's arms.
Once the work was done, Taewon lifted him carefully and carried him to the bedroom, laying him down gently.
He climbed in beside him and grabbed a moisturizer, running it softly over Jihyun's legs and hands, massaging with tender care.
Then, with quiet affection, he traced his lips along Jihyun's neck and belly, humming softly.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched Jihyun sleep peacefully, the rise and fall of his chest soothing him.
Covering him gently with a blanket, Taewon pressed a soft kiss to Jihyun's temple.
"You're getting more beautiful every day,"
He whispered, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment settle around them like a warm embrace.
(After Some Days-late night)
The living room was dimly lit, the TV casting a soft glow across the space.
Jihyun had dozed off on the couch, half-sitting, half-lying, his round belly visible beneath the soft pink shirt, and his thin legs stretched out in his shorts.
A faint breeze from the window rustled the curtains, carrying the lingering scent of Jihyun's pheromones.
Taewon's car pulled into the driveway.
He paused for a moment at the door, already feeling the surge of his rut pressing against his control.
His chest tightened, his breath quickened. He had been holding back, and now, with Jihyun the intensity of his pheromones and desire threatened to overwhelm him.
"I was already having hard time holding back for so long…and now this rut, why now, of all times?"
He muttered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel.
Inside the house, he stepped softly, trying to mask the rising heat within him.
Each step made his body hum with the pull of his rut, the scent of Jihyun lingering so strongly it was nearly unbearable.
He felt the edge of losing control and knew he had to act carefully.
Once inside, he took a deep breath, quickly heading to the bathroom.
He drew a cold shower, hoping the water would calm the fire inside him.
But even after a long shower, the image of Jihyun asleep, vulnerable and trusting, burned in his mind.
His body betrayed him despite the suppressant and the injection he had taken earlier.
The rut clawed at him, demanding attention he couldn't safely give.
He stepped out of the shower, toweling his hair, his face flushed.
His pheromones had intensified, radiating in a wave so strong that even the air in the hallway seemed charged.
He wore his clothes quickly,
"No, I can't risk it. I can't hurt him or our child. I'll have to stay outside tonight"
As he passed the living room, he froze. Jihyun stirred, blinking sleepily.
"You're… back?" he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.
At first, happiness lit Jihyun's eyes but then his gaze shifted, and he froze, noticing the deep red flush on Taewon's face and the potent wave of pheromones lingering around him.
Taewon's voice was tense, quiet.
"Why are you still awake? Go back to sleep."
Jihyun's expression softened, still groggy.
"I… I was waiting for you. I didn't realize… when I fell asleep, now… your pheromones they're everywhere."
Embarrassed and struggling, Taewon shook his head.
"I didn't mean it. I… I'll step outside for a while."
His eyes avoided Jihyun's as he tried to move past him, attempting to leave the room to protect them both.
Jihyun's curiosity and concern overrode his sleepiness.
"Taewon, wait. Where are you going? It's midnight"
Taewon paused, his chest heavy, throat tight.
" I just… I can't risk it. I can't hurt you or our child. My rut.."
Jihyun stepped forward gently, placing his hands on Taewon's shoulders, eyes soft but firm.
"Taewon… it's normal. You don't need to hide from it. You don't have to run away from me."
Taewon's body tensed, aware of the flood of his pheromones, but Jihyun didn't pull back.
Instead, he wrapped his arms lightly around Taewon's neck.
"If we don't help each other then who will?"
Hearing that, Taewon's resolve wavered. He lowered his hands, placing one protectively on Jihyun's belly.
"I… I can't, I don't want to hurt you or the baby," he said, voice trembling slightly.
Jihyun leaned closer, trusting, confident. "You won't. I know. Just… be gentler with me."
With that, Jihyun grabbed his hand.
Guided him to the bedroom,
He sat on the bed, holding Taewon softly by his shirt, letting him ease into the space without fear.
Taewon's hesitation lingered only for a moment he watched Jihyun relax, reassured by the trust and love in his eyes.
Finally, Taewon reached out, brushing his hands along Jihyun's belly, kissing it lightly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, voice low,
"I can't fully control this, not always."
Jihyun smiled faintly, placing a hand over Taewon's. "It's okay. I trust you. Always."
Taewon closed his eyes briefly, exhaling, finally allowing himself to lean into Jihyun's embrace.
The rut still hummed within him, but the danger had softened, contained by the trust and love shared in that quiet moment.
He kissed the side of Jihyun's head, brushing his lips softly along his hair and cheeks then lips and move towards his neck slowly murmuring,
"You… you're the most beautiful person Jihyun-ah and you're mine only "