Hello :3 I heard from some friends reading this fic that they really loved the last chapter, that makes me really happy ~ I just really love the idea of Yoosung's mom being a positive, motherly influence in Saeran's life and taking him in immediately cause she's got a big heart like that. 3

On to the next chapter ~

I do not own MM!

"Saeran, could you come into the living room for a bit?"

I sighed, rolling over in my bed, not wanting to tear away from my book just yet. I tilted my head towards the door somewhat, enough that my voice would carry through clearly, trying to hide the irritation lying beneath the surface.

"Why?"

"We have something to tell you!"

I frowned, letting out another heavy sigh as I slipped my bookmark into place, leaving the book closed on my bed. I got to my feet, slow steps carrying me across the room and into the hall where I stared out at Saeyoung and Jade, who both looked as though they were bouncing on their heels. I crossed my arms, wondering what they could be up to now.

"Okay, what is it?"

Saeyoung gestured to the couch, nodding towards it.

"You should sit down."

I hesitated, my brows creasing in the centre of my forehead. I took apprehensive steps towards the couch, sitting down on it slowly, observing them both as they anxiously looked at each other.

"What is up with you two..?"

Saeyoung suddenly beamed, so much so that I thought his glasses were going to fall off the bridge of his nose. He slipped his hand into Jade's, who also wore an excited smile on her face.

"Saeran, we-" He glanced at Jade again, who nodded fervently, and he turned back to me, now definitely bouncing up and down, "-We're pregnant!"

I stared at them, blinking slowly, trying to register what they were saying, while also trying to figure out if this was another one of their pranks.

"...What?"

"Jade is pregnant," Saeyoung grinned at me, placing his hands on my shoulders, "You're gonna be an uncle!"

I stared at him still, blinking again, unmoving from my spot, my mouth suddenly dry.

"I... What?" I shook my head, panic starting to burn in my stomach, my hands beginning to twitch, "No. No, I can't."

Saeyoung released my shoulders, slipping down onto the couch next to me, his hand resting softly on the middle of my back, concern written on his face. I stared firmly at my quivering hands, refusing to meet his gaze.

"What are you afraid of?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head slowly, digging the palms of my hands into my eyes, taking quick breaths. Was it not obvious? Was my apprehension of other people, even now, not evident? Let alone being in the presence of an impressionable, small child?

"I... I can barely handle my own emotions, Saeyoung. I'm still just barely getting a hold on that. I don't think... I don't think I'll be able to help you at all with the child." I hung my head a bit, my breath quivering softly, equal parts ashamed as much as I was terrified, "I don't think I would be a good uncle."

I gasped softly as Saeyoung turned me by my shoulders, holding them firmly in his grip, forcing me to look him in the eye, his gaze hard, but loving all the same.

"I think you will be an amazing uncle."

I bit my lip, unable to look away from him.

"I've... Never interacted with a child. I don't know how I'll even be around them at all..."

"Saeran," I shifted my gaze to my left, seeing Jade shift her weight softly on her feet, "I agree with Saeyoung. You might not see it, but you are actually really caring, and I think you might even surprise yourself at the instincts you might have when it comes to kids."

I clenched my jaw, staring down into my lap, afraid to look anywhere else.

I wanted to believe them. I wanted to trust them, that maybe they were right, maybe I would be an alright influence to this child...

I just couldn't.

I stood up abruptly, feeling Saeyoung reach out for me as I did so. I pulled my arm back, his hand just missing my wrist, his brows curled together in worry. I took a step back, placing my hand on my forehead, my breathing uneven and shaky. The room felt hot- I felt hot.

"I... I need to go, for now... I'll talk to you later..." I ran past them, bolting into my room, grabbing my phone, hastily throwing some clothes into a bag, running back out of the room in the same instance, desperately trying not to think of anything- nothing but the direction where my feet were taking me.

Soon enough I was outside of Yoosung's apartment- by some small blessing, his next-door neighbour was just heading inside, and as he had seen me enter with Yoosung many times, let me in- probably also swayed as he saw my panicked and disheveled state. I bolted up the stairs, running to Yoosung's door, banging on it desperately, my mind spinning in my panic.

Please be home. Please be home. Please be home...

The door flew open, Yoosung's brows curled together in frustration, his mouth open as though he were about to say something about his door being banged on at this time of the evening- his body was dotted with beads of sweat, bangs pinned back against his forehead, a pale blue tank top hanging loosely on his body- I think I caught him in the middle of cleaning.

The look of frustration fell from his face immediately, replaced with confusion and concern.

"Saeran? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

I stumbled forwards, my legs suddenly feeling weak, and he squeaked in surprise, catching me in unsteady arms. He supported me by my waist, pulling me inside, just beyond the threshold of the door, enough so that he could close it behind me. He ran his hands slowly up and down my back, massaging my hips in his hands softly.

"Saeran? Are you okay..? What's going on?"

I slid my arms around his neck, my body moving down to curl onto the ground, pulling him down with me, and he followed, curling up against me as I crumpled onto the floor, his arms never leaving their position from my waist. I buried my face into his shoulder, shaking my head slowly, and I felt him lean his head against mine gently. I took in a shaky breath, squeezing him hard.

"Please... Just... Just hold me right now."

Yoosung nodded a bit, adjusting his legs so that he could wrap them around my waist as well, his position now resembling that of a koala, his hands massaging into my back, trailing up, and raking through my hair soothingly before making their way back down, repeating this process.

"Okay. Okay, I've got you."

He continued to whisper softly, tenderly into my ear, his tone gentle and soothing, a constant stream of sweet nothings caressing my eardrums as he spoke. I kept my eyes closed, my face buried as far as it could go into his shoulders and neck, my grasp around his neck probably uncomfortable and overbearing at this point, but I didn't have it in me to care. I focused on my breathing, trying my best to take it slow so that I could speak.

"Sae... Saeyoung and Jade are... Pregnant," I squeezed Yoosung a little harder, "I'm going to be an uncle."

Yoosung nodded slowly, still rubbing my back in slow, wide, calming circles.

"Isn't that good news?"

"I," My breath hitched as I spoke, and I closed my eyes again, shaking my head, "I don't know."

I felt Yoosung's hands come to a standstill for a moment before I registered the sensation of his lips curling up into a soft smile against my ear, understanding taking over his features.

"You think you won't be a good uncle."

"I know I won't," My response was immediate, tears stinging behind my eyes as I thought about it, "I don't deserve to be around a child. I think I'll just be awful with them, and to them.

Yoosung hummed low in his throat, his hand running through my hair still, and I felt the tension in my body ebbing away as the motion relaxed me.

"Saeran," He tilted my head up just enough so that I had to look at him, a small smile on his lips, "Babe," I blushed a bit at the use of the pet name, "You're too hard on yourself. You're very sweet and caring- you might have a hard exterior sometimes, but I think you will do great." He placed a tender kiss on my forehead, beaming at me now. "You've always succeeded in making me feel good."

I sighed softly, leaning my forehead against his, defeated, exhausted by my own emotions.

"You... Think so?"

Yoosung grinned, laughing at himself.

"Well if you can make me smile, I'm sure you'll make a kid smile, considering I'm the innocent one. That's similar to a kid, right?"

I nodded slowly, unsure, but still pleased with his response, a small blush on my cheeks.

"If... If you say so."

Yoosung smiled again, lacing his hands into one of mine, bringing it to his lips, placing a tender kiss upon the fingers there.

"I'll be here with you too. We can get through it together, okay?"

I nodded slowly, squeezing his hand in mine, a small smile on the corner of my lips.

"Yeah.. Together."

And that's it for chapter 35!

I can see saeran being such a rad uncle. just a lil scared at first ~

~Pixil-8