ONLY MINE

The Jeon-Styles and Park-Jarustiwa families, who discovered they were neighbors about three years ago, became fast friends, then family. They were even the ones who played matchmaker between Harry and Zayn-an irony they now deeply regretted

"I told Mum that Zayn is such an asshole; he completely ignored Bhaiya the entire night!" Renwarin, still shaken from the unwanted events of the previous night, listened to his older brother Jungkook's rant about their brother-in-law. "I've never seen Zayn Bhaiya be such an asshole to anyone. I was surprised," Jimin, Seokjin's younger brother and Jungkook's new best friend, said. Jungkook nodded, humming in agreement.

"It's all that witch's fault; she ruined Bhaiya's life and had the audacity to call him on his wedding day!" Ren finally snapped out of his daze, his head jerking back toward Methas, who had spoken "She called? Oh my god! And we let our Bhai get married to him?" Jungkook panicked, his eyes wide. Jimin squeezed his hand, shaking his head reassuringly "He didn't pick up; he gave the phone to Joon Bhaiya instead," Methas added, nodding. All four of them sat in the Park-Jarustiwa house, wrapping the gifts for tomorrow's reservation.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Methas nudged Renwarin in the ribs with his elbow and lowered his voice "What?" Renwarin glanced around before focusing on the nervous fidgeting with the hem of a vibrant purple kurta

"That's for Thyme, and you've been fiddling with it for ages. He was drunk and all over you! I saw you two! Now spill, or else..." Methas brandished a small pair of scissors, threateningly, Ren rolled his eyes and pushed the scissors away. "Not here! Mum, I'm going to show Reni what I'm wearing tonight!" He grabbed Ren's hand and stood up, causing Ren to look up at him in surprise. Methas then pulled him along, grinning from ear to ear

As they walked, Renwarin felt a knot of excitement and anxiety tightening in his stomach. He couldn’t shake the lingering memory of Thyme’s drunken behavior. "You know, it wasn’t just him being drunk," Ren said, casting a sidelong glance at Methas. "There was something more... complicated." Methas raised a questioning eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Complicated how? You can't just drop a bombshell like that and leave me hanging!" Ren sighed, knowing he couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. "Okay, fine. He... he confessed something to me while he was tipsy. Something about his feelings."

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Thyme was drunk-far more than he intended to be-but, in his defense, Renwarin looked utterly irresistible. The sheer audacity of Renwarin giggling with Naravit while looking so adorable made Thyme's blood simmer with a jealous rage.

"Can you sit still, at least?" Ren asked, seated on the floor of one of the venue's vast rooms. Thyme was draped over him, his head resting in Ren's lap, a contented smile plastered on his face from being so close to his crush. "You're cute," Ren said, tilting his head back and sighing, having heard the same compliment countless times. "Why did I even offer to help you?" he muttered to himself, as Thyme snuggled further into his lap "Get up, Thyme. Everyone's going to start looking for us." He cupped Thyme's face, attempting to rouse him, but predictably, Thyme didn't budge. "Pond isn't suitable for you; he has a completely different personality from yours," he mumbled, making Ren want to repeatedly smack his head "I don't care. I'm not listening until you get up." Thyme abruptly lifted his head and sat upright, only to immediately flop back over Ren, this time hooking his chin over Ren's shoulder. "Okay, I'm up now," Thyme murmured, wrapping his arms around Ren's waist and relaxing, rubbing his cheek against Ren's shoulder and leaning into him "Can you splash some water on your face and get out of this room?" Ren's annoyance was escalating, and his patience was wearing thin. To make matters worse, Thyme's weight was pressing him against the wall "No, you listen to me first. Don't talk to Pond; he's not good for you." "Yes, everyone is bad for me, I get it. Now get up." Thyme pulled back with a pout and shook his head, his arms tightening around Ren in a possessive embrace "I am good for you. I will be good for you—if I'm not already." Ren huffed at Thyme's drunken, childish behavior.

Zayn wrapped the towel around his waist and rubbed his eyes, shuffling toward the door. He leaned against the wall, yawning sleepily, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. "Haz~ oh? Why are you awake?" Yeon was surprised to see his son opening the door instead of his son-in-law "Because you were knocking, Papa," Zayn replied, resting his head against the door frame. Yeon reached out to check Zayn's temperature. "You're fine. Wake Harry; there's a lot to do~ He's asleep," Zayn said, and Yeon narrowed his eyes, fluttering his lashes. "Yes, I know. He can sleep all he wants at night, but we need him now." Yeon started to walk away but stopped when he heard a groan "What? Are you okay?" It was Louis, giving Zayn a pointed look. "Your son's wearing a towel. Haz won't be out soon; let's go." Yeon simply closed his eyes and fluttered his lashes. "Lou, there are some things I'd rather not know," Zayn said, flipping Louis the middle finger as Yeon walked off. "You have four sons, Yeon Cha. Don't be like that! Your mother-in-law also has four sons, Lou. I'll tell Haz to talk to her about you and Liam next time," Yeon called back, covering his ears as Louis chased after him, cradling his three-month-old belly and letting out a screech.

Zayn's heart raced as he watched Harry's peaceful expression, the soft rise and fall of his chest only intensifying the turmoil within him. It was infuriating to feel this way~so vulnerable and exposed, while Harry remained so serene. He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to spill over, Why did he care so much? Why did it hurt to see Harry so carefree, while he felt like he was drowning in a sea of frustration and confusion? Zayn took a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm raging within him

"Hey, wake the fuck up!" Zayn said, yanking the last of the blankets from Harry's form. Harry didn’t budge; he groaned and squirmed, curling into a tighter ball as he burrowed deeper into the mattress. Zayn clenched his jaw in frustration. Taking a deep breath, he tried to rein in his irritation. "It's nine a.m. Papa needs you downstairs," he said, his voice a mix of annoyance and amusement

Harry shook his head, his face pressed against the pillow. He looked adorable~so adorable that Zayn's fragile heart ached. So, he walked to the bedside table and grabbed the glass of water. "HARRY STYLES, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Zayn shouted, throwing the water onto Harry's face. Harry jerked upright, gasping. He blinked rapidly, water dripping down his face, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "Mr. Malik?" Zayn rolled his eyes and set the glass down as Harry wiped the water away. "Papa needs you," Zayn said, and with that, he picked up a towel and headed toward the bathroom.

Harry knocked on the bathroom door, waiting for Zayn to emerge. He held his back, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through him with every movement. "Just come in," Zayn ordered, leaving Harry standing dumbfounded outside. Harry blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by Zayn's commanding tone. "Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating at the bathroom's threshold. "Oh, for fuck's sake, just come in," Zayn groaned, cracking the door open. Before Harry could move, a hand reached out and pulled him inside, causing him to stumble slightly. The door slammed shut behind him. "Stand still," Zayn instructed. Harry remained frozen, his legs feeling like lead. Zayn, meanwhile, squeezed a small amount of ointment onto his fingers and positioned himself behind Harry.

"Where did I hurt you?" Harry stared at Zayn idiotically through the mirror, waiting for an answer. "Harreh?" Zayn arched his brows, looking at him through the reflection. "My ass?" Harry swore he saw a subtle smirk on Zayn's lips, "I will figure that out later. I’m talking about when I shoved you- where you got hit." Harry nodded in understanding and reached his hand back over his rib, only to retrieve it with a wince. Zayn's expression shifted to one of concern as he watched Harry's reaction. "Does it hurt that much?" he asked, stepping closer. "Just a little," Harry replied, trying to downplay it, but the grimace on his face betrayed him "Okay, hold still," Harry almost moaned as the cooling sensation spread across his skin. "Don't work too much. If Papa asks you to do anything heavy, just tell him I told you not to." Harry watched him like an idiot again, blinking at him. "So, about your ass- bend down and spread open." Harry snapped his head back at Zayn, his eyes widening in shock ,Zayn's playful smirk only grew as he watched Harry's reaction. "What? You said I hurt you there" he teased, clearly enjoying the moment. Harry's cheeks flushed, a mix of surprise and embarrassment flooding through him. "I~ uh, I didn’t mean it like that!" he stammered, trying to regain his composure.Zayn chuckled, stepping closer. "Come on, don’t act so shocked. You’ve done that so many times by now." Harry looked around, not wanting to meet Zayn's eyes."Harrehh~ be quick," Zayn urged, Harry gulped and leaned forward on the counter, spreading his legs. Zayn nodded, clearly pleased. "Hold this position." Harry looked back, confused, as Zayn ran out of the bathroom, As Harry held the position, he felt a mix of anticipation and confusion. "Mr Malik? Where are you going?" he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the empty bathroom. Zayn's voice floated back from somewhere down the hall. "Just a second! I’ll be right back!" Harry furrowed his brow, unsure of what Zayn was up to. He shifted slightly, trying to maintain his balance on the counter while keeping his legs spread as instructed. The moment felt both awkward and strangely exhilarating

After a few moments that felt like an eternity, Zayn returned, holding a tray of ice in his hand. Harry tried to adjust himself "Calm down," Zayn said, putting the tray down and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. Harry nodded, feeling embarrassed. Zayn took a piece of ice and ran it down Harry's spine, Harry shivered at the sudden coldness of the ice against his skin, a jolt of sensation racing through him "Mr. Ma~" The words trailed off as Zayn carefully slid an ice cube into Harry's ass crack, just enough, but not too much. Harry's head tilted, resting on Zayn's shoulder, seemingly unaware . Zayn continued the action, the ice gradually melting into a puddle in his palm "Feels good," Harry moaned. Zayn unconsciously gripped him tighter, rubbing his hand up and down Harry's side. "Next time, if I'm too rough, speak up," Zayn said. His fingers were numb by now, but he had an urge to play with Harry's entrance "Would soft fingering be too much for you?" Harry fluttered his eyes open, suddenly aware of his naked body pressed against Zayn's "I~" Harry gulped, speechless. He shook his head. Zayn interpreted that as permission, though he'd have proceeded regardless. This time, however, he prioritized Harry's comfort above all else

Harry's leg buckled, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable. Zayn's breath hitched as he came, his release coating Harry's hand. In the midst of Zayn's three fingers stretching him, and the tender nibbles on his skin, Harry had decided to pleasure his husband in return "Let's get you a shower, then we'll go downstairs, okay?" Harry nodded softly as Zayn lifted him into his arms, bridal style, and carried him to the shower...

Zayn squeezed body wash onto his palms. Harry kept his eyes closed, enjoying the warm water cascading over him. Zayn rubbed the wash between his hands, creating a rich lather, before gently applying it to Harry's body. Harry shivered and flinched slightly "You should be familiar with my touch by now." Zayn didn't bother to look at Harry's reaction, though he felt a pang of disappointment "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not used to this." Zayn raised his eyebrows as he rinsed his hands, the water washing away the soap from Harry's body. "Why? Your boyfriend~ the one who got you pregnant~ never did this for you?" Harry's eyes widened, hearing the mockery in Zayn's voice "I~ I should go. Everyone's waiting for me down~ I didn't give you permission to go yet, Harry. Stand still." Zayn trapped him between himself and the wall "Your hair is all tangled; you need regular conditioning. You have curly hair, Harry, at least learn to take care of it."Harry remained silent, observing Zayn's actions, which were the strangest he'd witnessed in recent months...

~

Harry hurried down the stairs, spotting a displeased Yeon and a grinning Louis. "Sorry, I was~ Yeah, we know," Louis interrupted, handing Harry a glass of juice. "You haven't had anything since morning. Drink this, then we'll decide what to cook today." Harry took the glass from Louis's hand and looked down shyly. "He's become a sex freak these days. He wasn't like that with his previous partner. I hardly heard any moans back then, and now whenever I'm in my room, I hear groans or your screams. How are you handling him?" Harry playfully glared at him, relieved Louis had whispered those words in his ear "Where's Jinnie?" Harry took a sip and set down the glass. Louis sighed, glancing at the glass and shaking his head. Harry had been like this since becoming the eldest son-in-law- no time to eat, no time to drink, always working on something. Most of the time, he ends up in Zayn's arms with low blood pressure, and Zayn yelling at everyone "Jinnie's here!" Seokjin ran out of the kitchen, jumping with excitement. "I've never seen someone so happy about not seeing their husband for one night," Louis said, shaking his head and laughing as he pushed the glass back towards Harry. Seokjin arched his eyebrows and glanced at the glass. "His Highness hasn't had anything all day, and drinking just this is causing him extreme discomfort," Louis said dramatically. Harry snatched the glass from him "Good. Drink up first, then I'll tell you the plan for tonight." Seokjin crossed his arms and urged Harry to drink, his expression stern

Harry wiped his mouth, having somehow managed to gulp down the juice. Louis took the glass with a wide smile and pinched Harry's cheeks. "Sometimes I feel like Haz is giving me a demo of how my baby's gonna be, you know, preparing me" Seokjin let out a loud chuckle as Harry pouted, giving them puppy eyes. "Haz, if you're done with your jokes, come help me and Rang in the kitchen." Harry's face fell immediately. "Yes, Papa, I'm coming." Before Seokjin could stop him, Harry had rushed into the kitchen. "His only fault was that his boyfriend betrayed him, can you believe that? Papa hates him for something he had no control over." Louis sighed and placed the glass down roughly, then grabbed Seokjin's hand and walked towards the kitchen

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UNKNOWN NUMBER 

Zayn, just pick up my phone once. 

I know you married him to get revenge on me. 

I'm sorry. I know I messed up, but I was young, and he manipulated me. 

Please give me one chance. I know you still love me

You blocked the number

"So many delusional people are roaming around freely." He threw the phone down and stretched his arms. Harry had, yet again, laid out his clothes before going downstairs. Zayn knew he had to get up, but he didn't want to. "You're becoming a sex addict day by day." Zayn flinched, startled, and glanced at the doorway where the voice came from. "For fuck's sake, Liam, you scared me." Liam rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him as he entered the room. "He's quite a bit younger than you, Zee. Give him a good life. Spend some time with him like a normal human being." Although Zayn was only a year and a half older than Liam, Liam always ended up being the older brother in every situation. "We're in our honeymoon period, what can I say?" Zayn shrugged as Liam pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket "Then take him on a honeymoon~ Too expensive, can't afford it." Liam closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again. "You own a production house. You're one of the richest producers, Zee. At least say something believable." Zayn picked up the white kurta and glanced at Liam. "Okay, here's something believable: I'll just be fucking him there, too, so why waste money?" Zayn motioned for Liam to pass him the lit cigarette. "And for goodness' sake, stop wearing these black and white clothes. You have a young husband~ he can give you all the color you need in your life." Zayn chuckled bitterly, and Liam scratched his temple with his thumb. "He was almost giving me a baby~ that wasn't mine, by the way. And as for these clothes, these are the only colors of truth; others are just painted on." Zayn clicked his tongue and looked back at Liam, inhaling a drag of smoke. Liam arched his eyebrows, knowing his brother so well. "Tasha?" Liam asked, and Zayn nodded, motioning for Liam to pick up his phone. "I blocked her number immediately. Can't afford any more bullshit. Bullshit causes me to drink more, and drinking causes bad sexual performance." Liam laughed, shaking his head as he scrolled through the messages.

Namjoon and the others sat in the other sitting room, which connected to their garden. "I don't like these stupid rituals. What do you mean I can't see my own husband for a night?" Namjoon protested, as the elders chuckled and shook their heads. "Hold your horses for one night, Joonie. It's not that bad." Zayn came in, rolling up his sleeves, and patted Namjoon's back. "Easy for you to say. You and Tasha were literally texting each other." Namjoon stopped, realizing what he'd said, and his eyes shot up at Zayn, horrified. But Zayn didn't seem to care "Breakfast will be a little late, but tea and snacks are here." Harry announced with a wide smile, having definitely heard Namjoon, because Seokjin was glaring at him from behind. "Why are you up so early, Hazza? You were up all night. You should have slept in a bit longer." Andrea asked, Harry knelt on the floor, placing the cups and plates on the table. Zayn's eyes were fixed on Harry; he hadn't been aware of this news at all "It's fine, I'll sleep in between. Also, Rang Cha asked what the lunch menu should be today. We'll be having friends over for lunch as well." Harry questioned. Louis came running, making Liam panic; he had just sat down. "Lou!" Louis stopped, his glare fixed on Harry. "I told you I could take care of this here. Why don't you listen?" Harry, as usual, made sure everyone had their food. "Talk to me when you're not pregnant. Then maybe I'll listen to you, but for now, you're not doing anything." Harry sat up, struggling slightly, but kept a wide smile on his face

"Have you eaten anything?" Zayn grabbed his waist and stopped him. Harry looked around, slightly embarrassed. "Ye~ah~" Zayn's jaw tightened as Harry stuttered, clearly lying. "Sit down and eat, and don't lie to me again." Gong brought the cup to his mouth, then paused, looking at Zayn "When I was telling you to eat, you weren't listening. Now deal with your psychopathic husband." Louis said with a sass, as Namjoon spat out his drink. "What the fuck, Joona?" Hoseok cringed, scooting away. He was doing something really important on his laptop "Sorry, but Louis needs to stop blurting out the truth like that," Namjoon said. Zayn, who was paying them absolutely no attention, took his plate from the table and held it in front of Harry. "Either you eat here right now, or you do absolutely no work around the house. Your choice." Harry looked at Donna, their grandmother, for help, but she just shrugged. "Will you eat or i have to force feed you" Harry swallowed thickly and met Zayn's eyes "I will eat later, i promise" Harry was trapped between Zayn and the sofa, his escape completely cut off. Zayn tore off a piece of the paratha, the warm scent of spiced potatoes and cottage cheese filling the space between them. He held it in front of Harry’s lips, his voice low and edged with impatience. "I don’t have all day, Harreh." Harry’s face burned with embarrassment. His gaze flickered downward before he let out a quiet sigh, hesitating for only a moment before finally taking the piece into his mouth.

Zayn only released Harry once he had finished the entire paratha, his intense gaze lingering as if making sure Harry wouldn’t dare leave anything behind. Now, with his attention seemingly elsewhere, Zayn scrolled through his phone, casually eating the remaining one as if nothing had happened.

Hoseok, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, was practically itching to tease him. He had even rushed through his work just for this moment. But with all their parents sitting there-watching, listening-he knew better than to open his mouth. Still, he shot Namjoon a knowing look across the table, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. Namjoon only sighed, shaking his head as if to say, Don’t even think about it.

Meanwhile, Harry busied himself in the kitchen, following Yeon’s instructions with quiet focus. His hands moved carefully, measuring ingredients and stirring the pot as if the simple tasks could ground him, keep his mind from spiraling. But he wasn’t oblivious. He could feel Louis’ smirk from across the room, the amusement practically radiating off him. And then there was Seokjin-watching him with questioning eyes, as if trying to piece together something unsaid. Harry kept his gaze down, pretending not to notice, but the weight of their scrutiny made his chest tighten. He knew exactly what they were thinking. "Zayn has a really strange mixture of being a raging psychopath and a nonchalant, caring lover," Louis remarked, leaning against the counter as he poured water into the pot, letting it mix with the simmering curry. Harry’s hands faltered for a second, barely noticeable, but Seokjin caught it. His eyes flickered toward Harry before he turned back to Louis with a sigh. "That’s because he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing," Seokjin muttered, arms crossed. Louis scoffed. "Oh, he knows-he just refuses to acknowledge it. Classic control freak behavior." Harry bit his lip, pretending to focus on chopping vegetables, "If you cut your fingers, we’ll all get scolded by Zayn. Just hand it over and go get lost in your dream world," Louis said, leaning forward with a teasing grin. Harry groaned, huffing in frustration as he resumed chopping the onions-this time with a little too much force. The sharp scent stung his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the heat crawling up his face. "Stop teasing him so much, Lou," Seokjin chimed in, smirking as he effortlessly plucked the knife from Harry’s grip. "He’s already turning tomato red." Harry let out an exasperated sigh, his flushed face only encouraging them more. Louis snickered, nudging Seokjin. "Maybe Zayn’s brand of insanity is rubbing off on him." Harry shot them both a glare, but with his pink cheeks and slightly puffed lips, it only made him look more flustered- much to their amusement.