Insanity...In a Fun Way (Chapter 15)
Title: Insanity...In a Fun Way
Pairings: Yunjae, Yoosu and Changmin/OC
Genre: Angst, romance, drama, MPREG
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Summary: Utter chaos breaks out in Dong Bang Shin Ki when two of the band memebers are expecting children at the same time.
Warnings: Yeah, this is a Mpreg story. That means that two guys are going to get pregnant and have children. Got a problem with that idea? Oh well, just don't read. As always, none of my rated scenes will be marked. So read at your own discretion. Thank you!
Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)(12) (13) (14)
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“Aright everyone, why don’t we work on our breathing exercises?” A chipper, female voice rang through the small room, issuing from a slender female at the front of the room. Her black hair was pulled away from her face, a few rebellious strands breaking free to hang loosly around her neck. Her smile seemed almost too bright, as if it was a carefully maintained mask that was stuck to her face in an ever-frozen expression.
“Are you both doing alright?” She asked as she strolled past Yunho and Jaejoong, who were sitting on the floor, Jaejoong behind Yunho with the younger males back against his chest.
“We’re fine, thank you.” Jaejoong responded with a smile that didn’t leave until the woman had walked away. “Does she creep you out?” Jaejoong whispered into Yunho’s ear as he ran his hands lightly over Yunho’s stomach.
“Tch, yes.” Yunho whispered back as he let his head rest against Jaejoong’s shoulder. “That feels good, Jae.” Yunho breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as Jaejoong’s hands danced across his stomach.
Jaejoong hmphed at Yunho’s reply, his eyes absently flickering about the room, “And have you noticed that we’re the only male couple here.” He added in a whisper, glancing around at all the wives working through their breathing exercises with their husbands.
“Junsu and Yoochun are here, too.” Yunho murmured back, sounding as if he were about to drift off to sleep.
Jaejoong’s hand stilled on Yunho’s stomach when he heard a soft click and then a chuckle come from the space behind him.
“Changmin, I’m going to kill you if you take anymore pictures.” Jaejoong growled, twisting slightly so he could glare at the groups’ youngest member.
“Hyung, I would have thought that you, being a proud, expecting parent, would want the days before your child’s birth to be documented.” Changmin responded in an innocent voice, gesturing towards the black camera in his left hand.
“That may be true, but I don’t have any make-up on and I don’t want the 'days before my child’s birth' to be spread around the internet.” Jaejoong snapped back, eyes narrowing in a warning glare.
“You two are giving me a headache.” Yunho moaned, his hands coming up to rub at his closed eyes.
“I’m sorry, Yunho.” Jaejoong breathed, his hands once again smoothing over Yunho’s stomach in a gentle massage. He was tired of constantly moving and doing. He wanted to simply relax into his lovers embrace and enjoy their new child together.
Everything was too fast, racing about him in a whirlwind of screaming fans and frayed emotions. Changmin, Yoochun and he were the only ones making television appearances and all thoughts of a public performance were shot down the moment the idea was passed by the doctor.
The doctor had informed them that Junsu’s state was too unpredictable to allow him to do something as emotionally and physically stressful as performing on stage. They had thought about performing with just the three of them, but their manager had insisted that the fans wouldn’t take well to a concert with just the three of them.
“It’s fine, Jaejoong.” Yunho breathed softly, his voice slightly groggy and sleepy sounding.
“Do you need help with your breathing exercise?” The cheery woman came back to stand in front of Yunho and Jaejoong, her hands placed on her hips and an incredibly sweet smile plastered across her face.
“We’re fine, thanks.” Jaejoong found himself nearly growling at the woman. He felt unreasonably threatened by her, as if she were going to spirit Yunho away from him.
“It can’t hurt to have someone show you, though. Just to make sure you’re doing things correctly.” She fired back in a voice that seemed to never lose its cheer . Jaejoong suppressed a shudder.
“So you want to make sure that when you’re behind him…” She trailed off and fell to her knees behind Jaejoong, her hands snaking around his waist and resting on his stomach, “that you message his stomach in small circles, like this.” Her fingers pressed into Jaejoong’s smooth abdomen as she spoke.
Yunho turned around slightly, dark eyes wondering across Jaejoong being smothered by their teacher. He felt an instance of hot jealousy pulsing through his veins and had to struggle to keep from pulling Jaejoong away from that woman’s dirty grip.
“Right, I think I’ve got it.” Jaejoong breathed in a slightly annoyed voice, hands coming up to capture the smaller hands of the woman who was plastered against his back. “But I think Yoochun and Junsu are having a few problems with the breathing.” Jaejoong added as he tried to pry the vice-like grip off of his stomach.
“Oh no, they’re doing just fine.” She giggled lightly, making Jaejoong sick. It was becoming perfectly clear to him now why he had never had a sexual interest in woman at all. He couldn’t stand this clinging and giggling.
“Well then, if you wouldn’t mind taking your hands off my husband.” Yunho cut in then, voice dark and commanding. There was a slight gleam in his eyes that clearly said he was not in the mood to play.
“Right…” One look at Yunho’s face and the girl was quickly back on her feet, hands held lightly behind her back. She blushed slightly and cleared her throat, hazel eyes glancing from side to side before she strode off across the room, sickly sweet voice back in play.
“I can’t believe she dared to make a move on you when I was sitting right here.” Yunho growled at the woman’s back as she walked away, his eyes narrowed in a dark glare. “I knew these classes were a bad ide-” Yunho cut off mid-sentence and pulled in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezing shut as his hands moved to his stomach.
“What’s wrong, Yunnie-ah?” Jaejoong breathed as he moved closer to Yunho, his own hands resting lightly against Yunho’s swollen abdomen. His obvious concern for the younger male was obvious on his face and the love in his voice was unmistakable.
“Contractions.” Yunho managed to gasp between deep breaths of pain, his eyes still closed as he gripped at his stomach.
“It’s not time…surely it’s not time!” Jaejoong felt panic beginning to creep through his veins, his hands clenching around the material of Yunho’s shirt as he stared at his husband with panicked eyes.
“Here, let me see.” The teacher had come back over to the two, her hands already smoothing over Yunho’s stomach, her cheery look had been replaced by a look of seriousness and she hardly seemed to notice Jaejoong anymore.
I silent minute passed over the group, Yunho still panting slightly but seeming to be more relaxed.
Jaejoong was watching with concerned eyes, his body slightly tense as if he were ready to jump up and run to Yunho’s rescue.
“Alright, looks like you’ve still got more time before this little one decides to make an appearance.” The teacher breathed with a soft laugh as she stood from her kneeling position.
Jaejoong let a slightly odd laugh that bordered on hysteria, his hands gripping at his hair. “That’s the fourth time this week.” He groaned and let his head fall back slightly, eyes closed as he tried to imagine this going on for the rest of Yunho’s pregnancy.
“Ah, then you’re probably going to deliver soon.” The woman told Yunho as she smoothed back her black hair and eyed the two men sitting on the floor. I would suggest that you take it easy these next few days.”
Jaejoong wanted to tell her to get lost and to stop trying to take care of his husband, but he pursed his lips and slowly stood from the floor. “Right, thank you for your time.” He just managed to keep his tone civil for that short sentence. “I think we should go home and let you rest, Yunnie-ah.” Jaejoong added in a softer voice as he glanced down at the form of his sitting husband.
“I think that would be a good idea.” Yunho responded with a soft smile up at Jaejoong. “My back hurts anyway.” He sighed softly and reached a hand around to rub the muscles in the small of his back.
“I could help you message your back if you want me to.” The overly bubbly teacher jumped in, hopeful eyes skipping from Jaejoong to Yunho.
“No, no, I can help him with that.” Jaejoong cut in, eyes narrowing slightly despite his best effort not to get angry at the girl for encroaching upon his relationship with Yunho.
She seemed slightly quailed by Jaejoong’s sharp reaction and backed-off, “Alright then, I guess I’ll see you all next week then.” She blushed slightly and looked around the room as if she had something important to do.
“You will definitely see them next week.” Changmin jumped in at that moment as he hefted Yunho off the floor. “After all, they just love coming to this class.” He turned to Jaejoong and gave the older male and evil grin as he began to speak again, “Especially Jaejoong. He just can’t wait to get to class ever Monday.”
A pleased blush spread across the female’s dusky cheeks, her head tilting down in embarrassment. “Really? I’m so glad that you want to come to class.” As she spoke she rested a hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder, slender fingers tapping a staccato tattoo against the fabric of his shirt.
“Right, well seeing as how class is over…” Yunho cut into the conversation, stepping forward and swinging his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulders, “I think we will be going.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her hand slide from Jaejoong’s shoulder and down the length of his arm before coming to rest back at her side.
“Have a good day.” She beamed at them with a large smile, eyes twinkling as they watched Jaejoong leave the center.
“Didn’t I say she was creepy?” Jaejoong growled as soon as they made it to the safety of the car. “I told you that she was pure evil.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced over at Yunho, gauging his reaction.
“Yes, she is evil.” Yunho growled without hesitation, eyes slightly dark, “I swear that I couldn’t have lasted much longer if she’d kept on touching you. You’re mine and no one is allowed to touch you without my permission.”
Jaejoong could imagine a lot of trouble arising from allowing Yunho to imagine that statement to be true. However, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Yunho that his theory wasn’t exactly correct. It wasn’t as if he minded the idea of belonging to Yunho, he just didn’t like the extreme possessive behavior that Yunho tended to show whenever Jaejoong started to get close to anyone.
“I’m sure you made that fact clear enough today.” Jaejoong sighed softly as he rested his head against the back of his chair, eyes fluttering shut slightly.
“You know, I imagine things wouldn’t have been half so bad if Changmin had just kept his fat mouth shut.” Yoochun suddenly filled the silence, an evil grin aimed towards Changmin’s scowling face.
“That’s hardly true.” Changmin quickly jumped to his own defense, the tone of his voice slightly pouting. “I gave Yunho-hyung the perfect moment to assert his claim over Jaejoong. You should really be thanking me.”
“Changmin, I swear that as soon as this pregnancy is over, I’m going to make you suffer just as much as you are making me suffer.” Jaejoong growled, turning slightly in his seat so he could glare at the youngest member of the group.
“Did you hear that, Hyung?” Changmin breathed as he leaned towards Yunho’s form. “Jaejoong said that this pregnancy is making him suffer.” He shook his head slightly, a look of disappointment lingering in his dark eyes.
Yunho tensed slightly at Changmin’s words, his brow furrowing slightly as he glanced towards Jaejoong. “Are you suffering, Jae-Boo?” He breathed softly, dark eyes looking guilty and pained.
Jaejoong took a calming breath, fighting off the anger he felt at Changmin. The youngest member was just teasing him, but this teasing could end with Jaejoong and Yunho straining their already thin relationship and Jaejoong really didn’t need that to happen.
“I’m a little tired, Yunho.” Jaejoong responded in a soft voice, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. “But I’m not suffering because of the pregnancy. I’m suffering because Changmin is intent upon making me all stressed and cranky.” Jaejoong added the last part with an adorable pout, his lower lip sticking out slightly and his eyes growing larger. The pout had just the effect that Jaejoong had desired.
Yunho’s face of despair crumpled into one of complete concern, his eyes large and pitying as he stared at Jaejoong, “I’m so sorry Jae-Boo.” He nearly cooed, his hands coming out to capture Jaejoong’s hands in his own, “I’ll make sure that he leaves you alone.” He added in a slightly darker voice as he turned and shot a dark look back at Changmin.
“That’s so not fair!” Changmin barked, crossing his arms over his chest, “All he has to do is bring out that baby pout and Hyung is putty in his hands.” He finished with a dramatic sigh and pushed back into his chair, eyes rolling slightly.
“That’s enough, Changmin. I don’t want you making Jaejoong any more stressed.” Yunho smoothed a hand down Jaejoong’s arm, a soft smile aimed at his husband as he spoke.
Jaejoong cast a slight smirk towards Changmin when Yunho glanced away, his eyebrows wiggling slightly before he turned back and snuggled against Yunho’s shoulder with a content sigh.
“How are you doing, Junsu?” Changmin asked, deciding to move the conversation away from Jaejoong and Yunho .
“I’m doing fine.” Junsu shrugged his shoulders, eyes still glued out the tinted window as if there were some interesting thing there to hold his attention.
“Are you starting to pick out names for the babies?” Changmin nudged again, seeking to get more than a sentence out of the older boy.
Junsu sighed and turned his gaze towards Changmin, “I don’t know, we’re still trying to decide.” He fell silent and stared at Changmin with an empty gaze as if he had simply resigned to answering Changmin’s queries.
“If you keep frowning like that, then you’re going to get some major wrinkles.” Changmin whispered, pulling a reluctant smile to Junsu’s lips.
“Did you take your medicine at lunch, Su?” Yoochun questioned, cutting into the conversation between the two younger boys.
“Uh, yeah I took it right before we left the restaurant.” Junsu responded in a soft voice, his fingers curling around Yoochun’s hand.
It seemed that Junsu was getting slowly better. Yoochun had known that Junsu was very happy about the news of the twins. It had shocked Yoochun slightly that Junsu would be so happy over yet another baby to add to the mix. The doctor had told Yoochun that since the medicine was taking some effect Junsu might start acting like usual. He was still rather depressed and tended to spend most of his time alone; however, whenever Yoochun showed an inclination of wanting to spend time together, Junsu would drop what he was doing and snuggle into Yoochun’s arms to watch a movie or read a book. So there was hope in that perspective, but the doctor had also warned Yoochun that there was a possibility of Junsu suffering Post Partum Depression after the birth of the babies.
“Do you want to eat Ramen with me today?” Yoochun whispered in Junsu’s ear, pulling in a deep breath of the younger boy’s scent.
“How very romantic.” Junsu laughed softly, letting his head rest against Yoochun’s shoulder with a sigh.
“Hey, I would take you out to a five-star restaurant if there wasn’t a nation of fans chasing after us and trying to sit at our table and snapping pictures of our romantic evening. Besides, do you really want to get out and travel around the town?” Yoochun whispered softly, encircling Junsu’s shoulder with his left arm.
“I guess that’s true.” Junsu nodded his head slightly before lifting his head and kissing Yoochun softly on the lips.
Yoochun felt a thrill of happiness washing through his body at Junsu’s small show of affection. This was why he had been holding on through this difficult period of time. Just the simple fact that Junsu was initiating contact between the two of them was enough to make Yoochun happy for the rest of the day. He just hoped that the rest of the days of the pregnancy would be happy.
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“Jae…ah! Jae, wake-up!” Yunho groaned into the darkness of his bedroom, hands clutched around his stomach. “Jaejoong!” He groaned, rocking slightly as if this would help ease the pains of the contractions.
Jaejoong stirred slightly, rolling onto his back as his eyes fluttered open to be greeted by darkness. “Yunho?” He groaned softly, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Jae, I think the baby is coming now!” Yunho gasped quickly, groaning deep in his throat as another contraction crashed through him.
“W-W-what? N-Now? “ Jaejoong gasped in horror, panic crashing over him as he tried to grasp the situation. Yunho was giving birth to their baby now? Right now? Jaejoong glanced around the darkened room as if the solution to his problem would come jumping out of the bathroom or appear on the television screen.
“Ah, so…what do we do?” Jaejoong breathed in a panicked voice, wringing his hands in a rather nervous manner.
“I need to get to the doctor, Jae. Now!” Yunho growled, clutching his stomach tighter as he leaned forward slightly.
“Right…Right…Doctor.” Jaejoong breathed, still glancing about the room as if he were still waiting for something helpful to happen.
“Jae, get the phone, call the hospital and tell them we’re on our way.” Yunho lifted himself from the bed as he spoke, slightly hunched over and clutching at his stomach as he began to walk towards the bathroom.
Jaejoong sat in frozen shock for one moment longer before he jumped from the bed and scooped up his cell phone, hands trembling as he tried to dial the number of the hospital. He’d memorized the number since Yunho had started having false alarms almost four times a week. It had gotten to the point that Yunho couldn’t even say Jaejoong’s name without the older boy rushing into a panic and trying to get Yunho to the car. He couldn’t believe that his son or daughter was about to be brought into the world. He was going to be a father.
“Hello? Yes, my husband is going into labor and we’re coming into the hospital…yeah…uh Doctor Kim Sung Jin. Okay, thank you.” Jaejoong flipped his phone shut and stood for a moment to take a few calming breathes, the panic and excitement in his heart making it hard to do anything with precision.
“Are you ready?” Yunho growled as he shuffled from the bathroom, small suitcase in hand and dressed in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He looked far from happy with a pale face covered in sweat and his hair disheveled and hanging in his face.
“Yeah, I called the hospital and told them we would be coming in soon.” Jaejoong breathed sounding slightly flustered. “Yunho are you really sure that this is it?” Jaejoong felt terrible for second-guessing Yunho, but he didn’t know if he could take go all the way to the hospital for the third time in one week.
“Oh no, Jaejoong, I was just joking, maybe we should just go back to bed and I’ll sleep off the pain.” Yunho growled as he shuffled towards the door, never glancing back at Jaejoong .
“Right, so I guess this is the real thing.” Jaejoong muttered as he followed after Yunho, catching sight of Yoochun and Junsu sitting up from the couch and glancing around with sleepy eyes .
“I’m taking Yunho to the hospital; you guys can come when you’ve had some more sleep.” Jaejoong explained in a rush, adding the last part when he saw a clock that read 4:14 A.M.
“Is it for real this time?” Yoochun muttered as he trudged after Jaejoong.
“He says it is.” Jaejoong shot over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him and rushing down the hall and into the elevator that Yunho was holding open for him.
“Are you doing alright, Yunnie-ah?” He breathed, his hands resting lightly on Yunho’s stomach as if to check if the baby was still there.
“Oh yeah, I’m doing just great.” Yunho winced slightly as he pulled a hand across his head and wiped away the sweat there.
“Right…good, good.”
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The drive to the hospital went fairly smooth, though the contractions were getting worse and Yunho had decided to resort to getting angry to help with the pain. Jaejoong imagined that his ears would still be ringing from the yelling Yunho was doing during the drive to the hospital.
He had checked Yunho into the hospital and was then asked to step into the waiting room; that’s where he’d been for over three hours. Half the time he’d spent pacing the length of the long, white room, his hands clasped behind his back and brow furrowed in a look of deep concern.
He’d been thinking about everything that had happened during the nine months of Yunho’s pregnancy. He remember how jealous he’d been when he found out that Yunho was pregnant; he remembered how hurt the two of them had been in the ensuing weeks and months. It all seemed as if it had happened just days ago, as if their fight about aborting the baby had taken place just the other night, instead of months ago.
He wished he could have gone back and fixed the things he had done wrong during the pregnancy; wished he could go back and fully enjoy the time that Yunho was expecting their first child. He had been so blinded by his jealousy of Yunho that he ended missing half of the experience.
Jaejoong collapsed into a chair, ignoring the looks of the other three members as he mentally kicked himself for how stupid he’d been. What if something happened to Yunho? What if the baby didn’t make it? Jaejoong knew that he would regret it for the rest of his life if something happened to either the baby or Yunho.
Jaejoong was pulled from his thoughts when the hospital door swung open and a nurse strolled through the double doors. Seeing as how the four members where the only ones in the waiting room, it seemed that she would only be coming to talk to them.
“Mr. Kim Jaejoong?” She called, her eyes alighting on Jaejoong before he’d even said anything.
“Yes, that’s me.” Jaejoong responded, standing from his chair and striding towards the nurse. He faintly noticed the other three members following after him. “Is everything alright? Is Yunho okay? What about the baby?” Jaejoong shot off the questions rapid fire, his gut twisting with anticipation.
“Everything is fine, Mr. Kim. You are now the father of a baby girl. Congratulations.”
Pairings: Yunjae, Yoosu and Changmin/OC
Genre: Angst, romance, drama, MPREG
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Summary: Utter chaos breaks out in Dong Bang Shin Ki when two of the band memebers are expecting children at the same time.
Warnings: Yeah, this is a Mpreg story. That means that two guys are going to get pregnant and have children. Got a problem with that idea? Oh well, just don't read. As always, none of my rated scenes will be marked. So read at your own discretion. Thank you!
Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)(12) (13) (14)
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“Aright everyone, why don’t we work on our breathing exercises?” A chipper, female voice rang through the small room, issuing from a slender female at the front of the room. Her black hair was pulled away from her face, a few rebellious strands breaking free to hang loosly around her neck. Her smile seemed almost too bright, as if it was a carefully maintained mask that was stuck to her face in an ever-frozen expression.
“Are you both doing alright?” She asked as she strolled past Yunho and Jaejoong, who were sitting on the floor, Jaejoong behind Yunho with the younger males back against his chest.
“We’re fine, thank you.” Jaejoong responded with a smile that didn’t leave until the woman had walked away. “Does she creep you out?” Jaejoong whispered into Yunho’s ear as he ran his hands lightly over Yunho’s stomach.
“Tch, yes.” Yunho whispered back as he let his head rest against Jaejoong’s shoulder. “That feels good, Jae.” Yunho breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as Jaejoong’s hands danced across his stomach.
Jaejoong hmphed at Yunho’s reply, his eyes absently flickering about the room, “And have you noticed that we’re the only male couple here.” He added in a whisper, glancing around at all the wives working through their breathing exercises with their husbands.
“Junsu and Yoochun are here, too.” Yunho murmured back, sounding as if he were about to drift off to sleep.
Jaejoong’s hand stilled on Yunho’s stomach when he heard a soft click and then a chuckle come from the space behind him.
“Changmin, I’m going to kill you if you take anymore pictures.” Jaejoong growled, twisting slightly so he could glare at the groups’ youngest member.
“Hyung, I would have thought that you, being a proud, expecting parent, would want the days before your child’s birth to be documented.” Changmin responded in an innocent voice, gesturing towards the black camera in his left hand.
“That may be true, but I don’t have any make-up on and I don’t want the 'days before my child’s birth' to be spread around the internet.” Jaejoong snapped back, eyes narrowing in a warning glare.
“You two are giving me a headache.” Yunho moaned, his hands coming up to rub at his closed eyes.
“I’m sorry, Yunho.” Jaejoong breathed, his hands once again smoothing over Yunho’s stomach in a gentle massage. He was tired of constantly moving and doing. He wanted to simply relax into his lovers embrace and enjoy their new child together.
Everything was too fast, racing about him in a whirlwind of screaming fans and frayed emotions. Changmin, Yoochun and he were the only ones making television appearances and all thoughts of a public performance were shot down the moment the idea was passed by the doctor.
The doctor had informed them that Junsu’s state was too unpredictable to allow him to do something as emotionally and physically stressful as performing on stage. They had thought about performing with just the three of them, but their manager had insisted that the fans wouldn’t take well to a concert with just the three of them.
“It’s fine, Jaejoong.” Yunho breathed softly, his voice slightly groggy and sleepy sounding.
“Do you need help with your breathing exercise?” The cheery woman came back to stand in front of Yunho and Jaejoong, her hands placed on her hips and an incredibly sweet smile plastered across her face.
“We’re fine, thanks.” Jaejoong found himself nearly growling at the woman. He felt unreasonably threatened by her, as if she were going to spirit Yunho away from him.
“It can’t hurt to have someone show you, though. Just to make sure you’re doing things correctly.” She fired back in a voice that seemed to never lose its cheer . Jaejoong suppressed a shudder.
“So you want to make sure that when you’re behind him…” She trailed off and fell to her knees behind Jaejoong, her hands snaking around his waist and resting on his stomach, “that you message his stomach in small circles, like this.” Her fingers pressed into Jaejoong’s smooth abdomen as she spoke.
Yunho turned around slightly, dark eyes wondering across Jaejoong being smothered by their teacher. He felt an instance of hot jealousy pulsing through his veins and had to struggle to keep from pulling Jaejoong away from that woman’s dirty grip.
“Right, I think I’ve got it.” Jaejoong breathed in a slightly annoyed voice, hands coming up to capture the smaller hands of the woman who was plastered against his back. “But I think Yoochun and Junsu are having a few problems with the breathing.” Jaejoong added as he tried to pry the vice-like grip off of his stomach.
“Oh no, they’re doing just fine.” She giggled lightly, making Jaejoong sick. It was becoming perfectly clear to him now why he had never had a sexual interest in woman at all. He couldn’t stand this clinging and giggling.
“Well then, if you wouldn’t mind taking your hands off my husband.” Yunho cut in then, voice dark and commanding. There was a slight gleam in his eyes that clearly said he was not in the mood to play.
“Right…” One look at Yunho’s face and the girl was quickly back on her feet, hands held lightly behind her back. She blushed slightly and cleared her throat, hazel eyes glancing from side to side before she strode off across the room, sickly sweet voice back in play.
“I can’t believe she dared to make a move on you when I was sitting right here.” Yunho growled at the woman’s back as she walked away, his eyes narrowed in a dark glare. “I knew these classes were a bad ide-” Yunho cut off mid-sentence and pulled in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezing shut as his hands moved to his stomach.
“What’s wrong, Yunnie-ah?” Jaejoong breathed as he moved closer to Yunho, his own hands resting lightly against Yunho’s swollen abdomen. His obvious concern for the younger male was obvious on his face and the love in his voice was unmistakable.
“Contractions.” Yunho managed to gasp between deep breaths of pain, his eyes still closed as he gripped at his stomach.
“It’s not time…surely it’s not time!” Jaejoong felt panic beginning to creep through his veins, his hands clenching around the material of Yunho’s shirt as he stared at his husband with panicked eyes.
“Here, let me see.” The teacher had come back over to the two, her hands already smoothing over Yunho’s stomach, her cheery look had been replaced by a look of seriousness and she hardly seemed to notice Jaejoong anymore.
I silent minute passed over the group, Yunho still panting slightly but seeming to be more relaxed.
Jaejoong was watching with concerned eyes, his body slightly tense as if he were ready to jump up and run to Yunho’s rescue.
“Alright, looks like you’ve still got more time before this little one decides to make an appearance.” The teacher breathed with a soft laugh as she stood from her kneeling position.
Jaejoong let a slightly odd laugh that bordered on hysteria, his hands gripping at his hair. “That’s the fourth time this week.” He groaned and let his head fall back slightly, eyes closed as he tried to imagine this going on for the rest of Yunho’s pregnancy.
“Ah, then you’re probably going to deliver soon.” The woman told Yunho as she smoothed back her black hair and eyed the two men sitting on the floor. I would suggest that you take it easy these next few days.”
Jaejoong wanted to tell her to get lost and to stop trying to take care of his husband, but he pursed his lips and slowly stood from the floor. “Right, thank you for your time.” He just managed to keep his tone civil for that short sentence. “I think we should go home and let you rest, Yunnie-ah.” Jaejoong added in a softer voice as he glanced down at the form of his sitting husband.
“I think that would be a good idea.” Yunho responded with a soft smile up at Jaejoong. “My back hurts anyway.” He sighed softly and reached a hand around to rub the muscles in the small of his back.
“I could help you message your back if you want me to.” The overly bubbly teacher jumped in, hopeful eyes skipping from Jaejoong to Yunho.
“No, no, I can help him with that.” Jaejoong cut in, eyes narrowing slightly despite his best effort not to get angry at the girl for encroaching upon his relationship with Yunho.
She seemed slightly quailed by Jaejoong’s sharp reaction and backed-off, “Alright then, I guess I’ll see you all next week then.” She blushed slightly and looked around the room as if she had something important to do.
“You will definitely see them next week.” Changmin jumped in at that moment as he hefted Yunho off the floor. “After all, they just love coming to this class.” He turned to Jaejoong and gave the older male and evil grin as he began to speak again, “Especially Jaejoong. He just can’t wait to get to class ever Monday.”
A pleased blush spread across the female’s dusky cheeks, her head tilting down in embarrassment. “Really? I’m so glad that you want to come to class.” As she spoke she rested a hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder, slender fingers tapping a staccato tattoo against the fabric of his shirt.
“Right, well seeing as how class is over…” Yunho cut into the conversation, stepping forward and swinging his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulders, “I think we will be going.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her hand slide from Jaejoong’s shoulder and down the length of his arm before coming to rest back at her side.
“Have a good day.” She beamed at them with a large smile, eyes twinkling as they watched Jaejoong leave the center.
“Didn’t I say she was creepy?” Jaejoong growled as soon as they made it to the safety of the car. “I told you that she was pure evil.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced over at Yunho, gauging his reaction.
“Yes, she is evil.” Yunho growled without hesitation, eyes slightly dark, “I swear that I couldn’t have lasted much longer if she’d kept on touching you. You’re mine and no one is allowed to touch you without my permission.”
Jaejoong could imagine a lot of trouble arising from allowing Yunho to imagine that statement to be true. However, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Yunho that his theory wasn’t exactly correct. It wasn’t as if he minded the idea of belonging to Yunho, he just didn’t like the extreme possessive behavior that Yunho tended to show whenever Jaejoong started to get close to anyone.
“I’m sure you made that fact clear enough today.” Jaejoong sighed softly as he rested his head against the back of his chair, eyes fluttering shut slightly.
“You know, I imagine things wouldn’t have been half so bad if Changmin had just kept his fat mouth shut.” Yoochun suddenly filled the silence, an evil grin aimed towards Changmin’s scowling face.
“That’s hardly true.” Changmin quickly jumped to his own defense, the tone of his voice slightly pouting. “I gave Yunho-hyung the perfect moment to assert his claim over Jaejoong. You should really be thanking me.”
“Changmin, I swear that as soon as this pregnancy is over, I’m going to make you suffer just as much as you are making me suffer.” Jaejoong growled, turning slightly in his seat so he could glare at the youngest member of the group.
“Did you hear that, Hyung?” Changmin breathed as he leaned towards Yunho’s form. “Jaejoong said that this pregnancy is making him suffer.” He shook his head slightly, a look of disappointment lingering in his dark eyes.
Yunho tensed slightly at Changmin’s words, his brow furrowing slightly as he glanced towards Jaejoong. “Are you suffering, Jae-Boo?” He breathed softly, dark eyes looking guilty and pained.
Jaejoong took a calming breath, fighting off the anger he felt at Changmin. The youngest member was just teasing him, but this teasing could end with Jaejoong and Yunho straining their already thin relationship and Jaejoong really didn’t need that to happen.
“I’m a little tired, Yunho.” Jaejoong responded in a soft voice, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. “But I’m not suffering because of the pregnancy. I’m suffering because Changmin is intent upon making me all stressed and cranky.” Jaejoong added the last part with an adorable pout, his lower lip sticking out slightly and his eyes growing larger. The pout had just the effect that Jaejoong had desired.
Yunho’s face of despair crumpled into one of complete concern, his eyes large and pitying as he stared at Jaejoong, “I’m so sorry Jae-Boo.” He nearly cooed, his hands coming out to capture Jaejoong’s hands in his own, “I’ll make sure that he leaves you alone.” He added in a slightly darker voice as he turned and shot a dark look back at Changmin.
“That’s so not fair!” Changmin barked, crossing his arms over his chest, “All he has to do is bring out that baby pout and Hyung is putty in his hands.” He finished with a dramatic sigh and pushed back into his chair, eyes rolling slightly.
“That’s enough, Changmin. I don’t want you making Jaejoong any more stressed.” Yunho smoothed a hand down Jaejoong’s arm, a soft smile aimed at his husband as he spoke.
Jaejoong cast a slight smirk towards Changmin when Yunho glanced away, his eyebrows wiggling slightly before he turned back and snuggled against Yunho’s shoulder with a content sigh.
“How are you doing, Junsu?” Changmin asked, deciding to move the conversation away from Jaejoong and Yunho .
“I’m doing fine.” Junsu shrugged his shoulders, eyes still glued out the tinted window as if there were some interesting thing there to hold his attention.
“Are you starting to pick out names for the babies?” Changmin nudged again, seeking to get more than a sentence out of the older boy.
Junsu sighed and turned his gaze towards Changmin, “I don’t know, we’re still trying to decide.” He fell silent and stared at Changmin with an empty gaze as if he had simply resigned to answering Changmin’s queries.
“If you keep frowning like that, then you’re going to get some major wrinkles.” Changmin whispered, pulling a reluctant smile to Junsu’s lips.
“Did you take your medicine at lunch, Su?” Yoochun questioned, cutting into the conversation between the two younger boys.
“Uh, yeah I took it right before we left the restaurant.” Junsu responded in a soft voice, his fingers curling around Yoochun’s hand.
It seemed that Junsu was getting slowly better. Yoochun had known that Junsu was very happy about the news of the twins. It had shocked Yoochun slightly that Junsu would be so happy over yet another baby to add to the mix. The doctor had told Yoochun that since the medicine was taking some effect Junsu might start acting like usual. He was still rather depressed and tended to spend most of his time alone; however, whenever Yoochun showed an inclination of wanting to spend time together, Junsu would drop what he was doing and snuggle into Yoochun’s arms to watch a movie or read a book. So there was hope in that perspective, but the doctor had also warned Yoochun that there was a possibility of Junsu suffering Post Partum Depression after the birth of the babies.
“Do you want to eat Ramen with me today?” Yoochun whispered in Junsu’s ear, pulling in a deep breath of the younger boy’s scent.
“How very romantic.” Junsu laughed softly, letting his head rest against Yoochun’s shoulder with a sigh.
“Hey, I would take you out to a five-star restaurant if there wasn’t a nation of fans chasing after us and trying to sit at our table and snapping pictures of our romantic evening. Besides, do you really want to get out and travel around the town?” Yoochun whispered softly, encircling Junsu’s shoulder with his left arm.
“I guess that’s true.” Junsu nodded his head slightly before lifting his head and kissing Yoochun softly on the lips.
Yoochun felt a thrill of happiness washing through his body at Junsu’s small show of affection. This was why he had been holding on through this difficult period of time. Just the simple fact that Junsu was initiating contact between the two of them was enough to make Yoochun happy for the rest of the day. He just hoped that the rest of the days of the pregnancy would be happy.
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“Jae…ah! Jae, wake-up!” Yunho groaned into the darkness of his bedroom, hands clutched around his stomach. “Jaejoong!” He groaned, rocking slightly as if this would help ease the pains of the contractions.
Jaejoong stirred slightly, rolling onto his back as his eyes fluttered open to be greeted by darkness. “Yunho?” He groaned softly, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Jae, I think the baby is coming now!” Yunho gasped quickly, groaning deep in his throat as another contraction crashed through him.
“W-W-what? N-Now? “ Jaejoong gasped in horror, panic crashing over him as he tried to grasp the situation. Yunho was giving birth to their baby now? Right now? Jaejoong glanced around the darkened room as if the solution to his problem would come jumping out of the bathroom or appear on the television screen.
“Ah, so…what do we do?” Jaejoong breathed in a panicked voice, wringing his hands in a rather nervous manner.
“I need to get to the doctor, Jae. Now!” Yunho growled, clutching his stomach tighter as he leaned forward slightly.
“Right…Right…Doctor.” Jaejoong breathed, still glancing about the room as if he were still waiting for something helpful to happen.
“Jae, get the phone, call the hospital and tell them we’re on our way.” Yunho lifted himself from the bed as he spoke, slightly hunched over and clutching at his stomach as he began to walk towards the bathroom.
Jaejoong sat in frozen shock for one moment longer before he jumped from the bed and scooped up his cell phone, hands trembling as he tried to dial the number of the hospital. He’d memorized the number since Yunho had started having false alarms almost four times a week. It had gotten to the point that Yunho couldn’t even say Jaejoong’s name without the older boy rushing into a panic and trying to get Yunho to the car. He couldn’t believe that his son or daughter was about to be brought into the world. He was going to be a father.
“Hello? Yes, my husband is going into labor and we’re coming into the hospital…yeah…uh Doctor Kim Sung Jin. Okay, thank you.” Jaejoong flipped his phone shut and stood for a moment to take a few calming breathes, the panic and excitement in his heart making it hard to do anything with precision.
“Are you ready?” Yunho growled as he shuffled from the bathroom, small suitcase in hand and dressed in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He looked far from happy with a pale face covered in sweat and his hair disheveled and hanging in his face.
“Yeah, I called the hospital and told them we would be coming in soon.” Jaejoong breathed sounding slightly flustered. “Yunho are you really sure that this is it?” Jaejoong felt terrible for second-guessing Yunho, but he didn’t know if he could take go all the way to the hospital for the third time in one week.
“Oh no, Jaejoong, I was just joking, maybe we should just go back to bed and I’ll sleep off the pain.” Yunho growled as he shuffled towards the door, never glancing back at Jaejoong .
“Right, so I guess this is the real thing.” Jaejoong muttered as he followed after Yunho, catching sight of Yoochun and Junsu sitting up from the couch and glancing around with sleepy eyes .
“I’m taking Yunho to the hospital; you guys can come when you’ve had some more sleep.” Jaejoong explained in a rush, adding the last part when he saw a clock that read 4:14 A.M.
“Is it for real this time?” Yoochun muttered as he trudged after Jaejoong.
“He says it is.” Jaejoong shot over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him and rushing down the hall and into the elevator that Yunho was holding open for him.
“Are you doing alright, Yunnie-ah?” He breathed, his hands resting lightly on Yunho’s stomach as if to check if the baby was still there.
“Oh yeah, I’m doing just great.” Yunho winced slightly as he pulled a hand across his head and wiped away the sweat there.
“Right…good, good.”
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The drive to the hospital went fairly smooth, though the contractions were getting worse and Yunho had decided to resort to getting angry to help with the pain. Jaejoong imagined that his ears would still be ringing from the yelling Yunho was doing during the drive to the hospital.
He had checked Yunho into the hospital and was then asked to step into the waiting room; that’s where he’d been for over three hours. Half the time he’d spent pacing the length of the long, white room, his hands clasped behind his back and brow furrowed in a look of deep concern.
He’d been thinking about everything that had happened during the nine months of Yunho’s pregnancy. He remember how jealous he’d been when he found out that Yunho was pregnant; he remembered how hurt the two of them had been in the ensuing weeks and months. It all seemed as if it had happened just days ago, as if their fight about aborting the baby had taken place just the other night, instead of months ago.
He wished he could have gone back and fixed the things he had done wrong during the pregnancy; wished he could go back and fully enjoy the time that Yunho was expecting their first child. He had been so blinded by his jealousy of Yunho that he ended missing half of the experience.
Jaejoong collapsed into a chair, ignoring the looks of the other three members as he mentally kicked himself for how stupid he’d been. What if something happened to Yunho? What if the baby didn’t make it? Jaejoong knew that he would regret it for the rest of his life if something happened to either the baby or Yunho.
Jaejoong was pulled from his thoughts when the hospital door swung open and a nurse strolled through the double doors. Seeing as how the four members where the only ones in the waiting room, it seemed that she would only be coming to talk to them.
“Mr. Kim Jaejoong?” She called, her eyes alighting on Jaejoong before he’d even said anything.
“Yes, that’s me.” Jaejoong responded, standing from his chair and striding towards the nurse. He faintly noticed the other three members following after him. “Is everything alright? Is Yunho okay? What about the baby?” Jaejoong shot off the questions rapid fire, his gut twisting with anticipation.
“Everything is fine, Mr. Kim. You are now the father of a baby girl. Congratulations.”