Expecting the Unexpected - Second Trimester
Title: Expecting the Unexpected
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu/Changmin
Rating: PG-13 - R
Length: Chaptered (2/5)
Genre: Mpreg, some humour, a hint of romance and a bit of smut
Summary: Wait, what? Men can get pregnant? And Jaejoong and Yunho are both pregnant now, at the same time? Oh my God! But, Jaejoong doesn't know who knocked him up? And Yunho is refusing to say who he slept with? Damn. We'll find out eventually though… right?
A/N: For riseofnoona
First Trimester
Week 14
“I don’t understand why it hasn’t stopped yet,” Yunho whined, clutching the sides of the toilet. “Jaejoong’s barely even feeling sick, so why am I -” His words were cut off as another load of bile forced its way up his throat, causing him to hunch over and release the contents of his stomach once again.
Changmin turned away in disgust but continued patting the leader’s back. “Well, it’s different for everyone. It should ease off soon Hyung, don’t worry.”
“But why can’t it ease off now?”
“I don’t know,” Changmin said through gritted teeth, more than fed up with Yunho and Jaejoong’s random bouts of sulkiness. He flushed the toilet and helped the leader stand up before guiding the older man over to the sink so that he could wash his mouth and face.
Apparently having heard the flush, Jaejoong called from the living room, “Is he done yet?”
“Yes!” Changmin shouted back, giving Yunho another pat on the back before leaving the bathroom. The young man found Jaejoong sprawled on the couch with a plate of cut-up apples and a dollop of mayonnaise on the armrest, watching a rather trashy-looking talk show. Wrinkling his nose at such a hideous combination of food, Changmin sat down on a smaller chair to the side.
Yunho ambled in not long after, flopping down bodily next to Jaejoong on the sofa and laying his head in the lead singer’s lap. His pout could rival Yoochun’s and even Jaejoong’s fingers slowly combing through his hair didn’t seem to help.
“Sorry I can’t be in there with you, Yunnie,” Jaejoong murmured. “It’s just, the smell of sick makes me feel sick and I just got over the morning sickness, so…”
“It’s okay.” Yunho snuggled further into the touch, curling his legs onto the cushions and using his right hand to grip the elder’s thigh. “I understand. Besides, being sick probably isn’t good for the baby. You have to think about it first.” He nuzzled his head backwards into Jaejoong’s abdomen, making the other grin.
“I wish we knew about the sex already,” Changmin mumbled, eyeing the two on the couch.
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. “I knew you were perverted Minnie, but I didn’t know you were that perverted. Besides, I can’t remember the sex I had and Yunho said that he doesn’t want to talk about his, so you’re out of luck. I’m sure that Yoochun will teach you all about if you ask him nicely, though.”
The youngest started spluttering, cheeks burning in embarrassment and eyes even larger that usual. “Hy-Hyung! I didn’t mean it like that! I meant the sex of the babies! Because you keep calling them ‘it’ and it seems wrong and I… I don’t want to know about that sex!”
“Whatever, Min,” Jaejoong smirked widely.
Yunho smiled at his band mates. “The doctor said we could probably find out in a week or two.”
“But again, if you wanted to find out about the other kind of sex sooner, I’m sure Yoochun would help you out.”
Changmin glared at Jaejoong and wished that the other man weren’t pregnant so that he could at least throw a cushion at him or something.
“Speaking of Yoochun and gay sex, don’t you think he’s been acting a little strange lately?” Jaejoong mused, ignoring the scowl being shot his way and continuing to run his fingers through Yunho’s hair.
“Strange how?” The leader asked.
“Well, you know, he’s been saying and implying and suggesting a lot of stuff recently.”
Frowning, Changmin replied, “Isn’t Yoochun-hyung always like that though?”
“Yeah, but now it’s… more suggestive. And they’re things of a certain nature.” At the blank looks he received from the other two, Jaejoong continued. “He’s saying things that he’s never really talked much about before and there are definite implications to what he says.”
“…Jaejoong, we’re not understanding,” Yunho told the lead singer matter-of-factly.
“He appears to have been coming onto Junsu and Changmin,” Jaejoong huffed. “I even heard him ask Junsu if he wanted a practical demonstration of how a man gets pregnant.”
Yunho and Changmin’s shock showed on their faces, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open in an expression of disbelief.
Recovering first, Yunho asked, “What did Su say?”
“I’m not sure he really understood what Yoochun was getting at, actually. He just said that he knew how it worked and looked at Yoochun like he was crazy.”
“And what makes you think he’s coming onto me?” Changmin enquired, one eyebrow raised sceptically.
Jaejoong scoffed. “Oh please, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way he drapes himself all over you, not to mention the fact that he offers to get rid of your virginity every other day.”
“Well, yeah,” Changmin mumbled, blushing. “But that’s just Yoochun. He’s always been touchy-feely and I figured he was just making fun of me with the virginity thing…”
“Even so, teasing like that is a little out of character…”
After a moment’s pause, Yunho asked, “Why do you think he’s acting like that then?”
“I’m not sure.” Jaejoong furrowed his brows. “I think… because we’re both pregnant, so obviously slept with guys, he thinks it’s not taboo to make gay comments and stuff. But just because I slept with a guy, it doesn’t mean I’m gay. I’m still a hundred percent straight.”
“A hundred percent?” Changmin asked disbelievingly, smirking a little. “I thought you said the bits you remembered were very consensual.”
“Okay, fine, so ninety-eight percent straight, whatever.” Jaejoong huffed and unconsciously tightened his fingers in the leader’s hair.
Trying not to wince at the rough treatment, Yunho slowly said, “Well, maybe Yoochun isn’t completely straight either. And maybe he feels more confident expressing it now that he knows he’s not alone. Plus he’d know that we wouldn’t judge him since we’ve obviously both been with a guy and so can’t really blame him if he wanted to do the same thing.”
Changmin and Jaejoong were silent, contemplating Yunho’s words. Only the sound of the television programme that the lead singer had been watching filled the small apartment.
Finally, Jaejoong spoke. “Yunnie, you… You told us that it wasn’t Heechul you slept with -”
“Yeah, Junsu’s just an idiot who doesn’t know how to check the date of a call,” Changmin put in, rolling his eyes. “It makes so much more sense that you deleted the call than for Heechul to have topped you…”
Jaejoong ignored the youngest. “- and we know that you don’t want to say who it actually was and we respect that, but… You never told us why exactly you willingly slept with this guy. Are you… Are you gay?”
Yunho tensed, his shoulders hunching slightly as his grip on Jaejoong’s leg tightened. His eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to see the reactions of the other two. Talking about Yoochun’s possible sexuality was one thing, but talking about his own… He knew that he’d have to admit it at some point, that he couldn’t stay in the closet forever, but revealing one of his deepest, darkest secrets still made him want to run back to the bathroom and throw up again.
Eventually, he whispered, “Yes.”
Jaejoong’s stroking faltered for only a moment before he was carding his fingers through Yunho’s hair once more, soothing the other’s nerves. He acted as though the younger man had said nothing more shocking than that he preferred bananas to oranges and Yunho was beyond grateful for it.
“How long?” The lead singer asked calmly.
Yunho refused to open his eyes and remained in his curled-up position. “Since before we debuted.”
“What!?” Jaejoong’s nails dug into Yunho’s scalp - not enough to be painful, but enough to convey his annoyance. “But you’ve had girlfriends since then!”
“I guess I’m just good at hiding it,” Yunho murmured, shrinking in on himself. “Besides, we were more friends than boyfriend and girlfriend… We never did more than kiss.”
“So how many guys have you been with?” Jaejoong demanded.
“Just that one.”
“He was your first?”
Yunho nodded.
“Hyung, you were a virgin too?” Changmin asked in awe.
The leader’s cheeks infused with red, which was enough of an answer.
“Your first time was a one night stand? Well that sucks,” the youngest murmured, not helping the situation any.
“Yunho… Why didn’t you tell us?” Jaejoong’s voice evidenced the betrayal he felt, the hurt seeping into his tone.
Clenching his hand around the other man’s thigh, as though pleading for forgiveness, Yunho tried to hold back his tears as he quietly replied, “I was afraid of your reactions. I was scared of what you might think of me if you found out the truth. I… I was worried that you wouldn’t accept me. If you’re right about Yoochun, then that’s probably what he’s been feeling, too.”
“Yunho…” Jaejoong sighed heavily. He moved his right hand to rub at the leader’s shoulder whilst the left took up position in the taller man’s dark brown hair, combing through the short strands again. “You’re such an idiot.”
Yunho’s eyes snapped open, his expression confused. He certainly hadn’t been expecting Jaejoong to say that…
“The five of us are a family, aren’t we? A rather odd one, perhaps, but a family nonetheless. If you like guys, you like guys. Who’re we to judge? Doesn’t mean we’ll love you any less or treat you any differently. You’ve been keeping this from us for what - six years? Jesus. It’s not like we’d kick you out the band or anything! You’re almost as bad as Yoochun, I swear. I can’t believe we had to wait until the two of us got knocked up before the two of you owned up to your sexualities. And even then you probably wouldn’t have told us unless we’d asked! At least Yoochun is starting to reveal it in his own greasy perverted way. And- Hey, wait, are you crying? What the hell are you crying for!? That should be me and Changmin, upset that you didn’t tell us!”
“I-I’m sorry,” Yunho sniffled unattractively, wiping his face on Jaejoong’s jeans. “I- I’m just so happy that you’re okay with it… W-with me…”
Jaejoong scowled. “Of course we are, idiot. And seriously, if you weren’t pregnant right now I’d totally beat the shit out of you for not telling us sooner. It’s not like you’ve not had ample time or opportunity. And stop crying, would you!? It’s disturbing.”
“I-I can’t help it! It’s the hormones!”
“Well I’m hormonal too but you don’t see me sobbing my eyes out, do you?”
“That’s b-because you’re y-yelling at me instead!”
“I’m not yelling!”
“You’re kind of yelling,” Changmin put in, not really wanting to interrupt the other two but feeling that it was probably necessary. An angry Jaejoong was never fun, but a crying Yunho was indeed horribly disturbing.
The lead singer turned to glare at the taller boy, his eyes narrowing in irritation. “What was that, dongsaeng?”
Suddenly there was the sound of the front door opening and Junsu calling, “We’re home! Sorry it’s later than intended - the filming ran on a bit.”
Oh thank God, I’m saved from Jaejoong-hyung’s wrath, the youngest thought, never more grateful for Junsu’s presence.
Yunho sat up as Yoochun and Junsu walked into the living room and hastily tried to wipe his tears. He wasn’t quite quick enough though, as the younger two members caught sight of them.
“Yunho-hyung, why are you crying?” Junsu asked worriedly.
The leader received a fierce look from Jaejoong that seemed to say, “Are you going to tell them or am I?”
Sniffing softly, Yunho timidly replied, “I-I’m… I like… I…” He took a deep breath. “I’m gay.”
Junsu’s eyes widened, but Yoochun only stared at the older man blankly, as though waiting for more.
When nothing else was divulged, the baritone enquired, “And?”
“And… that means I like guys…?” Yunho answered cautiously.
Yoochun continued to stare before finally saying, “That’s it? Why would that make you cry? It’s not like we didn’t already know.”
“Wha- You knew!?” Junsu turned to the other, surprise written all over his face.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. “The man’s pregnant, how could you not know?”
“I’m pregnant and I’m not gay,” Jaejoong put in, waving his hand for attention. At Changmin’s meaningful look though, he added, “Well, not completely. Only a little bit, really. Like, five percent or so.” He ignored the knowing smirk the youngest sent him at the change in figure.
“Jaejoong-hyung too!?”
“Junsu, how did you not realise this?” Yoochun asked incredulously. “They quite clearly slept with guys.”
“I just thought… Um… I don’t know. Are there any other gay people I should know about?”
“Well I wouldn’t say that I’m totally gay, but definitely more than five percent,” the baritone mused. “And honestly, I thought you would have figured that out by now. I have been dropping some pretty obvious hints.”
“Ha, see, I told you!” Jaejoong cried, pointing at Yoochun but glancing between Yunho and Changmin with a triumphant grin.
The youngest regarded Yoochun quietly, wondering if Jaejoong was right about everything and Yoochun really had been coming onto him… He wasn’t quite sure what to feel if it were true.
“What about you, Minnie?” Junsu faced the taller boy, hoping that he knew the truth about at least one of his band-mates. “Are you gay as well?”
Changmin hesitated for a second and then said, “I don’t know,” earning stunned looks from everybody. “I don’t think I am, which is why I always say that I don’t love men, but as you all know, sadly, I’ve never had sex. How can I know if I like men or women if I haven’t actually done anything with either of them?”
“Minnie, as I keep telling you, I’m happy to help you with that.” Yoochun winked.
Junsu looked dazed, uncomprehending of the situation. “I think I need to go lie down,” he mumbled.
“Su, you’re… You don’t hate me - us - right?” Yunho asked anxiously.
“No, no, of course not,” Junsu shook his head and frowned. “It’s just… a lot of gay to take in.” He glared at Yoochun when the older opened his mouth to retort. “Don’t say anything dirty, mister. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
Yoochun pouted but the smile was still obvious in his eyes.
The other four watched as Junsu wandered off to his and Changmin’s room, muttering to himself as he stared at the ground. They were quiet, no one quite knowing what to say, but just before it got uncomfortable Junsu barged back in.
Looking scandalised, the young man pointed an accusing finger at Yoochun and cried, “The other day, when you said you’d show me how a man gets pregnant - you were saying you’d have gay sex with me!”
A short silence followed Junsu’s exclamation before Jaejoong, Yunho and Changmin burst out laughing.
Week 16
It was hot. Too hot and yet not hot enough. Jaejoong was burning up with pleasure but he still wanted more.
Lips were slanted over his, a wet tongue in his mouth as his own snuck out to play. His hands were threaded through short hair, pulling and caressing and tugging and smoothing and causing the man he was currently kissing to make the most sinful sounds.
Jaejoong’s cock twitched in his pants.
Grinding himself against an answering hardness, Jaejoong steered them back towards the bed. He wanted to feel that pulsing length against him. The clothes had to go.
Fingers tore at buttons, unbuckled belts, ripped shirts from shoulders, and soon they were both naked, both panting with lust. They were still kissing, mouths devouring each other’s as hands slid over sweat-slicked skin.
Drawing closer, Jaejoong threw his left leg over the other man’s hips, bringing their heated bodies into full contact. Both of them moaned loudly.
The lead singer dragged his hand down the broad, tanned chest in front of him and roughly took hold of the other’s straining erection. He pumped it quickly, his grip tight, his own length leaking against the man’s thigh.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel it in his mouth. He wanted to feel a mouth around himself. He wanted everything the man could give him and he wanted it now.
Jaejoong quickly flipped himself around, the world spinning for a second or two before it turned the right way up again and he was face-to-face with a dripping erection. Licking his lips, Jaejoong engulfed it without hesitation. It was warm on his tongue, so warm, and it fit in his mouth so perfectly. He suckled on it in contentment.
Hands were on his legs, pulling him and guiding him and obviously trying to get him in position for something, and then he understood because there was mind-blowing wet suction around his own length and he keened, back arching and hips pushing down and elbows and knees trembling as they tried to hold his weight.
The cock in his hand was pulsing, practically throbbing with arousal. Jaejoong licked it, smirked as it twitched, and then took the whole thing down his throat. Fuck it felt good.
The hands were on his ass now, forcing him down into that moist cavern. Fingers clawed at his skin, pulling his cheeks apart and fluttering over his opening.
Jaejoong’s muscles clenched involuntarily, but then he was pressing back, seeking the touch of those foreign digits, moaning deep in his throat as one just barely breached him.
It still wasn’t enough.
Removing his mouth with one last, loud slurp, Jaejoong fell to his left on the bed, all physical contact between the two men broken. He didn’t even notice. He merely gazed into the other’s eyes, pulled his legs up to his chest and uttered one simple command:
“Fuck me.”
The lead singer’s eyes snapped open with a start, heart racing and cock jumping. He was so hard it almost hurt…
Jaejoong groaned in frustration.
It wasn’t the first dream (though ‘memory’ may be a more accurate term) that Jaejoong had had about that night and he imagined that it wouldn’t be the last, either. They always left him aching with arousal and wishing that he could remember just a little bit more - the man’s face, for instance.
As of yet, though, no distinguishing details were forthcoming. All Jaejoong knew was that that man had turned him on more than any of the women he’d ever been with. It was horribly embarrassing to admit (especially since he was still trying to convince the others that he was mostly straight), but he couldn’t deny it.
If only he could remember who he was…
★ ★ ★
“Okay then, let’s get started,” the doctor said kindly, smiling down at Yunho.
They, along with Jaejoong, Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin, were stationed in Dong Bang Shin Ki’s living room, about to start Yunho’s ultrasound.
Due to the fact that Jaejoong and Yunho were beginning to show quite noticeably, it was decided that the doctor would go to them instead of the pregnant men going to him, just in case anybody spotted them. However, they had been assured that the portable ultrasound machine was just as good as the real thing and that if anything were wrong they would be taken straight to the hospital.
“We can find out if it’s a boy or a girl today, right?” Changmin asked excitedly, almost bouncing in anticipation.
“Well, it depends on the position of the baby, but with any luck we can, yes.” The doctor turned to Yunho. “Would you like to know the sex or shall I keep it a secret?”
“You have to tell us!” Changmin cried. “I can’t keep calling it ‘it’!”
Yunho grinned. “I’d like to know please.”
“Very well.” The doctor nodded, smiled, and switched on the machine.
The familiar sound of a heartbeat filled the room and Yunho couldn’t help the ecstatic look on his face. His chest filled with joy when he saw his baby on the screen, the shape much more distinct than it had been just four weeks ago.
“Everything looks good,” the doctor murmured after a few moments. “Heartbeat’s strong and there aren’t any visible abnormalities at this stage. Now, are you certain you’d like to know the sex?”
“Yes, please.”
“We can never be one hundred percent sure, especially this early, but… I do believe you’re having a girl.”
There were cries of joy from the other four members as Yunho just sat there in awe, eyes still fixed upon the grainy image of his baby - his little girl. He didn’t even register that the others were talking to him until Junsu shook his shoulder.
“Hyung. Hyung! What’re you going to call her?”
“Wait, don’t say, let me guess,” Jaejoong grinned, one hand absently stroking his own swollen tummy. “Jiyool, right?”
Yunho pouted, a frown marring his handsome face. “Do you not think I should call her that?” It was true that Yunho had always wanted a daughter named Jiyool, as everybody knew, but if the others thought it was silly, then…
“No no, I think it’s an adorable name!” The lead singer hastened to reassure. “Jung Jiyool… It gives a very good image. Elegant but humble, just like her father.”
“And spoilt rotten, of course, courtesy of her loving uncles,” Yoochun laughed.
The doctor smiled to himself as he wiped Yunho’s stomach and reset the equipment, amused at the enthusiasm of the younger men.
“Jaejoong, it’s your turn,” he said, gesturing for the two pregnant singers to switch places. They had insisted that the doctor be on first-name terms with them, since he would be privy to all sorts of personal information and it felt wrong to be so formal. “Would you also like to know the sex?”
Jaejoong nodded as he got settled, nerves fluttering in his belly.
They waited with baited breath as the machine started up again. Once more, the sound of a heartbeat was heard, but this one was slightly faster. The doctor didn’t comment on it though, his expression just as jovial as before, so they assumed that it was nothing to fret over.
There was no mistaking Jaejoong’s happiness when the image of his baby was clear on the screen. His eyes shone with pride and his smile was wider than the others had ever seen it.
“Can you tell what it is?” He tentatively asked.
The doctor paused for a moment, focusing on the screen. His lips quirked up and he turned to Jaejoong before saying, “It’s a boy.”
There were more cries of happiness as Jaejoong grinned, hands cupping the sides of his tummy. He looked up at Yunho, who was gazing at the screen with almost as much reverence as he’d shown looking at his own baby.
“You know what this means, right Yunnie?” Jaejoong smirked. “They’re going to have to date.”
The others cheered again in encouragement as Yunho’s face drained of colour. “I don’t think that’d be a very good idea, Jaejoong.”
“Why not?” The lead singer pouted, getting up now that the doctor was finished.
“Well, because… Don’t you think it’d be weird?” Yunho stammered.
“Why would it be weird?”
“Well, you know… We’re so close and our kids will be close, so…”
“Exactly! I think it’d be adorable.”
“But… If they grow up together then they’ll be more like brother and sister… I just… don’t think it should happen.”
Jaejoong pouted exaggeratedly. “You’re such a spoilsport. Is my son not good enough for your daughter?”
Yunho’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open as he quickly tried to think of something to say to placate the other. “N-no, Joongie, I didn’t mean that! Your son will be wonderful and any girl would be lucky to have him! I just don’t want him dating my daughter…”
Jaejoong glared for moment, hands on hips, then sighed dejectedly. “Fine, whatever. They’ll just have to be friends. Best friends, mind.”
Yunho grinned widely, nodding. “That’s fine with me.”
★ ★ ★
“Junsu, pass the soy sauce.”
The young man looked up at Yunho, food paused half way to his mouth. “But… Hyung… You’re eating steak.”
“So?” Yunho frowned, shoving more of the meat into his mouth. “I want soy sauce.”
Hesitantly, glancing at the others as though for guidance, Junsu put down his chopsticks and handed the bottle to the leader. His movements were slow, cautious, like he wasn’t completely sure if Yunho really had actually just asked to have soy sauce with his steak. His face crinkled in disgust when the older man poured a liberal amount of the liquid over his food.
Even Jaejoong looked a little appalled. “Yunnie, that can’t taste good… Why not just have some normal sauce instead?”
Yunho gazed at Jaejoong in disbelief as he took a bite of his odd meal. “Says the guy who used up a whole bottle of tomato ketchup last week whilst eating apples.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if that’s what I wanted to eat! And it was a lot nicer than you’d think.” Jaejoong turned his nose up, taking a dainty portion of rice between his chopsticks.
“And I can’t help that this is what I want to eat.” Yunho shrugged.
“I’m kind of worried about your daughter, actually,” Yoochun commented, frowning in thought. “You’ve been eating so much red meat, that girl’s going to be a carnivore or something.”
“She’ll be beautiful,” mumbled Yunho around a mouthful of steak. He swallowed harshly before continuing. “My Jiyool is going to be the healthiest, smartest girl ever, and a little meat never did anyone any harm.”
Yoochun smirked. “I wouldn’t say that… After all, ‘a little meat’ is what got you and Jaejoong pregnant.”
Yunho flushed deeply whilst Jaejoong spluttered, the rice that he’d been eating flying across the table.
“Ew, Hyung…” Changmin grumbled, eyeing the congealed food on the table with distaste.
Jaejoong ignored him in favour of scolding the baritone. “Yoochun! You can’t just… You… At dinner! And I… ‘Meat’? What!? Don’t… Don’t say such perverted things!”
Yoochun just laughed. “Ah, c’mon, you know it was funny.”
“It was gross.” Jaejoong scowled and used his napkin to clean up his mess. “Using ‘meat’ as a euphemism for… Really. I won’t be able to eat properly for a week now.”
“I thought you liked meat.” Yoochun winked.
“Not that kind of meat!” Jaejoong exclaimed, still scandalised. “Yes, I may be eight percent into guys, but that doesn’t mean… You know what, this conversation is over. We are not talking about this at dinner, okay?”
Yoochun shrugged noncommittally, his smirk still in place.
There was silence for the next few minutes as everybody focused on eating, not wanting to annoy Jaejoong further. However, the peace was broken as Yunho suddenly squeaked and dropped his fork, eyes going wide in shock.
“Yunnie?” Jaejoong began, concerned. He put down his chopsticks and laid a hand on the other’s arm. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I…” Yunho’s expression was a mix of confusion and excitement. “I think the baby kicked.”
Instantly the room was abuzz with life, chairs clattering as members stood up and squeals emitted that sounded far too dolphin-like. A multitude of hands were placed on Yunho’s belly, everyone hoping to feel his little girl move. Yunho himself looked rather startled at the swift attention.
The members all held their breaths, eager smiles on their faces. When nothing happened after a few seconds though, Junsu frowned.
“I don’t feel anything,” he mumbled. “Are you sure it wasn’t just your body’s reaction to the steak and soy sauce?”
Yunho’s brow creased. “I don’t know… I guess it could’ve been, but - oh, she did it again!” His face lit up and his smile stretched wide in wonder. He could actually feel his baby moving around… It was odd, but unbelievably amazing.
“I still can’t feel it,” Junsu pouted.
“Maybe it’s because she’s still small?” Changmin suggested, feeling over more of Yunho’s belly and surreptitiously pushing Junsu and Yoochun’s hands out of the way in the process. “We’ll probably be able to feel it from the outside in a few weeks.”
The other man whined, “But I want to feel it now!”
“I can help you feel me inside of you, if you’d rather,” Yoochun leered.
He earned four scowls and more than one whack across the back of the head for that comment.
“Told you not to be so perverted,” Jaejoong reprimanded, shaking his head. His right hand was cupping Yunho’s belly whilst his left was stroking his own, hoping that he’d be able to feel his little boy move or kick or something. It wasn’t fair that Yunho got to feel it when he didn’t - they were as far along as each other! Why did Yunho get to feel it first? He pouted unconsciously.
Yunho noticed Jaejoong’s downcast expression and placed his hands over the lead singer’s. Smiling kindly, he said, “Joongie, I’m sure your son will move soon, okay? I think this is quite early to feel it, actually…”
Jaejoong only continued to pout.
“Yah, Little Kim,” Yunho scolded suddenly, leaning over towards Jaejoong’s belly.
The lead singer’s eyes widened in surprise, not quite sure what Yunho was doing.
“Be a good boy and move for your daddy, okay? It doesn’t have to be today, because you’re probably tired after all that lovely food your daddy gave you, but some time soon, all right? There’s a good boy.” Yunho patted Jaejoong’s stomach and sat back, smiling. He flushed, embarrassed, when he caught sight of the older man’s expression.
Jaejoong was looking at him like he was crazy, but his eyes were sparkling in mirth and his lips were turning up at the corners. Yunho’s little act had obviously amused him.
As Jaejoong turned back to his food, Yunho thought that he’d happily act stupid for the rest of his life if it made the other smile.
Continuation here.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu/Changmin
Rating: PG-13 - R
Length: Chaptered (2/5)
Genre: Mpreg, some humour, a hint of romance and a bit of smut
Summary: Wait, what? Men can get pregnant? And Jaejoong and Yunho are both pregnant now, at the same time? Oh my God! But, Jaejoong doesn't know who knocked him up? And Yunho is refusing to say who he slept with? Damn. We'll find out eventually though… right?
A/N: For riseofnoona
First Trimester
Week 14
“I don’t understand why it hasn’t stopped yet,” Yunho whined, clutching the sides of the toilet. “Jaejoong’s barely even feeling sick, so why am I -” His words were cut off as another load of bile forced its way up his throat, causing him to hunch over and release the contents of his stomach once again.
Changmin turned away in disgust but continued patting the leader’s back. “Well, it’s different for everyone. It should ease off soon Hyung, don’t worry.”
“But why can’t it ease off now?”
“I don’t know,” Changmin said through gritted teeth, more than fed up with Yunho and Jaejoong’s random bouts of sulkiness. He flushed the toilet and helped the leader stand up before guiding the older man over to the sink so that he could wash his mouth and face.
Apparently having heard the flush, Jaejoong called from the living room, “Is he done yet?”
“Yes!” Changmin shouted back, giving Yunho another pat on the back before leaving the bathroom. The young man found Jaejoong sprawled on the couch with a plate of cut-up apples and a dollop of mayonnaise on the armrest, watching a rather trashy-looking talk show. Wrinkling his nose at such a hideous combination of food, Changmin sat down on a smaller chair to the side.
Yunho ambled in not long after, flopping down bodily next to Jaejoong on the sofa and laying his head in the lead singer’s lap. His pout could rival Yoochun’s and even Jaejoong’s fingers slowly combing through his hair didn’t seem to help.
“Sorry I can’t be in there with you, Yunnie,” Jaejoong murmured. “It’s just, the smell of sick makes me feel sick and I just got over the morning sickness, so…”
“It’s okay.” Yunho snuggled further into the touch, curling his legs onto the cushions and using his right hand to grip the elder’s thigh. “I understand. Besides, being sick probably isn’t good for the baby. You have to think about it first.” He nuzzled his head backwards into Jaejoong’s abdomen, making the other grin.
“I wish we knew about the sex already,” Changmin mumbled, eyeing the two on the couch.
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. “I knew you were perverted Minnie, but I didn’t know you were that perverted. Besides, I can’t remember the sex I had and Yunho said that he doesn’t want to talk about his, so you’re out of luck. I’m sure that Yoochun will teach you all about if you ask him nicely, though.”
The youngest started spluttering, cheeks burning in embarrassment and eyes even larger that usual. “Hy-Hyung! I didn’t mean it like that! I meant the sex of the babies! Because you keep calling them ‘it’ and it seems wrong and I… I don’t want to know about that sex!”
“Whatever, Min,” Jaejoong smirked widely.
Yunho smiled at his band mates. “The doctor said we could probably find out in a week or two.”
“But again, if you wanted to find out about the other kind of sex sooner, I’m sure Yoochun would help you out.”
Changmin glared at Jaejoong and wished that the other man weren’t pregnant so that he could at least throw a cushion at him or something.
“Speaking of Yoochun and gay sex, don’t you think he’s been acting a little strange lately?” Jaejoong mused, ignoring the scowl being shot his way and continuing to run his fingers through Yunho’s hair.
“Strange how?” The leader asked.
“Well, you know, he’s been saying and implying and suggesting a lot of stuff recently.”
Frowning, Changmin replied, “Isn’t Yoochun-hyung always like that though?”
“Yeah, but now it’s… more suggestive. And they’re things of a certain nature.” At the blank looks he received from the other two, Jaejoong continued. “He’s saying things that he’s never really talked much about before and there are definite implications to what he says.”
“…Jaejoong, we’re not understanding,” Yunho told the lead singer matter-of-factly.
“He appears to have been coming onto Junsu and Changmin,” Jaejoong huffed. “I even heard him ask Junsu if he wanted a practical demonstration of how a man gets pregnant.”
Yunho and Changmin’s shock showed on their faces, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open in an expression of disbelief.
Recovering first, Yunho asked, “What did Su say?”
“I’m not sure he really understood what Yoochun was getting at, actually. He just said that he knew how it worked and looked at Yoochun like he was crazy.”
“And what makes you think he’s coming onto me?” Changmin enquired, one eyebrow raised sceptically.
Jaejoong scoffed. “Oh please, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way he drapes himself all over you, not to mention the fact that he offers to get rid of your virginity every other day.”
“Well, yeah,” Changmin mumbled, blushing. “But that’s just Yoochun. He’s always been touchy-feely and I figured he was just making fun of me with the virginity thing…”
“Even so, teasing like that is a little out of character…”
After a moment’s pause, Yunho asked, “Why do you think he’s acting like that then?”
“I’m not sure.” Jaejoong furrowed his brows. “I think… because we’re both pregnant, so obviously slept with guys, he thinks it’s not taboo to make gay comments and stuff. But just because I slept with a guy, it doesn’t mean I’m gay. I’m still a hundred percent straight.”
“A hundred percent?” Changmin asked disbelievingly, smirking a little. “I thought you said the bits you remembered were very consensual.”
“Okay, fine, so ninety-eight percent straight, whatever.” Jaejoong huffed and unconsciously tightened his fingers in the leader’s hair.
Trying not to wince at the rough treatment, Yunho slowly said, “Well, maybe Yoochun isn’t completely straight either. And maybe he feels more confident expressing it now that he knows he’s not alone. Plus he’d know that we wouldn’t judge him since we’ve obviously both been with a guy and so can’t really blame him if he wanted to do the same thing.”
Changmin and Jaejoong were silent, contemplating Yunho’s words. Only the sound of the television programme that the lead singer had been watching filled the small apartment.
Finally, Jaejoong spoke. “Yunnie, you… You told us that it wasn’t Heechul you slept with -”
“Yeah, Junsu’s just an idiot who doesn’t know how to check the date of a call,” Changmin put in, rolling his eyes. “It makes so much more sense that you deleted the call than for Heechul to have topped you…”
Jaejoong ignored the youngest. “- and we know that you don’t want to say who it actually was and we respect that, but… You never told us why exactly you willingly slept with this guy. Are you… Are you gay?”
Yunho tensed, his shoulders hunching slightly as his grip on Jaejoong’s leg tightened. His eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to see the reactions of the other two. Talking about Yoochun’s possible sexuality was one thing, but talking about his own… He knew that he’d have to admit it at some point, that he couldn’t stay in the closet forever, but revealing one of his deepest, darkest secrets still made him want to run back to the bathroom and throw up again.
Eventually, he whispered, “Yes.”
Jaejoong’s stroking faltered for only a moment before he was carding his fingers through Yunho’s hair once more, soothing the other’s nerves. He acted as though the younger man had said nothing more shocking than that he preferred bananas to oranges and Yunho was beyond grateful for it.
“How long?” The lead singer asked calmly.
Yunho refused to open his eyes and remained in his curled-up position. “Since before we debuted.”
“What!?” Jaejoong’s nails dug into Yunho’s scalp - not enough to be painful, but enough to convey his annoyance. “But you’ve had girlfriends since then!”
“I guess I’m just good at hiding it,” Yunho murmured, shrinking in on himself. “Besides, we were more friends than boyfriend and girlfriend… We never did more than kiss.”
“So how many guys have you been with?” Jaejoong demanded.
“Just that one.”
“He was your first?”
Yunho nodded.
“Hyung, you were a virgin too?” Changmin asked in awe.
The leader’s cheeks infused with red, which was enough of an answer.
“Your first time was a one night stand? Well that sucks,” the youngest murmured, not helping the situation any.
“Yunho… Why didn’t you tell us?” Jaejoong’s voice evidenced the betrayal he felt, the hurt seeping into his tone.
Clenching his hand around the other man’s thigh, as though pleading for forgiveness, Yunho tried to hold back his tears as he quietly replied, “I was afraid of your reactions. I was scared of what you might think of me if you found out the truth. I… I was worried that you wouldn’t accept me. If you’re right about Yoochun, then that’s probably what he’s been feeling, too.”
“Yunho…” Jaejoong sighed heavily. He moved his right hand to rub at the leader’s shoulder whilst the left took up position in the taller man’s dark brown hair, combing through the short strands again. “You’re such an idiot.”
Yunho’s eyes snapped open, his expression confused. He certainly hadn’t been expecting Jaejoong to say that…
“The five of us are a family, aren’t we? A rather odd one, perhaps, but a family nonetheless. If you like guys, you like guys. Who’re we to judge? Doesn’t mean we’ll love you any less or treat you any differently. You’ve been keeping this from us for what - six years? Jesus. It’s not like we’d kick you out the band or anything! You’re almost as bad as Yoochun, I swear. I can’t believe we had to wait until the two of us got knocked up before the two of you owned up to your sexualities. And even then you probably wouldn’t have told us unless we’d asked! At least Yoochun is starting to reveal it in his own greasy perverted way. And- Hey, wait, are you crying? What the hell are you crying for!? That should be me and Changmin, upset that you didn’t tell us!”
“I-I’m sorry,” Yunho sniffled unattractively, wiping his face on Jaejoong’s jeans. “I- I’m just so happy that you’re okay with it… W-with me…”
Jaejoong scowled. “Of course we are, idiot. And seriously, if you weren’t pregnant right now I’d totally beat the shit out of you for not telling us sooner. It’s not like you’ve not had ample time or opportunity. And stop crying, would you!? It’s disturbing.”
“I-I can’t help it! It’s the hormones!”
“Well I’m hormonal too but you don’t see me sobbing my eyes out, do you?”
“That’s b-because you’re y-yelling at me instead!”
“I’m not yelling!”
“You’re kind of yelling,” Changmin put in, not really wanting to interrupt the other two but feeling that it was probably necessary. An angry Jaejoong was never fun, but a crying Yunho was indeed horribly disturbing.
The lead singer turned to glare at the taller boy, his eyes narrowing in irritation. “What was that, dongsaeng?”
Suddenly there was the sound of the front door opening and Junsu calling, “We’re home! Sorry it’s later than intended - the filming ran on a bit.”
Oh thank God, I’m saved from Jaejoong-hyung’s wrath, the youngest thought, never more grateful for Junsu’s presence.
Yunho sat up as Yoochun and Junsu walked into the living room and hastily tried to wipe his tears. He wasn’t quite quick enough though, as the younger two members caught sight of them.
“Yunho-hyung, why are you crying?” Junsu asked worriedly.
The leader received a fierce look from Jaejoong that seemed to say, “Are you going to tell them or am I?”
Sniffing softly, Yunho timidly replied, “I-I’m… I like… I…” He took a deep breath. “I’m gay.”
Junsu’s eyes widened, but Yoochun only stared at the older man blankly, as though waiting for more.
When nothing else was divulged, the baritone enquired, “And?”
“And… that means I like guys…?” Yunho answered cautiously.
Yoochun continued to stare before finally saying, “That’s it? Why would that make you cry? It’s not like we didn’t already know.”
“Wha- You knew!?” Junsu turned to the other, surprise written all over his face.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow. “The man’s pregnant, how could you not know?”
“I’m pregnant and I’m not gay,” Jaejoong put in, waving his hand for attention. At Changmin’s meaningful look though, he added, “Well, not completely. Only a little bit, really. Like, five percent or so.” He ignored the knowing smirk the youngest sent him at the change in figure.
“Jaejoong-hyung too!?”
“Junsu, how did you not realise this?” Yoochun asked incredulously. “They quite clearly slept with guys.”
“I just thought… Um… I don’t know. Are there any other gay people I should know about?”
“Well I wouldn’t say that I’m totally gay, but definitely more than five percent,” the baritone mused. “And honestly, I thought you would have figured that out by now. I have been dropping some pretty obvious hints.”
“Ha, see, I told you!” Jaejoong cried, pointing at Yoochun but glancing between Yunho and Changmin with a triumphant grin.
The youngest regarded Yoochun quietly, wondering if Jaejoong was right about everything and Yoochun really had been coming onto him… He wasn’t quite sure what to feel if it were true.
“What about you, Minnie?” Junsu faced the taller boy, hoping that he knew the truth about at least one of his band-mates. “Are you gay as well?”
Changmin hesitated for a second and then said, “I don’t know,” earning stunned looks from everybody. “I don’t think I am, which is why I always say that I don’t love men, but as you all know, sadly, I’ve never had sex. How can I know if I like men or women if I haven’t actually done anything with either of them?”
“Minnie, as I keep telling you, I’m happy to help you with that.” Yoochun winked.
Junsu looked dazed, uncomprehending of the situation. “I think I need to go lie down,” he mumbled.
“Su, you’re… You don’t hate me - us - right?” Yunho asked anxiously.
“No, no, of course not,” Junsu shook his head and frowned. “It’s just… a lot of gay to take in.” He glared at Yoochun when the older opened his mouth to retort. “Don’t say anything dirty, mister. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
Yoochun pouted but the smile was still obvious in his eyes.
The other four watched as Junsu wandered off to his and Changmin’s room, muttering to himself as he stared at the ground. They were quiet, no one quite knowing what to say, but just before it got uncomfortable Junsu barged back in.
Looking scandalised, the young man pointed an accusing finger at Yoochun and cried, “The other day, when you said you’d show me how a man gets pregnant - you were saying you’d have gay sex with me!”
A short silence followed Junsu’s exclamation before Jaejoong, Yunho and Changmin burst out laughing.
Week 16
It was hot. Too hot and yet not hot enough. Jaejoong was burning up with pleasure but he still wanted more.
Lips were slanted over his, a wet tongue in his mouth as his own snuck out to play. His hands were threaded through short hair, pulling and caressing and tugging and smoothing and causing the man he was currently kissing to make the most sinful sounds.
Jaejoong’s cock twitched in his pants.
Grinding himself against an answering hardness, Jaejoong steered them back towards the bed. He wanted to feel that pulsing length against him. The clothes had to go.
Fingers tore at buttons, unbuckled belts, ripped shirts from shoulders, and soon they were both naked, both panting with lust. They were still kissing, mouths devouring each other’s as hands slid over sweat-slicked skin.
Drawing closer, Jaejoong threw his left leg over the other man’s hips, bringing their heated bodies into full contact. Both of them moaned loudly.
The lead singer dragged his hand down the broad, tanned chest in front of him and roughly took hold of the other’s straining erection. He pumped it quickly, his grip tight, his own length leaking against the man’s thigh.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel it in his mouth. He wanted to feel a mouth around himself. He wanted everything the man could give him and he wanted it now.
Jaejoong quickly flipped himself around, the world spinning for a second or two before it turned the right way up again and he was face-to-face with a dripping erection. Licking his lips, Jaejoong engulfed it without hesitation. It was warm on his tongue, so warm, and it fit in his mouth so perfectly. He suckled on it in contentment.
Hands were on his legs, pulling him and guiding him and obviously trying to get him in position for something, and then he understood because there was mind-blowing wet suction around his own length and he keened, back arching and hips pushing down and elbows and knees trembling as they tried to hold his weight.
The cock in his hand was pulsing, practically throbbing with arousal. Jaejoong licked it, smirked as it twitched, and then took the whole thing down his throat. Fuck it felt good.
The hands were on his ass now, forcing him down into that moist cavern. Fingers clawed at his skin, pulling his cheeks apart and fluttering over his opening.
Jaejoong’s muscles clenched involuntarily, but then he was pressing back, seeking the touch of those foreign digits, moaning deep in his throat as one just barely breached him.
It still wasn’t enough.
Removing his mouth with one last, loud slurp, Jaejoong fell to his left on the bed, all physical contact between the two men broken. He didn’t even notice. He merely gazed into the other’s eyes, pulled his legs up to his chest and uttered one simple command:
“Fuck me.”
The lead singer’s eyes snapped open with a start, heart racing and cock jumping. He was so hard it almost hurt…
Jaejoong groaned in frustration.
It wasn’t the first dream (though ‘memory’ may be a more accurate term) that Jaejoong had had about that night and he imagined that it wouldn’t be the last, either. They always left him aching with arousal and wishing that he could remember just a little bit more - the man’s face, for instance.
As of yet, though, no distinguishing details were forthcoming. All Jaejoong knew was that that man had turned him on more than any of the women he’d ever been with. It was horribly embarrassing to admit (especially since he was still trying to convince the others that he was mostly straight), but he couldn’t deny it.
If only he could remember who he was…
★ ★ ★
“Okay then, let’s get started,” the doctor said kindly, smiling down at Yunho.
They, along with Jaejoong, Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin, were stationed in Dong Bang Shin Ki’s living room, about to start Yunho’s ultrasound.
Due to the fact that Jaejoong and Yunho were beginning to show quite noticeably, it was decided that the doctor would go to them instead of the pregnant men going to him, just in case anybody spotted them. However, they had been assured that the portable ultrasound machine was just as good as the real thing and that if anything were wrong they would be taken straight to the hospital.
“We can find out if it’s a boy or a girl today, right?” Changmin asked excitedly, almost bouncing in anticipation.
“Well, it depends on the position of the baby, but with any luck we can, yes.” The doctor turned to Yunho. “Would you like to know the sex or shall I keep it a secret?”
“You have to tell us!” Changmin cried. “I can’t keep calling it ‘it’!”
Yunho grinned. “I’d like to know please.”
“Very well.” The doctor nodded, smiled, and switched on the machine.
The familiar sound of a heartbeat filled the room and Yunho couldn’t help the ecstatic look on his face. His chest filled with joy when he saw his baby on the screen, the shape much more distinct than it had been just four weeks ago.
“Everything looks good,” the doctor murmured after a few moments. “Heartbeat’s strong and there aren’t any visible abnormalities at this stage. Now, are you certain you’d like to know the sex?”
“Yes, please.”
“We can never be one hundred percent sure, especially this early, but… I do believe you’re having a girl.”
There were cries of joy from the other four members as Yunho just sat there in awe, eyes still fixed upon the grainy image of his baby - his little girl. He didn’t even register that the others were talking to him until Junsu shook his shoulder.
“Hyung. Hyung! What’re you going to call her?”
“Wait, don’t say, let me guess,” Jaejoong grinned, one hand absently stroking his own swollen tummy. “Jiyool, right?”
Yunho pouted, a frown marring his handsome face. “Do you not think I should call her that?” It was true that Yunho had always wanted a daughter named Jiyool, as everybody knew, but if the others thought it was silly, then…
“No no, I think it’s an adorable name!” The lead singer hastened to reassure. “Jung Jiyool… It gives a very good image. Elegant but humble, just like her father.”
“And spoilt rotten, of course, courtesy of her loving uncles,” Yoochun laughed.
The doctor smiled to himself as he wiped Yunho’s stomach and reset the equipment, amused at the enthusiasm of the younger men.
“Jaejoong, it’s your turn,” he said, gesturing for the two pregnant singers to switch places. They had insisted that the doctor be on first-name terms with them, since he would be privy to all sorts of personal information and it felt wrong to be so formal. “Would you also like to know the sex?”
Jaejoong nodded as he got settled, nerves fluttering in his belly.
They waited with baited breath as the machine started up again. Once more, the sound of a heartbeat was heard, but this one was slightly faster. The doctor didn’t comment on it though, his expression just as jovial as before, so they assumed that it was nothing to fret over.
There was no mistaking Jaejoong’s happiness when the image of his baby was clear on the screen. His eyes shone with pride and his smile was wider than the others had ever seen it.
“Can you tell what it is?” He tentatively asked.
The doctor paused for a moment, focusing on the screen. His lips quirked up and he turned to Jaejoong before saying, “It’s a boy.”
There were more cries of happiness as Jaejoong grinned, hands cupping the sides of his tummy. He looked up at Yunho, who was gazing at the screen with almost as much reverence as he’d shown looking at his own baby.
“You know what this means, right Yunnie?” Jaejoong smirked. “They’re going to have to date.”
The others cheered again in encouragement as Yunho’s face drained of colour. “I don’t think that’d be a very good idea, Jaejoong.”
“Why not?” The lead singer pouted, getting up now that the doctor was finished.
“Well, because… Don’t you think it’d be weird?” Yunho stammered.
“Why would it be weird?”
“Well, you know… We’re so close and our kids will be close, so…”
“Exactly! I think it’d be adorable.”
“But… If they grow up together then they’ll be more like brother and sister… I just… don’t think it should happen.”
Jaejoong pouted exaggeratedly. “You’re such a spoilsport. Is my son not good enough for your daughter?”
Yunho’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open as he quickly tried to think of something to say to placate the other. “N-no, Joongie, I didn’t mean that! Your son will be wonderful and any girl would be lucky to have him! I just don’t want him dating my daughter…”
Jaejoong glared for moment, hands on hips, then sighed dejectedly. “Fine, whatever. They’ll just have to be friends. Best friends, mind.”
Yunho grinned widely, nodding. “That’s fine with me.”
★ ★ ★
“Junsu, pass the soy sauce.”
The young man looked up at Yunho, food paused half way to his mouth. “But… Hyung… You’re eating steak.”
“So?” Yunho frowned, shoving more of the meat into his mouth. “I want soy sauce.”
Hesitantly, glancing at the others as though for guidance, Junsu put down his chopsticks and handed the bottle to the leader. His movements were slow, cautious, like he wasn’t completely sure if Yunho really had actually just asked to have soy sauce with his steak. His face crinkled in disgust when the older man poured a liberal amount of the liquid over his food.
Even Jaejoong looked a little appalled. “Yunnie, that can’t taste good… Why not just have some normal sauce instead?”
Yunho gazed at Jaejoong in disbelief as he took a bite of his odd meal. “Says the guy who used up a whole bottle of tomato ketchup last week whilst eating apples.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if that’s what I wanted to eat! And it was a lot nicer than you’d think.” Jaejoong turned his nose up, taking a dainty portion of rice between his chopsticks.
“And I can’t help that this is what I want to eat.” Yunho shrugged.
“I’m kind of worried about your daughter, actually,” Yoochun commented, frowning in thought. “You’ve been eating so much red meat, that girl’s going to be a carnivore or something.”
“She’ll be beautiful,” mumbled Yunho around a mouthful of steak. He swallowed harshly before continuing. “My Jiyool is going to be the healthiest, smartest girl ever, and a little meat never did anyone any harm.”
Yoochun smirked. “I wouldn’t say that… After all, ‘a little meat’ is what got you and Jaejoong pregnant.”
Yunho flushed deeply whilst Jaejoong spluttered, the rice that he’d been eating flying across the table.
“Ew, Hyung…” Changmin grumbled, eyeing the congealed food on the table with distaste.
Jaejoong ignored him in favour of scolding the baritone. “Yoochun! You can’t just… You… At dinner! And I… ‘Meat’? What!? Don’t… Don’t say such perverted things!”
Yoochun just laughed. “Ah, c’mon, you know it was funny.”
“It was gross.” Jaejoong scowled and used his napkin to clean up his mess. “Using ‘meat’ as a euphemism for… Really. I won’t be able to eat properly for a week now.”
“I thought you liked meat.” Yoochun winked.
“Not that kind of meat!” Jaejoong exclaimed, still scandalised. “Yes, I may be eight percent into guys, but that doesn’t mean… You know what, this conversation is over. We are not talking about this at dinner, okay?”
Yoochun shrugged noncommittally, his smirk still in place.
There was silence for the next few minutes as everybody focused on eating, not wanting to annoy Jaejoong further. However, the peace was broken as Yunho suddenly squeaked and dropped his fork, eyes going wide in shock.
“Yunnie?” Jaejoong began, concerned. He put down his chopsticks and laid a hand on the other’s arm. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I…” Yunho’s expression was a mix of confusion and excitement. “I think the baby kicked.”
Instantly the room was abuzz with life, chairs clattering as members stood up and squeals emitted that sounded far too dolphin-like. A multitude of hands were placed on Yunho’s belly, everyone hoping to feel his little girl move. Yunho himself looked rather startled at the swift attention.
The members all held their breaths, eager smiles on their faces. When nothing happened after a few seconds though, Junsu frowned.
“I don’t feel anything,” he mumbled. “Are you sure it wasn’t just your body’s reaction to the steak and soy sauce?”
Yunho’s brow creased. “I don’t know… I guess it could’ve been, but - oh, she did it again!” His face lit up and his smile stretched wide in wonder. He could actually feel his baby moving around… It was odd, but unbelievably amazing.
“I still can’t feel it,” Junsu pouted.
“Maybe it’s because she’s still small?” Changmin suggested, feeling over more of Yunho’s belly and surreptitiously pushing Junsu and Yoochun’s hands out of the way in the process. “We’ll probably be able to feel it from the outside in a few weeks.”
The other man whined, “But I want to feel it now!”
“I can help you feel me inside of you, if you’d rather,” Yoochun leered.
He earned four scowls and more than one whack across the back of the head for that comment.
“Told you not to be so perverted,” Jaejoong reprimanded, shaking his head. His right hand was cupping Yunho’s belly whilst his left was stroking his own, hoping that he’d be able to feel his little boy move or kick or something. It wasn’t fair that Yunho got to feel it when he didn’t - they were as far along as each other! Why did Yunho get to feel it first? He pouted unconsciously.
Yunho noticed Jaejoong’s downcast expression and placed his hands over the lead singer’s. Smiling kindly, he said, “Joongie, I’m sure your son will move soon, okay? I think this is quite early to feel it, actually…”
Jaejoong only continued to pout.
“Yah, Little Kim,” Yunho scolded suddenly, leaning over towards Jaejoong’s belly.
The lead singer’s eyes widened in surprise, not quite sure what Yunho was doing.
“Be a good boy and move for your daddy, okay? It doesn’t have to be today, because you’re probably tired after all that lovely food your daddy gave you, but some time soon, all right? There’s a good boy.” Yunho patted Jaejoong’s stomach and sat back, smiling. He flushed, embarrassed, when he caught sight of the older man’s expression.
Jaejoong was looking at him like he was crazy, but his eyes were sparkling in mirth and his lips were turning up at the corners. Yunho’s little act had obviously amused him.
As Jaejoong turned back to his food, Yunho thought that he’d happily act stupid for the rest of his life if it made the other smile.
Continuation here.