Sweet Doughnuts (1/3)
Title: Sweet Doughnuts (1/3)
Rating: Pg-15
Warnings: Sexual Scenes and situations / M-preg *confetti*
Pairing: Jaejoong / Yunho - Yoochun / Junsu - Changmin / Lee Jun Ki
Summary: Jaejoong gets pregnant on Christmas Eve.
A/N: It's not a one-shot, haha. The first person to guess the name of the song I was listening to while writing this can get a prize. XD It's really easy. Well, tell me what you think. It's just a short story I felt like writing. It makes no sense. Then again a pregnant Jaejoong wouldn't make a whole lot of sense. He'd be cute, though. Haha.
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Sweet Doughnuts:
***
It was in looking for a book that Yunho found Jaejoong.
They were both looking through the recipe section of the book store for a recipe and just happened to touch the same book at the same time. Their hands brushed and they looked at each other, both unsure of what to do.
When their eyes unintentionally locked, Jaejoong was at a loss for words.
Yunho wasn't thinking of much, himself.
“I'm... I'm sorry.” Jaejoong muttered, pulling his hand away from the book. “I didn't... I - well, this is the book I wanted and I didn't mean to...”
“It's fine.” Yunho said, a smile beginning to paint his lips. “I'm... looking for this book, too.”
Jaejoong nodded, smiling and cocking his head to the side, biting his lip before reaching out for the book a second time.
“Well, I... you can have it if this is the only copy. I can wait.”
“No.” Yunho had a light smile on his face, his straight, white teeth just barely showing. His eyes were squinted lightly. “I'm Yunho.”
“Jaejoong.”
“I - well, I don't need it badly. I can definitely wait, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong nodded again, looking at his feet as another smile overtook his face.
“Your beanie.” Yunho started, “I like him.” Pointing to the Jack on Jaejoong's beanie. “It's from the Nightmare before Christmas, right? I like that movie.”
“Yeah.” Jaejoong looked up. “It's my favorite movie.”
An odd silence overtook the isle and Yunho and Jaejoong both looked everywhere other then at each other.
“I -” Jaejoong stuttered, cutting himself off and looking up at Yunho. “Yeah. I like that movie.”
Yunho laughed when he started to shift on his feet, leaning back and forth and biting his lip, hands folded behind his back and the book in between them.
“Jaejoong?” Yunho asked, stepping forward.
Jaejoong smiled, face going back to looking at his feet. A blush overtook his face and he tried his hardest to act as if he didn't know what was coming.
When he had gotten himself together, he looked up.
“Yes?”
“Do you - want to go and get a cup of coffee with me?”
Jaejoong laughed, stepping forward and pressing the book to Yunho's chest.
“I was waiting for that.”
And that's how it all got started.
***
One year after the incident, Yunho and Jaejoong got married and moved in together.
They bought a house by a lake somewhere in the middle of nowhere so that they could live in peace and quiet.
Occasionally, Yunho would be dragged into the city to do some shopping that couldn't be avoided. Jaejoong tired of the things he saw everyday. The theme for their house was constantly changing. Not that Yunho cared.
His job as an author bought in enough money to survive Jaejoongs shopping cravings and if Jaejoong weren't perfect in every possible way, he might have questioned if Jaejoong were an addict.
“Get it, baby.” Yunho prodded, watching as Jaejoong glared through the window his face was pressed up against.
“But it clashes with the color of the couch!” Jaejoong screeched, turning around and smiling at Yunho. “Should we change the couch? Not a lot matches with it, and it's about time to change, anyway. Christmas is coming up.”
“Whatever you want.”
Laughing, Jaejoong stepped over to Yunho leaning up on his toes and quickly kissing him before taking him by the hand and walking with him into the store.
Though Yunho worked as a writer, Jaejoong did nothing but clean and change the house. He went grocery shopping and made sure he paid the bills for them. He cooked dinner, loaded the dishwasher, swept the rooms, did the laundry.
Walking through the store, Jaejoong gaped at every matching Christmas ornament he came across and Yunho would tell him, “Just get it, baby.” Which, of course, made Jaejoong pick it up and stick it in the crook of his arm. Yunho eventually went back to get him a basket.
When the basket was filled, they went and paid, checking out and driving back out to the middle of nowhere, where Jaejoong rearranged the rooms so that they matched better.
It was like this every year, every season.
Yunho would sit in their bedroom, or on the couch while Jaejoong cleaned, and type. He had deadlines to fill, and occasionally, he would stress and Jaejoong would give him a foot rub, take a bath with him, and/or watch a movie until they both fell asleep.
This lead to the Christmas eve that changed more then just the rooms in the house.
While Yunho was typing, his frustration got the better of him. He slammed the top of the laptop closed and put it on the coffee table he was closest to, jumping up off of the couch. Jaejoong stopped the vacuum he was running.
“I'm sorry,” He started. “I should've waited to run it. I knew you were working. I'll stop and go get dinner started.”
“You're fine.” Yunho said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“What's wrong?” Jaejoong wrapped the Vacuum cord and perched it on the holder of the vacuum before walking over to Yunho and placing the back of his hand to the other mans forehead. “Don't you feel well? I'll run you a bath and we can take one together.”
Turning to run upstairs, Jaejoong looked back to wink at his husband.
Yunho smiled. “What a goof.” He said, walking to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.
From the kitchen, he could hear the water running in the pipes when Jaejoong turned the handles and let It fill the tub. He pulled a cup from the cupboard and walked over the sink, turning the handle on the purifier and filling the glass with the clear liquid.
He took a few sips, his head filling with images of what he might get for Christmas. He had told Jaejoong that he really didn't need anything for Christmas. There was nothing else he needed, but Jaejoong wouldn't have it. He had already bought a gift.
“Yunho.”
Yunho jumped, almost dropping his cup. He hadn't heard Jaejoong come down the stairs.
“Jae, I didn't hear you co-” Turning around, Yunho really did drop the cup. “Jae!”
“I - It's not Christmas, I know. Well, not for another few hours. I mean... if - if you don't like it...” Jaejoong began to rock back and forth on his heels.
Yunho gaped at the outfit Jaejoong was sporting.
It was a little red dress, outlined in white fur, strapless, go figure. Jaejoong wore his hair pinned half up with a little red bow in the back, bangs falling forward and the rest of his blond hair on his bare shoulders. His eyes were outlined in eyeliner and he wore pink eyeshadow, his lips were a dark red and on his feet he wore high heeled shoes that were laced up the front, his stockings coming out from underneath them and climbing up his gorgeously smooth legs.
“B-but look! I have a tail!” He continued, jumping and turning around. Indeed, on the back of the dress was a little ball of fur. “So... Merry... Christmas eve?”
Turning to face a speechless Yunho, Jaejoong began to fidget. “Because you said you didn't need anything else, so... I can just say I bought it for me if you start to go ape.”
“I-” Yunho shook his head, beckoning Jaejoong forward with a finger. “Come here, baby.”
Sighing, Jaejoong dragged his feet along the linoleum tiling of the kitchen. “Okay, so you don't like it. I though it was cute.”
When Jaejoong was within arms reach, Yunho reached out, grabbing him and pulling him against his body.
“I love you so much.”
“That's always good to hear.”
“And you look so damn good right now.”
“...Really? Huh.”
Leaning forward, Yunho carefully captured Jaejoongs bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, laughing playfully when Jaejoong stuck his tongue out.
“That was not attractive, you odd little monkey.”
“Monkeys don't shave their legs.” Jaejoong admitted, taking Yunho's hand and leading it up the bare expanse of his thigh. “It feels nice, doesn't it? See, I can get a lot done in one shower when you're not in there.”
“Jaejoong, you've put me in a tough spot. I really wanted to take a bath.”
“You can still take one! I'll wash you.”
“But I really want to take you so much more. What should I do?”
“Weeeelll... that's a problem. Choose.”
Smiling, Yunho leaned down to kiss Jaejoong again, this time turning around so that Jaejoong's back was against the marble counter. As Jaejoong's lips parted, Yunho grabbed him by his thighs, waiting for Jaejoong to wrap his arms around his neck so that he could lift the older man onto the counter.
“Yunho...” Jaejoong said around his Yunho's lips. “We can't have sex on the counter. I cook here.”
“Okay, my little monkey. Let's go have some raunchy kitchen sex on the table, instead.”
“Ew.”
***
Two weeks had passed and they hadn't noticed a difference.
Jaejoong complained of nausea occasionally, but he never threw up, so there was no need for significant worry. Though he seemed to eat a lot more, Yunho thought it was cute. They often times went into town for big bags of animal crackers, something Jaejoong never used to eat before.
It wasn't until the third week that they noticed something was really wrong.
While vacuuming, Jaejoong collapsed. It wasn't that his legs gave out underneath him, he swayed for a minute and then tipped and fell on the floor.
Yunho, who had been perched on the couch, threw his laptop aside and jumped up, running over and kneeling down next to Jaejoong.
“Jae! What happened?”
“I'm dizzy.”
“What else have you done today?”
“Dishes.”
“I bet it's all those animal crackers you've been eating.”
Sliding his arm underneath Jaejoongs knees and another under his back, Yunho lifted him off of the floor, carrying him to the couch.
“You threw your laptop, idiot.” Jaejoong laughed, pointing to the black laptop laying on the floor.
“It's fine. It's been through worse.”
“What, your caveman breakouts where you freak and start banging on the keyboard with your fists?”
“Ah! I have a diagnosis.”
“Aish! Yunho, the rooms spinning!”
Yunho sighed, rubbing Jaejoongs arm soothingly.
“Sorry. I put it on rotate. Let me turn it off for you.”
“Har Har.”
Yunho laughed, standing up and moving away from the couch. “I'm gunna call the doctor and take you in.”
Jaejoong hummed in approval before turning on his side, scratching his stomach and falling asleep.
***
Jaejoongs diagnosis was rare. And weird. Something completely unheard of.
“You're fucking with me, Dr. Lee.”
The doctor just stared.
“You are fucking with me. Please tell me you are, just - you're just - please tell me you're screwing with me.”
The doctor continued to stare.
“Doctor!” Yunho screamed, jumping up out of his seat in the empty waiting room. The small doctors office was for their little ho-dung town. How many patients could he possible have?
“Well, Mr. Jung... It's... definitely something else.”
“Gah! DOCTOR!”
“Mr. Jung, please. I - I'm going to give Jaejoong some medication... it should... take care of the problem.”
“Did you... already tell him?”
“Well, no. Not yet. I was hoping maybe you could. He is your husband, after all.”
“Yunho? What's up?”
Yunho paled, turning slowly to face Jaejoong.
Heart racing, Yunho walked over to him, taking him by the hand and walking him back into the room. “Sit down, Jae.” He ordered, waiting for Jaejoong to jump onto the bed. He pulled a chair up and sat in front of Jaejoongs (still smooth) legs.
“...”
“Jae.”
“Yunho, please just tell me. Do I have cancer?” Jaejoong begged, putting his face in his hands and dropping his head.
“No! No.”
The doctor walked in, clearing his throat. Yunho glared at him and he coughed again.
The nerve of this guy.
Turning back to Jaejoong, Yunho took his hands again.
“I'm already freaking out so please promise me you won't freak out. At least, not for another ten minutes so that I can calm the hell down.”
“Okay. Bring it on, big guy.”
Taking a deep breath, Yunho leaned in pulling Jaejoongs body towards him and whispering to him, “You're pregnant.”
It took a second, but Jaejoong asked him to repeat it.
“Jung Jaejoong, you're going to have a baby, darling.”
The room fell silent and Jaejoong bit his lip. He pondered momentarily before he started smiling. “Really?” And then he freaked. “REALLY?! YUNHO! We're going to have a baby! Ohmygodyunhoweregunnahaveababy! Yunho! Yunho! We're going to have a baby!”
The doctors eyes widened and he slowly backed out of the room. Yunho looked up, mouth agape. “Jaejoong!”
“What?! I'm going to have a baby, Yunho! We're going to have a baby!”
“We are?”
“Yes!”
“Yes?”
“Yes!”
“Ye- wh- why?”
“Why not, Yunho! It's our baby!”
The doctor returned, an orange bottle in his hand. “This should take care of it.”
“Take care of what...?” Jaejoong asked, still bouncing in his spot. Yunho grit his teeth, slowly turning the other way. He was definitely going to get it.
“The problem.”
Jaejoong stopped bouncing, his eyes narrowing. “What problem.”
“The... uhmm...”
“My baby?”
“Well... no... not...”
“My baby.”
Yunho patted Jaejoongs leg. “Jae, I'm sorry. I didn't kn-”
“Yunho! He wants to kill my baby...” Jaejoong moaned, tears filling in his eyes. “He wants to kill my baby...” Moving aside Jaejoong jumped from the table, grabbing Yunho's hand and pulling him up. “I... can we leave?”
Yunho sighed, taking his hand and leading him slowly from the office, leaving the doctor behind them in awe.
***
The house was quiet for two days. Jaejoong and Yunho looked at each other, but nothing more.
It took two days for Jaejoong to break down and it happened while Yunho was in the midst of a sentence.
“Yunho! Talk to me! Please just talk to me!”
Jaejoong was sobbing into the cushioning of the couch, his fists banging at the pillow underneath him. Yunho sat across him, wide-eyed, laptop open and frozen on his lap.
When he realized what was happened he, once again, threw the laptop aside and jumped up. “Jae, baby! I'm sorry.” He was unbelievably whipped in a horrible way. “I'm so sorry. I didn't think you wanted me to talk to you!”
“Why...” hiccup. “Wouldn't I want...” Hiccup. “You to talk to...” hiccup. “Me...?”
“I'm so sorry!” Moving onto the couch and pulling Jaejoong onto his lap, Yunho hugged him and rocked him while he cried for all of one and a half hours. And when he was done he fell asleep.
That was when Yunho realized this was going to be a long eight months.
Rating: Pg-15
Warnings: Sexual Scenes and situations / M-preg *confetti*
Pairing: Jaejoong / Yunho - Yoochun / Junsu - Changmin / Lee Jun Ki
Summary: Jaejoong gets pregnant on Christmas Eve.
A/N: It's not a one-shot, haha. The first person to guess the name of the song I was listening to while writing this can get a prize. XD It's really easy. Well, tell me what you think. It's just a short story I felt like writing. It makes no sense. Then again a pregnant Jaejoong wouldn't make a whole lot of sense. He'd be cute, though. Haha.
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Sweet Doughnuts:
***
It was in looking for a book that Yunho found Jaejoong.
They were both looking through the recipe section of the book store for a recipe and just happened to touch the same book at the same time. Their hands brushed and they looked at each other, both unsure of what to do.
When their eyes unintentionally locked, Jaejoong was at a loss for words.
Yunho wasn't thinking of much, himself.
“I'm... I'm sorry.” Jaejoong muttered, pulling his hand away from the book. “I didn't... I - well, this is the book I wanted and I didn't mean to...”
“It's fine.” Yunho said, a smile beginning to paint his lips. “I'm... looking for this book, too.”
Jaejoong nodded, smiling and cocking his head to the side, biting his lip before reaching out for the book a second time.
“Well, I... you can have it if this is the only copy. I can wait.”
“No.” Yunho had a light smile on his face, his straight, white teeth just barely showing. His eyes were squinted lightly. “I'm Yunho.”
“Jaejoong.”
“I - well, I don't need it badly. I can definitely wait, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong nodded again, looking at his feet as another smile overtook his face.
“Your beanie.” Yunho started, “I like him.” Pointing to the Jack on Jaejoong's beanie. “It's from the Nightmare before Christmas, right? I like that movie.”
“Yeah.” Jaejoong looked up. “It's my favorite movie.”
An odd silence overtook the isle and Yunho and Jaejoong both looked everywhere other then at each other.
“I -” Jaejoong stuttered, cutting himself off and looking up at Yunho. “Yeah. I like that movie.”
Yunho laughed when he started to shift on his feet, leaning back and forth and biting his lip, hands folded behind his back and the book in between them.
“Jaejoong?” Yunho asked, stepping forward.
Jaejoong smiled, face going back to looking at his feet. A blush overtook his face and he tried his hardest to act as if he didn't know what was coming.
When he had gotten himself together, he looked up.
“Yes?”
“Do you - want to go and get a cup of coffee with me?”
Jaejoong laughed, stepping forward and pressing the book to Yunho's chest.
“I was waiting for that.”
And that's how it all got started.
***
One year after the incident, Yunho and Jaejoong got married and moved in together.
They bought a house by a lake somewhere in the middle of nowhere so that they could live in peace and quiet.
Occasionally, Yunho would be dragged into the city to do some shopping that couldn't be avoided. Jaejoong tired of the things he saw everyday. The theme for their house was constantly changing. Not that Yunho cared.
His job as an author bought in enough money to survive Jaejoongs shopping cravings and if Jaejoong weren't perfect in every possible way, he might have questioned if Jaejoong were an addict.
“Get it, baby.” Yunho prodded, watching as Jaejoong glared through the window his face was pressed up against.
“But it clashes with the color of the couch!” Jaejoong screeched, turning around and smiling at Yunho. “Should we change the couch? Not a lot matches with it, and it's about time to change, anyway. Christmas is coming up.”
“Whatever you want.”
Laughing, Jaejoong stepped over to Yunho leaning up on his toes and quickly kissing him before taking him by the hand and walking with him into the store.
Though Yunho worked as a writer, Jaejoong did nothing but clean and change the house. He went grocery shopping and made sure he paid the bills for them. He cooked dinner, loaded the dishwasher, swept the rooms, did the laundry.
Walking through the store, Jaejoong gaped at every matching Christmas ornament he came across and Yunho would tell him, “Just get it, baby.” Which, of course, made Jaejoong pick it up and stick it in the crook of his arm. Yunho eventually went back to get him a basket.
When the basket was filled, they went and paid, checking out and driving back out to the middle of nowhere, where Jaejoong rearranged the rooms so that they matched better.
It was like this every year, every season.
Yunho would sit in their bedroom, or on the couch while Jaejoong cleaned, and type. He had deadlines to fill, and occasionally, he would stress and Jaejoong would give him a foot rub, take a bath with him, and/or watch a movie until they both fell asleep.
This lead to the Christmas eve that changed more then just the rooms in the house.
While Yunho was typing, his frustration got the better of him. He slammed the top of the laptop closed and put it on the coffee table he was closest to, jumping up off of the couch. Jaejoong stopped the vacuum he was running.
“I'm sorry,” He started. “I should've waited to run it. I knew you were working. I'll stop and go get dinner started.”
“You're fine.” Yunho said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“What's wrong?” Jaejoong wrapped the Vacuum cord and perched it on the holder of the vacuum before walking over to Yunho and placing the back of his hand to the other mans forehead. “Don't you feel well? I'll run you a bath and we can take one together.”
Turning to run upstairs, Jaejoong looked back to wink at his husband.
Yunho smiled. “What a goof.” He said, walking to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.
From the kitchen, he could hear the water running in the pipes when Jaejoong turned the handles and let It fill the tub. He pulled a cup from the cupboard and walked over the sink, turning the handle on the purifier and filling the glass with the clear liquid.
He took a few sips, his head filling with images of what he might get for Christmas. He had told Jaejoong that he really didn't need anything for Christmas. There was nothing else he needed, but Jaejoong wouldn't have it. He had already bought a gift.
“Yunho.”
Yunho jumped, almost dropping his cup. He hadn't heard Jaejoong come down the stairs.
“Jae, I didn't hear you co-” Turning around, Yunho really did drop the cup. “Jae!”
“I - It's not Christmas, I know. Well, not for another few hours. I mean... if - if you don't like it...” Jaejoong began to rock back and forth on his heels.
Yunho gaped at the outfit Jaejoong was sporting.
It was a little red dress, outlined in white fur, strapless, go figure. Jaejoong wore his hair pinned half up with a little red bow in the back, bangs falling forward and the rest of his blond hair on his bare shoulders. His eyes were outlined in eyeliner and he wore pink eyeshadow, his lips were a dark red and on his feet he wore high heeled shoes that were laced up the front, his stockings coming out from underneath them and climbing up his gorgeously smooth legs.
“B-but look! I have a tail!” He continued, jumping and turning around. Indeed, on the back of the dress was a little ball of fur. “So... Merry... Christmas eve?”
Turning to face a speechless Yunho, Jaejoong began to fidget. “Because you said you didn't need anything else, so... I can just say I bought it for me if you start to go ape.”
“I-” Yunho shook his head, beckoning Jaejoong forward with a finger. “Come here, baby.”
Sighing, Jaejoong dragged his feet along the linoleum tiling of the kitchen. “Okay, so you don't like it. I though it was cute.”
When Jaejoong was within arms reach, Yunho reached out, grabbing him and pulling him against his body.
“I love you so much.”
“That's always good to hear.”
“And you look so damn good right now.”
“...Really? Huh.”
Leaning forward, Yunho carefully captured Jaejoongs bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, laughing playfully when Jaejoong stuck his tongue out.
“That was not attractive, you odd little monkey.”
“Monkeys don't shave their legs.” Jaejoong admitted, taking Yunho's hand and leading it up the bare expanse of his thigh. “It feels nice, doesn't it? See, I can get a lot done in one shower when you're not in there.”
“Jaejoong, you've put me in a tough spot. I really wanted to take a bath.”
“You can still take one! I'll wash you.”
“But I really want to take you so much more. What should I do?”
“Weeeelll... that's a problem. Choose.”
Smiling, Yunho leaned down to kiss Jaejoong again, this time turning around so that Jaejoong's back was against the marble counter. As Jaejoong's lips parted, Yunho grabbed him by his thighs, waiting for Jaejoong to wrap his arms around his neck so that he could lift the older man onto the counter.
“Yunho...” Jaejoong said around his Yunho's lips. “We can't have sex on the counter. I cook here.”
“Okay, my little monkey. Let's go have some raunchy kitchen sex on the table, instead.”
“Ew.”
***
Two weeks had passed and they hadn't noticed a difference.
Jaejoong complained of nausea occasionally, but he never threw up, so there was no need for significant worry. Though he seemed to eat a lot more, Yunho thought it was cute. They often times went into town for big bags of animal crackers, something Jaejoong never used to eat before.
It wasn't until the third week that they noticed something was really wrong.
While vacuuming, Jaejoong collapsed. It wasn't that his legs gave out underneath him, he swayed for a minute and then tipped and fell on the floor.
Yunho, who had been perched on the couch, threw his laptop aside and jumped up, running over and kneeling down next to Jaejoong.
“Jae! What happened?”
“I'm dizzy.”
“What else have you done today?”
“Dishes.”
“I bet it's all those animal crackers you've been eating.”
Sliding his arm underneath Jaejoongs knees and another under his back, Yunho lifted him off of the floor, carrying him to the couch.
“You threw your laptop, idiot.” Jaejoong laughed, pointing to the black laptop laying on the floor.
“It's fine. It's been through worse.”
“What, your caveman breakouts where you freak and start banging on the keyboard with your fists?”
“Ah! I have a diagnosis.”
“Aish! Yunho, the rooms spinning!”
Yunho sighed, rubbing Jaejoongs arm soothingly.
“Sorry. I put it on rotate. Let me turn it off for you.”
“Har Har.”
Yunho laughed, standing up and moving away from the couch. “I'm gunna call the doctor and take you in.”
Jaejoong hummed in approval before turning on his side, scratching his stomach and falling asleep.
***
Jaejoongs diagnosis was rare. And weird. Something completely unheard of.
“You're fucking with me, Dr. Lee.”
The doctor just stared.
“You are fucking with me. Please tell me you are, just - you're just - please tell me you're screwing with me.”
The doctor continued to stare.
“Doctor!” Yunho screamed, jumping up out of his seat in the empty waiting room. The small doctors office was for their little ho-dung town. How many patients could he possible have?
“Well, Mr. Jung... It's... definitely something else.”
“Gah! DOCTOR!”
“Mr. Jung, please. I - I'm going to give Jaejoong some medication... it should... take care of the problem.”
“Did you... already tell him?”
“Well, no. Not yet. I was hoping maybe you could. He is your husband, after all.”
“Yunho? What's up?”
Yunho paled, turning slowly to face Jaejoong.
Heart racing, Yunho walked over to him, taking him by the hand and walking him back into the room. “Sit down, Jae.” He ordered, waiting for Jaejoong to jump onto the bed. He pulled a chair up and sat in front of Jaejoongs (still smooth) legs.
“...”
“Jae.”
“Yunho, please just tell me. Do I have cancer?” Jaejoong begged, putting his face in his hands and dropping his head.
“No! No.”
The doctor walked in, clearing his throat. Yunho glared at him and he coughed again.
The nerve of this guy.
Turning back to Jaejoong, Yunho took his hands again.
“I'm already freaking out so please promise me you won't freak out. At least, not for another ten minutes so that I can calm the hell down.”
“Okay. Bring it on, big guy.”
Taking a deep breath, Yunho leaned in pulling Jaejoongs body towards him and whispering to him, “You're pregnant.”
It took a second, but Jaejoong asked him to repeat it.
“Jung Jaejoong, you're going to have a baby, darling.”
The room fell silent and Jaejoong bit his lip. He pondered momentarily before he started smiling. “Really?” And then he freaked. “REALLY?! YUNHO! We're going to have a baby! Ohmygodyunhoweregunnahaveababy! Yunho! Yunho! We're going to have a baby!”
The doctors eyes widened and he slowly backed out of the room. Yunho looked up, mouth agape. “Jaejoong!”
“What?! I'm going to have a baby, Yunho! We're going to have a baby!”
“We are?”
“Yes!”
“Yes?”
“Yes!”
“Ye- wh- why?”
“Why not, Yunho! It's our baby!”
The doctor returned, an orange bottle in his hand. “This should take care of it.”
“Take care of what...?” Jaejoong asked, still bouncing in his spot. Yunho grit his teeth, slowly turning the other way. He was definitely going to get it.
“The problem.”
Jaejoong stopped bouncing, his eyes narrowing. “What problem.”
“The... uhmm...”
“My baby?”
“Well... no... not...”
“My baby.”
Yunho patted Jaejoongs leg. “Jae, I'm sorry. I didn't kn-”
“Yunho! He wants to kill my baby...” Jaejoong moaned, tears filling in his eyes. “He wants to kill my baby...” Moving aside Jaejoong jumped from the table, grabbing Yunho's hand and pulling him up. “I... can we leave?”
Yunho sighed, taking his hand and leading him slowly from the office, leaving the doctor behind them in awe.
***
The house was quiet for two days. Jaejoong and Yunho looked at each other, but nothing more.
It took two days for Jaejoong to break down and it happened while Yunho was in the midst of a sentence.
“Yunho! Talk to me! Please just talk to me!”
Jaejoong was sobbing into the cushioning of the couch, his fists banging at the pillow underneath him. Yunho sat across him, wide-eyed, laptop open and frozen on his lap.
When he realized what was happened he, once again, threw the laptop aside and jumped up. “Jae, baby! I'm sorry.” He was unbelievably whipped in a horrible way. “I'm so sorry. I didn't think you wanted me to talk to you!”
“Why...” hiccup. “Wouldn't I want...” Hiccup. “You to talk to...” hiccup. “Me...?”
“I'm so sorry!” Moving onto the couch and pulling Jaejoong onto his lap, Yunho hugged him and rocked him while he cried for all of one and a half hours. And when he was done he fell asleep.
That was when Yunho realized this was going to be a long eight months.