fic: Unbalanced {Chapter 6} -NC-17-
Title: Unbalanced
Length: Chaptered, 6/10
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, MPreg
Warnings: MPreg, Sex, AU, RPS, mild xover
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: So this chapter went a little insane on length and I ended up chopping it up into smaller chapters. The good news in this is that Chapter 8 won't take as long to finish.
'ie' is not intended as an honorific.
Prologue -- SideShot: Causes -- Chapter 1 -- Chapter 2 -- SideShot: Sympathy -- Chapter 3 -- Chapter 4 -- Sideshot: Normal -- Chapter 5
Summary: Life is the most difficult balancing act of all.
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“Yunnie...”
Wrinkling his nose, Yunho tried to ignore the soft voice of his lover spooned against his back.
“Yunnie?”
It was late and even though he didn't have the same exhausting schedule he'd had before, he'd spent most of the day running around trying to figure out what exactly he was going to do with himself for the next several months.
At first, he'd thought about going back to school. An enforced break of at least six months - possibly longer - seemed like the ideal time to try to give himself some kind of fall-back plan in case he never managed to recover his entertainer status.
The idea of willingly venturing into the university that Changmin attended, waddling and fat as he was likely to become, was about as appealing as rotten eggs. And Heechul's 'solution' was just as bad - as if there was a chance in hell of him going as a girl.
He didn't dare spend too much time outside the apartment, lest someone figure out exactly why he was on medical leave. Too many people already knew for his own comfort. He'd already felt the sting of discomfort around guys that he'd always considered friends before. They looked at him with barely concealed disgust that made him want to hide.
It limited his ability to do much of anything.
A hand shook his shoulder. “Are you awake, Yunho?”
He made a face and pushed Jaejoong's hand away. “If I wasn't already I would be now, wouldn't I?”
“Ahh... sorry....”
He waited for a moment to see what the other had to say, but now that he'd accomplished the goal of getting Yunho's attention, Jaejoong had lapsed back into silence.
Sighing, Yunho squirmed around so he could face his lover. “What?”
“I don't want to bother you....” Jaejoong bit his lip and trailed his fingers over Yunho's bare arms.
“And yet you're keeping me up regardless because.....?”
There was just enough light coming in through the window to allow him to see Jaejoong's expression as the older man shifted and scrunched up his face, clearly trying to find the words. “Well... It's just.... Umm...”
His usual patience had vanished somewhere along the same time as his tolerance for the smell of eggs. “It's just well um, what?”
Jaejoong slid closer and slid one hand down to settle on Yunho's hip. “It's been a while....”
It had been a while for quite a few things and it took a second for Yunho to actually catch on to what Jaejoong was implying with his hopeful expression and suggestive touches. “You want to have sex??”
“Hush!” Jaejoong shushed him, glancing over his shoulder at the closed door. As far as they knew, everyone else was asleep, but with the four active members now on conflicting schedules, there was no telling who would be up doing what when anymore. Assured that no one was in danger of passing their room and overhearing, Jaejoong turned back to him and cuddled closer. “Is that so hard to believe? We haven't had sex in months, Yunnie...”
Yunho made a strangled noise of disbelief. “You woke me up for sex?”
“Well, you weren't really asleep yet, were you?” Jaejoong shot back, defensive.
“That's not the point.”
“Then what is the-“ Jaejoong cut himself off and took a deep breath. Then he leaned in and nuzzled Yunho's neck, kissing the pulse point softly. “I love you....”
Yunho rolled his eyes. Somehow, he'd never really pictured himself being on the receiving end of such an obvious ploy for sex - even once he'd realized he'd fallen in love with another boy. No wonder women got so fed up with them. “Go jack off in the bathroom.”
The smack that hit his shoulder wasn't hard. “Yuuuunie~” Then Jaejoong sighed and rolled his eyes. “I've been doing that every night for the last two weeks. Pleeeease?”
His lover looked so pathetic that Yunho couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. Just the faintest hint of a twinge, though. The idea that Jaejoong could even think of sex while Yunho was feeling like a particularly hideous breed of bloated whale was more than enough to drown it out.
“Good night, Jaejoong,” he ground out, twisting and squirming until his back was to the other man again. If it was so difficult to simply roll over now, he hated to imagine what it would be like the further along the ordeal got.
“Yunnie...” Jaejoong sounded even more pathetic as he snuggled against Yunho's back, his erection pressed against Yunho's ass.
Yunho sighed.
It was enough that he reached back and stuck his hand down the front of Jaejoong's sleep pants. Maybe a hand job would satisfy his lover and he'd finally be able to get some sleep.
Jaejoong made a sound of embarrassment and need, but thrust helplessly into Yunho's hand regardless. After a moment he stopped, one of his own hands moved downwards to slide between Yunho's thighs. “please?”
“...” Maybe it was just the invasion of his body that had affected his brain so negatively. It still took him far longer than it usually would have to grasp what Jaejoong was asking for. When it did finally register, he blushed deeply. They'd done it before, of course, when they'd both wanted sex but one or the other hadn't been ready for the full physical act yet. Somehow it had always seemed more perverted to Yunho than actual intercourse. He pressed his face against his pillow as if it could somehow hide his embarrassment. “Jaejoong...”
“please?” A gentle kiss against his neck. Another on his shoulder. “please?”
All he could manage was a slight, almost imperceptible nod. It was enough, though, as Jaejoong hurriedly began tugging their sleep pants down as if he was afraid of Yunho changing his mind if he was too slow. Which was probably a well founded fear.
There was a rustling sound behind him before a towel was tossed against his hip followed by the popping sound of a cap. Yunho rolled his eyes. If Jaejoong had a towel and lube handy, he'd expected to wear Yunho down eventually.
Gentle fingers nudged against his leg and Yunho obediently shifted and raised one enough to allow the slick length of Jaejoong's cock to slide between his thighs. Still blushing, Yunho closed his legs on the hot member.
Jaejoong hissed softly against his neck before nipping gently. “I love you...”
He pulled back, careful not to let his cock slip from between Yunho's legs, then slid closer.
The gentle slide of Jaejoong was enough to stir some interest in his own length and Yunho relaxed slightly, not quite participating but not as grudgingly passive as he'd thought he'd be.
It seemed to go on forever and yet, perversely, was over far too soon.
Yunho made a face at the remains of lube and sticky cum between his thighs, but before he could grouse and clean it up himself, Jaejoong had the towel and was wiping up the mess he'd made. Once Yunho was clean again, Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yunho's shoulders and pressed soft kisses there. “I really do love you...”
He sighed and relaxed even further into Jaejoong's embrace. “I love you, too.”
Things had gotten so crazy that half the time he couldn't tell which way was up or down anymore. People he'd thought were his friends were shying away from him, he was lying to the fans he cherished, his future was in limbo. But despite all of that, his love for Jaejoong and the knowledge that it was returned was the one truth he held firm.
Soft hands slipped down, tenderly caressing first the swell of his belly and then further. Yunho grabbed the hand before it could take him in hand. “No.”
“But Yunnie-“
“Please, Jae... I don't... I'd rather you didn't.”
Jaejoong sighed and began massaging his lower back gently. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Knots of tension and stress slowly began to soothe under Jaejoong's hands and Yunho wanted to stretch and purr like a cat. “This is good... better than sex.”
Laughing softly, Jaejoong paused long enough to nip at his shoulder, but obediently continued the massage. “For this, all you have to do is let me know you need it.”
“Your thumbs would fall off before I stopped needing it,” Yunho replied, only half-joking.
“Anything for you,” Jaejoong promised, stopping to actually hug him this time.
“Jaejoong-“ It was enough to make Yunho feel guilty over his refusal to have actual sex. He rolled back over, grimacing when Jaejoong had to scoot back to make room for his added girth. “Stupid, fat-ass-“
But Jaejoong silenced him with a kiss. “You're not fat, Yunho. You're pregnant.” He pressed his hand against the stretching skin of Yunho's abdomen, smiling when a tiny limb kicked at him. “And this... This isn't stupid. This is a miracle.” Jaejoong kissed him again, softer this time. “This is our miracle.”
“Jaejoong is stupid,” Yunho mumbled, not wanting to be soothed, but helpless against Jaejoong's sincerity.
Jaejoong laughed and kissed his nose. “Stupidly happy and in love and what's wrong with that?”
Yunho just sighed and let himself be cuddled. Somehow, he didn't think Jaejoong would appreciate another run down of all the ways he was likely to end up disappointed and unhappy.
~*~*~
“I want to know.”
“No.”
“Yunho, this isn't just your decision.”
Yunho glowered his general dissatisfaction to the passing cars. “No.”
Any trip to visit his doctor was guaranteed to put the pregnant man into a less than pleasant state of mind, but Jaejoong thought that this particular visit had made Yunho even more surly than usual. From the moment Dr. Kim had offered to tell them the sex of the baby, the entire morning's already sour mood had just started going downhill.
And he'd thought they were making progress on getting Yunho to accept the baby.
Sighing, Jaejoong brought his lover's clenched hands to his lips. “Please, Yunho. It will make things easier if we know whether or not it's a boy or girl. We can't buy the baby any clothes and those little diapers are made gender-specific now. My mother says-“
“Tell me you didn't tell your mother?!” Yunho asked turning away from the window with a horrified look.
“No, but I think-“
“No.” If he'd thought Yunho's denials had been vehement before, this was downright viciously negative. He wondered briefly if Yunho intended to tell his own parents that fans had sent the baby in the mail. Yunho's grip on his arm was painful. “We're not telling them. Either set.”
“Yunho-“
“Promise me.”
“Fine, I promise that I won't tell either of our parents anything until it can't be hidden from them anymore, but I will blame you entirely when they start trying to guilt trip us about not telling them sooner. Now will you let go, please? The make-up artist is going to have a bitch of a time covering up the bruises you're leaving.” It was as much of a promise as Yunho was going to get out of him.
Luckily, after a long moment of staring, Yunho seemed to come to the same conclusion. He let go of Jaejoong's arm, a gentle stroke of apology across the angry red marks he'd left.
“Sorry,” he muttered, looking miserable.
“It's fine,” Jaejoong waved away the apology. It was fine. He wouldn't even have mentioned it if it weren't for the fact that he started filming the next day. Besides, they'd gotten off topic. “What's wrong with finding out the sex?”
“Jaejoong, stop it.” Yunho gave Jaejoong a pleading look. “Please, just... Can we not argue about this? Just tear up the envelope and throw it away. We'll find out when it's over.”
Jaejoong stared at Yunho for a long moment before giving in with another long sigh. He loved Yunho too much to pressure him on this issue. He smiled slightly. “I guess we can buy everything in yellows and greens.”
~*~*~
Chapter 7
Length: Chaptered, 6/10
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, MPreg
Warnings: MPreg, Sex, AU, RPS, mild xover
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: So this chapter went a little insane on length and I ended up chopping it up into smaller chapters. The good news in this is that Chapter 8 won't take as long to finish.
'ie' is not intended as an honorific.
Prologue -- SideShot: Causes -- Chapter 1 -- Chapter 2 -- SideShot: Sympathy -- Chapter 3 -- Chapter 4 -- Sideshot: Normal -- Chapter 5
Summary: Life is the most difficult balancing act of all.
~*~*~
“Yunnie...”
Wrinkling his nose, Yunho tried to ignore the soft voice of his lover spooned against his back.
“Yunnie?”
It was late and even though he didn't have the same exhausting schedule he'd had before, he'd spent most of the day running around trying to figure out what exactly he was going to do with himself for the next several months.
At first, he'd thought about going back to school. An enforced break of at least six months - possibly longer - seemed like the ideal time to try to give himself some kind of fall-back plan in case he never managed to recover his entertainer status.
The idea of willingly venturing into the university that Changmin attended, waddling and fat as he was likely to become, was about as appealing as rotten eggs. And Heechul's 'solution' was just as bad - as if there was a chance in hell of him going as a girl.
He didn't dare spend too much time outside the apartment, lest someone figure out exactly why he was on medical leave. Too many people already knew for his own comfort. He'd already felt the sting of discomfort around guys that he'd always considered friends before. They looked at him with barely concealed disgust that made him want to hide.
It limited his ability to do much of anything.
A hand shook his shoulder. “Are you awake, Yunho?”
He made a face and pushed Jaejoong's hand away. “If I wasn't already I would be now, wouldn't I?”
“Ahh... sorry....”
He waited for a moment to see what the other had to say, but now that he'd accomplished the goal of getting Yunho's attention, Jaejoong had lapsed back into silence.
Sighing, Yunho squirmed around so he could face his lover. “What?”
“I don't want to bother you....” Jaejoong bit his lip and trailed his fingers over Yunho's bare arms.
“And yet you're keeping me up regardless because.....?”
There was just enough light coming in through the window to allow him to see Jaejoong's expression as the older man shifted and scrunched up his face, clearly trying to find the words. “Well... It's just.... Umm...”
His usual patience had vanished somewhere along the same time as his tolerance for the smell of eggs. “It's just well um, what?”
Jaejoong slid closer and slid one hand down to settle on Yunho's hip. “It's been a while....”
It had been a while for quite a few things and it took a second for Yunho to actually catch on to what Jaejoong was implying with his hopeful expression and suggestive touches. “You want to have sex??”
“Hush!” Jaejoong shushed him, glancing over his shoulder at the closed door. As far as they knew, everyone else was asleep, but with the four active members now on conflicting schedules, there was no telling who would be up doing what when anymore. Assured that no one was in danger of passing their room and overhearing, Jaejoong turned back to him and cuddled closer. “Is that so hard to believe? We haven't had sex in months, Yunnie...”
Yunho made a strangled noise of disbelief. “You woke me up for sex?”
“Well, you weren't really asleep yet, were you?” Jaejoong shot back, defensive.
“That's not the point.”
“Then what is the-“ Jaejoong cut himself off and took a deep breath. Then he leaned in and nuzzled Yunho's neck, kissing the pulse point softly. “I love you....”
Yunho rolled his eyes. Somehow, he'd never really pictured himself being on the receiving end of such an obvious ploy for sex - even once he'd realized he'd fallen in love with another boy. No wonder women got so fed up with them. “Go jack off in the bathroom.”
The smack that hit his shoulder wasn't hard. “Yuuuunie~” Then Jaejoong sighed and rolled his eyes. “I've been doing that every night for the last two weeks. Pleeeease?”
His lover looked so pathetic that Yunho couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. Just the faintest hint of a twinge, though. The idea that Jaejoong could even think of sex while Yunho was feeling like a particularly hideous breed of bloated whale was more than enough to drown it out.
“Good night, Jaejoong,” he ground out, twisting and squirming until his back was to the other man again. If it was so difficult to simply roll over now, he hated to imagine what it would be like the further along the ordeal got.
“Yunnie...” Jaejoong sounded even more pathetic as he snuggled against Yunho's back, his erection pressed against Yunho's ass.
Yunho sighed.
It was enough that he reached back and stuck his hand down the front of Jaejoong's sleep pants. Maybe a hand job would satisfy his lover and he'd finally be able to get some sleep.
Jaejoong made a sound of embarrassment and need, but thrust helplessly into Yunho's hand regardless. After a moment he stopped, one of his own hands moved downwards to slide between Yunho's thighs. “please?”
“...” Maybe it was just the invasion of his body that had affected his brain so negatively. It still took him far longer than it usually would have to grasp what Jaejoong was asking for. When it did finally register, he blushed deeply. They'd done it before, of course, when they'd both wanted sex but one or the other hadn't been ready for the full physical act yet. Somehow it had always seemed more perverted to Yunho than actual intercourse. He pressed his face against his pillow as if it could somehow hide his embarrassment. “Jaejoong...”
“please?” A gentle kiss against his neck. Another on his shoulder. “please?”
All he could manage was a slight, almost imperceptible nod. It was enough, though, as Jaejoong hurriedly began tugging their sleep pants down as if he was afraid of Yunho changing his mind if he was too slow. Which was probably a well founded fear.
There was a rustling sound behind him before a towel was tossed against his hip followed by the popping sound of a cap. Yunho rolled his eyes. If Jaejoong had a towel and lube handy, he'd expected to wear Yunho down eventually.
Gentle fingers nudged against his leg and Yunho obediently shifted and raised one enough to allow the slick length of Jaejoong's cock to slide between his thighs. Still blushing, Yunho closed his legs on the hot member.
Jaejoong hissed softly against his neck before nipping gently. “I love you...”
He pulled back, careful not to let his cock slip from between Yunho's legs, then slid closer.
The gentle slide of Jaejoong was enough to stir some interest in his own length and Yunho relaxed slightly, not quite participating but not as grudgingly passive as he'd thought he'd be.
It seemed to go on forever and yet, perversely, was over far too soon.
Yunho made a face at the remains of lube and sticky cum between his thighs, but before he could grouse and clean it up himself, Jaejoong had the towel and was wiping up the mess he'd made. Once Yunho was clean again, Jaejoong wrapped his arms around Yunho's shoulders and pressed soft kisses there. “I really do love you...”
He sighed and relaxed even further into Jaejoong's embrace. “I love you, too.”
Things had gotten so crazy that half the time he couldn't tell which way was up or down anymore. People he'd thought were his friends were shying away from him, he was lying to the fans he cherished, his future was in limbo. But despite all of that, his love for Jaejoong and the knowledge that it was returned was the one truth he held firm.
Soft hands slipped down, tenderly caressing first the swell of his belly and then further. Yunho grabbed the hand before it could take him in hand. “No.”
“But Yunnie-“
“Please, Jae... I don't... I'd rather you didn't.”
Jaejoong sighed and began massaging his lower back gently. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Knots of tension and stress slowly began to soothe under Jaejoong's hands and Yunho wanted to stretch and purr like a cat. “This is good... better than sex.”
Laughing softly, Jaejoong paused long enough to nip at his shoulder, but obediently continued the massage. “For this, all you have to do is let me know you need it.”
“Your thumbs would fall off before I stopped needing it,” Yunho replied, only half-joking.
“Anything for you,” Jaejoong promised, stopping to actually hug him this time.
“Jaejoong-“ It was enough to make Yunho feel guilty over his refusal to have actual sex. He rolled back over, grimacing when Jaejoong had to scoot back to make room for his added girth. “Stupid, fat-ass-“
But Jaejoong silenced him with a kiss. “You're not fat, Yunho. You're pregnant.” He pressed his hand against the stretching skin of Yunho's abdomen, smiling when a tiny limb kicked at him. “And this... This isn't stupid. This is a miracle.” Jaejoong kissed him again, softer this time. “This is our miracle.”
“Jaejoong is stupid,” Yunho mumbled, not wanting to be soothed, but helpless against Jaejoong's sincerity.
Jaejoong laughed and kissed his nose. “Stupidly happy and in love and what's wrong with that?”
Yunho just sighed and let himself be cuddled. Somehow, he didn't think Jaejoong would appreciate another run down of all the ways he was likely to end up disappointed and unhappy.
~*~*~
“I want to know.”
“No.”
“Yunho, this isn't just your decision.”
Yunho glowered his general dissatisfaction to the passing cars. “No.”
Any trip to visit his doctor was guaranteed to put the pregnant man into a less than pleasant state of mind, but Jaejoong thought that this particular visit had made Yunho even more surly than usual. From the moment Dr. Kim had offered to tell them the sex of the baby, the entire morning's already sour mood had just started going downhill.
And he'd thought they were making progress on getting Yunho to accept the baby.
Sighing, Jaejoong brought his lover's clenched hands to his lips. “Please, Yunho. It will make things easier if we know whether or not it's a boy or girl. We can't buy the baby any clothes and those little diapers are made gender-specific now. My mother says-“
“Tell me you didn't tell your mother?!” Yunho asked turning away from the window with a horrified look.
“No, but I think-“
“No.” If he'd thought Yunho's denials had been vehement before, this was downright viciously negative. He wondered briefly if Yunho intended to tell his own parents that fans had sent the baby in the mail. Yunho's grip on his arm was painful. “We're not telling them. Either set.”
“Yunho-“
“Promise me.”
“Fine, I promise that I won't tell either of our parents anything until it can't be hidden from them anymore, but I will blame you entirely when they start trying to guilt trip us about not telling them sooner. Now will you let go, please? The make-up artist is going to have a bitch of a time covering up the bruises you're leaving.” It was as much of a promise as Yunho was going to get out of him.
Luckily, after a long moment of staring, Yunho seemed to come to the same conclusion. He let go of Jaejoong's arm, a gentle stroke of apology across the angry red marks he'd left.
“Sorry,” he muttered, looking miserable.
“It's fine,” Jaejoong waved away the apology. It was fine. He wouldn't even have mentioned it if it weren't for the fact that he started filming the next day. Besides, they'd gotten off topic. “What's wrong with finding out the sex?”
“Jaejoong, stop it.” Yunho gave Jaejoong a pleading look. “Please, just... Can we not argue about this? Just tear up the envelope and throw it away. We'll find out when it's over.”
Jaejoong stared at Yunho for a long moment before giving in with another long sigh. He loved Yunho too much to pressure him on this issue. He smiled slightly. “I guess we can buy everything in yellows and greens.”
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Chapter 7