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Title: Five Men and A Baby: Chapter 3
Authour(s): maroonladybug
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HoMin
Length: 1,095
Warnings: M!Preg, Cursing, my attempts at angst
Summary: Changmin gets Yunho preggers ... shut up
A/N: Un-beta'd in all it's grammatically incorrect glory.
***
The car ride home from the hospital had been absolutely not want for a myriad of reasons, the first and probably most important being that it was horrifyingly awkward. The false cheeriness had come to a head at some point before they actually drove out of the hospital parking lot, the air conditioner had given up the will to live halfway down the highway and Changmin- typically the loudest and snarkiest of everyone in the van - was resolutely silent. Everyone - including Manager who'd had to be let in on the secret- pretended not to see the six foot tall stack of emo sitting quietly in the back of the van.
Then,“Oh dear God I think I may vomit.”
And that is exactly what Yunho began to do adding that particularlly sour smell to the already emotionally toxic environment within the suddenly very, very, very small van.
Fortunately, Jaejoong had been able to find a random bucket under his seat and therefore saved the day.
Unfortunately? Junsu had been seated next to the expecting father and received a lap full of semi digested green gelatin about five seconds before Jaejoong and his bucket came to the rescue.
Which was why Yunho was now on his back, in bed with a cold pack on his forehead and tears in his eyes. Hormone imbalances were a bitch, “Junsu, I'm so sorry.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes, “Shut up. Now we just know to keep an empty container near by in case Yunho Jr. gets a bit rowdy again. Clothes can be washed. Okay?”
Yoochun tries hard not to laugh as Yunho gives a sad little nod and Junsu frowns miserably, “Couldn't you have held it in for a bit longer?”
When Jaejoong turns to scowl at him over his shoulder Junsu miraculously disappears into the bathroom to clean the rest of Yunho's stomach off his person.
“So. Yunho. Now that you've thrown up your breakfast, I'm sure you're probably hungry.”
Yunho thinks for a moment before shifting the compress covering his eyes to the side and nodding again, “A little.”
“Good. Then we can plot as we eat.”
“Oh, would you look at the time~” And then Yoochun is gone, his inherent fear of all plans devised by one Kim Jaejoong winning out over both curiosity and his rumbling stomach, the door shutting gently behind him.
***
Eight phone calls, several buckets, a stilted, cautious conversation that leaves Yunho with tears in his eyes and Changmin with a perpetual frown on his face and thirty-four lame ass baby names later Jaejoong and Yunho sit together in the kitchen.
“Manager knows, The Boss knows, we know.” Yunho shoved another cheese covered cherry into his mouth with a moan of absolute pleasure, “Mpfhhhph … so good, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong grimaces in response, “ You throw up gelatin, watermelon, mochi, half the fridge and wasabi peas but you can eat cheese covered cherries. You disgust me.”
Yunho laughs at Jaejoong's disgust around his mouthful of food, “No, I don't think I do.”
“If you say so,” Jaejoong tries to hide his smile behind the rim of the mug in his hands, “ Everyone who needs to know, knows. The baby'll be born in Korea but we'll head to Bora Bora or something the moment you pop. We hang out there for a few months, you re-coup and then we come back with the baby and act like we adopted it or something. The plan is flawless.”
Yunho lifts a skeptical eyebrow and then bursts out laughing when Jaejoong continues, “And, on the up side of painful childbirth, big lies and abnormal cravings, we'll have one more person to help us take over the world.”
Which is when Yoochun drifts into the kitchen, his stomach winning out over the inherent fear that Jaejoong's particular brand of crazy could rub off on him, “What has you dying in here?”
He glances over Yunho's shoulder into the half full bowl of fruit on the table and wrinkles his nose in disgust, “Not counting that mess that you're actually eating. What is that anyway?”
Jaejoong smirks, “ Cheese covered cherries. You should try one.”
“Umm, let's go with no,” Yoochun begins to root through the now open refridgerator before starting talk again, his voice muffled, “ I take it you aren't making dinner, Jae?”
“Nope.”
“Bastard.”
Again Yunho begins to laugh but this time he manages to spray Jaejoong with a light sheen of his half chewed supper.
“Eww.” Yoochun glances up at Junsu's loud exclamation and promptly falls onto the floor ,clutching at his sides, as Yunho starts to apologize profusely, his mortification tangible.
No one notices Changmin walking slowly into the kitchen as Jaejoong begins to yell at Yoochun for laughing at him and Junsu stoops to look up into Yunho's eyes where horror is quickly transforming into humour.
“What's going on?”
Changmin forces himself to stand there, in the doorway that leads to the living room, his face carefully blank and his stance rigidly relaxed as all movement comes to a grinding halt. Yoochun, ever the curious dumbass, looks from Junsu's worried face to Yunho's pained expression to Jaejoong's thin varnish of calm and quickly decides that things aren't going to end well.
“Hey, Minnie-ah. We were just laughing at Yunho and Jaejoong,” Yoochun watches as a flicker of badly hidden jealousy makes it's way through Changmin's light brown eyes and lifts himself quickly to his feet, “Cherries and cheese were involved.”
Changmin tilts his head in confusion, “That sounds gross.”
“Yeah, well that's the only thing that the baby, our baby, seems to like at the moment,” Yunho then stands swiftly and makes his way down the attached hallway towards his room, his back rigid with the attempt at staying strong while Jaejoong appears torn between yelling at Changmin and following their obviously hurt leader-sshi
Yoochun watches Changmin's face go from confused to shocked to almost heartbroken before he gathers himself up, takes a glass from the cabinet, pours himself some water and then makes his own exit, leaving Junsu and Yoochun to stare at one another in bewilderment.
“What are we gonna do about this, Yoochun?” Junsu whispers, as though speaking louder than half a decibel could bring down the rafters.
Yoochun scratches his head in confusion, not quite sure as to what actually went down, “Fuck if I know, Junsu. Fuck if I know.”
Authour(s): maroonladybug
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HoMin
Length: 1,095
Warnings: M!Preg, Cursing, my attempts at angst
Summary: Changmin gets Yunho preggers ... shut up
A/N: Un-beta'd in all it's grammatically incorrect glory.
***
The car ride home from the hospital had been absolutely not want for a myriad of reasons, the first and probably most important being that it was horrifyingly awkward. The false cheeriness had come to a head at some point before they actually drove out of the hospital parking lot, the air conditioner had given up the will to live halfway down the highway and Changmin- typically the loudest and snarkiest of everyone in the van - was resolutely silent. Everyone - including Manager who'd had to be let in on the secret- pretended not to see the six foot tall stack of emo sitting quietly in the back of the van.
Then,“Oh dear God I think I may vomit.”
And that is exactly what Yunho began to do adding that particularlly sour smell to the already emotionally toxic environment within the suddenly very, very, very small van.
Fortunately, Jaejoong had been able to find a random bucket under his seat and therefore saved the day.
Unfortunately? Junsu had been seated next to the expecting father and received a lap full of semi digested green gelatin about five seconds before Jaejoong and his bucket came to the rescue.
Which was why Yunho was now on his back, in bed with a cold pack on his forehead and tears in his eyes. Hormone imbalances were a bitch, “Junsu, I'm so sorry.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes, “Shut up. Now we just know to keep an empty container near by in case Yunho Jr. gets a bit rowdy again. Clothes can be washed. Okay?”
Yoochun tries hard not to laugh as Yunho gives a sad little nod and Junsu frowns miserably, “Couldn't you have held it in for a bit longer?”
When Jaejoong turns to scowl at him over his shoulder Junsu miraculously disappears into the bathroom to clean the rest of Yunho's stomach off his person.
“So. Yunho. Now that you've thrown up your breakfast, I'm sure you're probably hungry.”
Yunho thinks for a moment before shifting the compress covering his eyes to the side and nodding again, “A little.”
“Good. Then we can plot as we eat.”
“Oh, would you look at the time~” And then Yoochun is gone, his inherent fear of all plans devised by one Kim Jaejoong winning out over both curiosity and his rumbling stomach, the door shutting gently behind him.
***
Eight phone calls, several buckets, a stilted, cautious conversation that leaves Yunho with tears in his eyes and Changmin with a perpetual frown on his face and thirty-four lame ass baby names later Jaejoong and Yunho sit together in the kitchen.
“Manager knows, The Boss knows, we know.” Yunho shoved another cheese covered cherry into his mouth with a moan of absolute pleasure, “Mpfhhhph … so good, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong grimaces in response, “ You throw up gelatin, watermelon, mochi, half the fridge and wasabi peas but you can eat cheese covered cherries. You disgust me.”
Yunho laughs at Jaejoong's disgust around his mouthful of food, “No, I don't think I do.”
“If you say so,” Jaejoong tries to hide his smile behind the rim of the mug in his hands, “ Everyone who needs to know, knows. The baby'll be born in Korea but we'll head to Bora Bora or something the moment you pop. We hang out there for a few months, you re-coup and then we come back with the baby and act like we adopted it or something. The plan is flawless.”
Yunho lifts a skeptical eyebrow and then bursts out laughing when Jaejoong continues, “And, on the up side of painful childbirth, big lies and abnormal cravings, we'll have one more person to help us take over the world.”
Which is when Yoochun drifts into the kitchen, his stomach winning out over the inherent fear that Jaejoong's particular brand of crazy could rub off on him, “What has you dying in here?”
He glances over Yunho's shoulder into the half full bowl of fruit on the table and wrinkles his nose in disgust, “Not counting that mess that you're actually eating. What is that anyway?”
Jaejoong smirks, “ Cheese covered cherries. You should try one.”
“Umm, let's go with no,” Yoochun begins to root through the now open refridgerator before starting talk again, his voice muffled, “ I take it you aren't making dinner, Jae?”
“Nope.”
“Bastard.”
Again Yunho begins to laugh but this time he manages to spray Jaejoong with a light sheen of his half chewed supper.
“Eww.” Yoochun glances up at Junsu's loud exclamation and promptly falls onto the floor ,clutching at his sides, as Yunho starts to apologize profusely, his mortification tangible.
No one notices Changmin walking slowly into the kitchen as Jaejoong begins to yell at Yoochun for laughing at him and Junsu stoops to look up into Yunho's eyes where horror is quickly transforming into humour.
“What's going on?”
Changmin forces himself to stand there, in the doorway that leads to the living room, his face carefully blank and his stance rigidly relaxed as all movement comes to a grinding halt. Yoochun, ever the curious dumbass, looks from Junsu's worried face to Yunho's pained expression to Jaejoong's thin varnish of calm and quickly decides that things aren't going to end well.
“Hey, Minnie-ah. We were just laughing at Yunho and Jaejoong,” Yoochun watches as a flicker of badly hidden jealousy makes it's way through Changmin's light brown eyes and lifts himself quickly to his feet, “Cherries and cheese were involved.”
Changmin tilts his head in confusion, “That sounds gross.”
“Yeah, well that's the only thing that the baby, our baby, seems to like at the moment,” Yunho then stands swiftly and makes his way down the attached hallway towards his room, his back rigid with the attempt at staying strong while Jaejoong appears torn between yelling at Changmin and following their obviously hurt leader-sshi
Yoochun watches Changmin's face go from confused to shocked to almost heartbroken before he gathers himself up, takes a glass from the cabinet, pours himself some water and then makes his own exit, leaving Junsu and Yoochun to stare at one another in bewilderment.
“What are we gonna do about this, Yoochun?” Junsu whispers, as though speaking louder than half a decibel could bring down the rafters.
Yoochun scratches his head in confusion, not quite sure as to what actually went down, “Fuck if I know, Junsu. Fuck if I know.”