Little Surprises Chapter 5
Title: Little Surprises
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG for now~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "Jonghyun ignored him in favor of hiding his face in his hands and wallowing in his sorrow to the fullest. The magnae rolled his eyes. ”
( Chapter 1 )
( Chapter 2 )
( Chapter 3 )
( Chapter 4 )
Swine flu had already caused Taemin and Jonghyun to be in the same condition - and yet there was something more.
“Minnie! Stop it!” Jonghyun hissed for the third time since the nurse left the room. The magnae just continued to stare at him with large unblinking eyes. “Lee Taemin!”
“Who?”
“For the last time, it's none of your business!” He lied down on the bed and turned his back to Taemin, but could still feel the other’s eyes burning holes into the back of his skull.
“Who is it?”
“No one. Just let me sleep,” Jonghyun groaned, using a pillow to block out the increasingly aggravating repetition coming from the other bed.
“Hyung, who is it?”
“Minnie. Shut up!” He was very close to crying now, frustration, exhaustion, nausea, and incredulity all bunching up together in a tight knot in his throat, searing hot behind his eyes.
“Who is it?”
“Oh my god, Taemin! Shut up! I don't want to talk about it!” He turned as fast as the terrible aches in his body would allow him and threw one of his pillows at the magnae. It flopped uselessly to the ground between the two beds.
That was the last straw. In a second, Jonghyun was bawling and sobbing like he never had before. And that is saying a lot.
Taemin flinched when the first harsh sob left the other's mouth, suddenly feeling guilty. “Hyung, calm down. H-hyung...”
Jonghyun ignored him in favor of hiding his face in his hands and wallowing in his sorrow to the fullest. The magnae rolled his eyes.
“Aigoo! Jonghyun-hyung, calm down! You're having a baby, not dying!” Taemin got up carefully, trying to not upset the needle in the crook of his elbow that was providing him with much needed fluids. He had just found out from the test results that they were both already 2 months along.
“I ca-a-a-aaan't!” Then he went back to crying a river. Now that he had started, it was likely that he would swamp himself in his own tears. He felt Taemin's warm hand on his neck and didn't resist when the magnae pulled his head to rest on his chest. “This can't be happening! Oh my god..” Jonghyun hugged him tightly with both arms, his sobs seeming to increase in volume and cause his body to heave even more violently. Oh shit, Taemin thought to himself. Not what he was aiming for.
“Hyung, stop it! It's not that bad.” He tried to run his fingers through the lead singer's blonde hair, but instead got a piercing wail in response. Jesus Christ. And people called Key the drama queen. “Fine. Cry at will. We’ll talk about this later.” Taemin sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Jonghyun cried for 15 minutes before he was calm enough to utter anything coherent. Taemin wondered how he even had the breath for it. “Feeling better, hyung?”
The blond only shook his head and tried to wipe away the tear tracks staining his face. Taemin graced him with a benevolent smile and kept quiet about his blotchy face and swollen, bloodshot eyes. Jonghyun sniffed, then finally looked up at him.
“It's okay hyung, we're here for you.”
The lead singer's face threatened to twist into a sob once again. “How do you do that?” His voice was so small and lost, nothing like the usual loud mouth he was. Taemin had to resist his parental urges that were telling him to pet Jonghyun and coo at his kicked puppy face. “I mean, you're so young and you're pregnant with your second child! Munhee is just 7 months old! Why are you not crying!? Why didn't you the first time!!??” He was close to hysterics now that the sobbing phase had passed.
The magnae sighed and slipped his hand comfortingly into his hyung's, who gripped it as if it were a lifeline. “I did, hyung. With Minho. I was scared too, but didn't want to show that side of me to everyone. Don't worry, it goes away quickly.”
“I'm not sure I can do that...“
“Of course you can. Munhee loves you and you're so good with kids.” Taemin relaxed against the pillows and pulled Jonghyun with him, trying to force him to do the same. His head hurt, his throat was sore, and a new wave of nausea had just hit him. He could taste the hint of bile teasing the back of his throat. “It's okay Jonghyun-hyung. I've been pregnant before and I’m still alive, right?”
Jonghyun whimpered.
“Aish! Go to sleep, hyung.” The magnae's exasperated tone was like a slap in the face, making the other look at him in surprise. Taemin already had his eyes closed.
“You know, I'm am your hyung...”
“And I'm the person that is going to teach you everything you need to know for the next 7 months, so you better do as I say.” Taemin slid open an eye to peer at him before tugging on his shoulders. “Go to sleep, hyung.”
Jonghyun finally did, all the while murmuring about evil young ummas and disrespectful magnaes.
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The fumbling and constant checking of the nurses did little to wake him. It was his cellphone that finally brought him back to the land of the living, ringing insistently on the bedside table. He checked the time briefly before answering. 8:00PM. He had slept all day.
“Hello?” His voice was rough, throat hurting even more now. Besides that, his stomach didn't seem to agree with the jerky movement of reaching for the phone.
“Taemin-ah, how are you? I'm so worried.” Minho's gentle, deep voice was wonderfully soothing to his throbbing head. It was the equivalent of a cold towel on his forehead, making him sigh as his body relaxed more.
“I've been better, hyung. But I'm going to live. It's really not so bad.” Well, that wasn’t exactly the complete truth, as the constant nausea and lightheadedness were probably the worst sensations he had ever felt, even worse than the birth pains.
“And the baby? This is so dangerous...” Taemin could hear rustling and what he thought was cars in the background. Minho was probably taking a break from his schedule, hiding behind the back door of some TV studio. “And I'm sorry I didn't call before, management told us to leave you and Jonghyun-hyung to rest and focus on the schedule. I'm not supposed to be talking to you.”
Taemin couldn't help the smile that grew on his face, pure giddy happiness filling his chest at Minho's escapade. He released a little giggle, despite trying his best to suppress it. “Are you being naughty for me?” He turned away from Jonghyun's sleeping form, lowering his voice as he always did when flirting with his boyfriend. He could hear the embarrassed laughter on the other side of the line and felt instantly better.
“Yes I am~ Only for you. And now answer me before I get caught.” Taemin could feel that Minho was much more at ease after hearing his voice. And if he was joking, there couldn't be any problems.
“Ne~ The doctor said the baby is fine. I'm two months along and they're monitoring us every hour. He did say that it's dangerous to be pregnant under such conditions, but we're fine for now. Oh, and he also called my obstetrician. We're going to be just fine, daddy. How is Munhee?”
Minho smiled down at his toddler, who was resting against his hip and happily slurping from his sippy cup. He occasionally sang in nonsense baby language, shaking his little body from one side to the other. “He's just fine. We got him and ourselves tested, just in case. We're all healthy, aren't we, big boy?” A smooching sound soon followed.
Taemin turned over on the bed, imagining how Minho would lean down a bit and kiss their boy's head. “Tell Munhee umma misses him.”
“You can tell him that. Here, I'll hold the phone for him.” More rustling and an inquisitive baby squeal. Taemin could make out Minho encouraging him to speak.
“Munnie? Umma misses you so much. I will be back soon, okay? Love you.” He would deny it forever, but his eyes watered when Munhee babbled a two-syllabled word that may or may not have been 'umma.' “And I love you too,” he said when he could hear Minho getting the phone back. Taemin could imagine it so well. His beautiful, tall Minho clutching the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could pass their son to his other arm.
“I love you too, Minnie.” There was a moment of silence where they just enjoyed each other's company before the rapper spoke again in a low voice. “ And you know, I'm happy. I was really surprised earlier about another baby, even a little panicked. Munhee is so young and for a moment I wondered if we could do it. But now I'm sure we can. I'm really happy Taemin.”
“That's so good to hear, hyung. It makes me calmer. I was so surprised when I found out.” He turned a little, checking on Jonghyun, who seemed to be thrashing around a bit. “Jonghyun-hyung is not feeling so good though.”
“Oh, I heard. Let me warn you both to expect an unpleasant call tomorrow. Manager-hyung seemed like he wanted to cry when he heard the news. Kibum threw a fit and called Jonghyun-hyung all the synonyms for stupid I’ve ever known and some I don’t. Jinki-hyung is still a little stunned.”
“Yeah, I figured. No one was expecting me to get pregnant now, but Jong? I didn't even know he had someone!” Taemin leaned over the blonde a little more, trying to check if he was having a nightmare.
“No one knew. We have to talk to him about it later.” Taemin heard more movement on the other side of the line and Minho suddenly spoke again, with a certain urgency in his voice. “I have to go, they're looking for me. Good night baby, get well. Love you.”Love you too, Minho. Good night,” Taemin sighed, eyeing his bed with longing. He couldn't stay on Jonghyun's bed all night, but his own seemed so far away. He was weighing the pros and cons of walking to the other bed when his hyung sniffed. Taemin turned immediately, a hand on the blonde's shoulder. “Hyung?”
The quiet murmur that answered him was a little shaky and slightly cracked. “You know, Minnie, I miss him. I really want to have what you and Minho have, but I don't think that's possible anymore.” His breath hitched but he didn't cry. The magnae noticed Jonghyun's open cellphone held tightly against his chest. “We broke up. It was really stupid fight, but it ended so badly. I've never seen him again.”
“Jonghyun-hyung...” Taemin used a hand to turn the blond on his back and hugged him tightly, trying to pass confidence and positive vibes to the other. “Jonghyun-hyung, it's okay. You focus on getting better, on getting you and your baby boy or girl healthy. You can wait a few days, no need to call him now. Just get better.”
The lead singer sighed, closing his eyes and showing just how tired he was. “I don't want to call him, I don't want to tell him, to interfere with his life. Stop frowning at me, Minnie.”
“No. You have to call him, whoever he is, he has the right to know. You will call him. You can't be that cowardly and irresponsible.”
Jonghyun watched him rant with stricken eyes, looking like a child while clutching his cellphone to his chest. “I don't feel like the hyung at all...”
Taemin smiled a little, embarrassed. “Well, sometimes even hyungs need a piece of advice. Are you going to tell me who it is?” Jonghyun groaned and rolled his eyes, doing his best not to slap Taemin across the head. “You're never going to let it go, are you? Brat.” Taemin just flashed his trademark smile.
“FINE! Here.” He shoved his cellphone at Taemin, where a picture of himself and other guy was set as the wallpaper. The magnae took a few seconds to recognize the smiling face, his jaw falling. “Oh.”
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Three days later they weren’t contagious anymore and had agreed on keeping the identity of the father a secret until Jonghyun could talk to him. They had also been given a lecture from management about how there was no way they would be stopping the schedules this time and they had better get used to the idea of being pregnant on TV. Other then that, it was okay, since it was good promotion. Taemin bit his tongue in order to not retaliate against the last part.
Key and a manager were currently at their room, helping them pack up to go back home. “I should kill you, Jonghyun. Really. Gut you with a kitchen knife and throw your insides to the crows. What were you thinking?”
Taemin worried his bottom lip, waiting by the door with his backpack on his shoulder. He could see how tired his hyung still was by the way he carried himself, sighing every two minutes. “Key-umma, please let him be. I'm pregnant too, remember?” He used all his aegyo to try and focus the other's attention on him.
Kibum turned his icy glare on him, but it softened just a bit. “I know that! But you are in a loving, stable relationship. He, on the other hand, won't even tell us who the father is!” Jonghyun, who was already high strung, snapped at this last comment, throwing his backpack on the bed viciously.
“Look! I'm an adult and I'm not even the first to reproduce in this band! So leave me alone! I will tell you who the father is when I feel like it! IF I EVER FEEL LIKE IT! SO LEAVE. ME. ALONE!” He grabbed his stuff from under the shocked gaze of the others and left the room, slamming the door behind him for added effect.
They would have been stunned in silence for a bit longer had the manager not made them move, following Jonghyun to the car at a safe distance.
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On the same day Taemin and Jonghyun were discharged, they got the great news of three whole days of rest. Key and Onew only had one or two radio shows and were free to stay home too. Minho was completely free so he could take care of Munhee.
They lazed around the dorm all day trying not to cross paths with Jonghyun, who didn't seem to want to talk with anyone. At 7PM, the blonde was already sleeping in his bed, obviously avoiding his band.
Taemin lied on his own bed, dozing off every so often, but keeping an eye open for Munhee who was playing with plastic blocks with Jinki on the leader's matress. The nonsense that spilled from the leader's mouth and the nonsense in reply from his son made him smile, his fuzzy mind imagining that they understood each other.
The soft sound of the door closing alerted the magnae of Minho's entrance, the rapper carefully holding a tray with broth and water. “Eat something, baby. You're way too thin.”
Taemin smiled softly and sat up like an old man, groaning. “Look who's talking~”
“I'm not carrying anyone else on my skinny body. Come on, eat.” He leaned down to arrange the tray on his boyfriend's body and gifted him with a peck to the lips as well. The brunette then migrated to Jinki's bed, sitting behind Munhee. “Jinki-hyung, can I have a moment alone with Minnie?”
The leader nodded, but pointed to Jonghyun's snoring form on the top bunk. “Try not to wake him up, he's not feeling well.”
“Don't worry, hyung.” As Onew left, probably in search of his moody lover, Minho sat closer to Taemin, Munhee cuddled snugly between them. The magnae let his spoon rest on the plate when he noticed his boyfriend taking a velvet box from his back pocket. “Minnie, I love you. You gave me Munhee and now you're bearing another child of mine. You and the children are the greatest joy in my life and I really want to be with you forever. So, will you marry me?”
As he opened the box, two simple silver bands sat within, four tiny white stones embedded on each.
Taemin felt his smile would tear his face in half at any second now. At first they had talked about marriage, but decided against it, as to the fact that they are very young. But now, with a second kid on the way and having matured, he also felt they had no reason to postpone it any longer.
The magnae lifted his sparkling eyes from the box and could not hold his tongue from teasing. “You're so cheesy~” Half second after, he threw himself into Minho's arms, barely avoiding the tray with soup. “Of course, love. Of course.” He could feel Minho's smile against his hair, Munhee's warm little body by his side and the fluttering presence in his belly. That was all he needed.
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Finally! I'm sorry for the long wait! XDDDD And, btw, it wrote itself, I have no control over it~~XDD~~
Thanks to my wonderful beta crystaltsunami
Comments are love and keep the writer motivated ;D
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG for now~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "Jonghyun ignored him in favor of hiding his face in his hands and wallowing in his sorrow to the fullest. The magnae rolled his eyes. ”
( Chapter 1 )
( Chapter 2 )
( Chapter 3 )
( Chapter 4 )
Swine flu had already caused Taemin and Jonghyun to be in the same condition - and yet there was something more.
“Minnie! Stop it!” Jonghyun hissed for the third time since the nurse left the room. The magnae just continued to stare at him with large unblinking eyes. “Lee Taemin!”
“Who?”
“For the last time, it's none of your business!” He lied down on the bed and turned his back to Taemin, but could still feel the other’s eyes burning holes into the back of his skull.
“Who is it?”
“No one. Just let me sleep,” Jonghyun groaned, using a pillow to block out the increasingly aggravating repetition coming from the other bed.
“Hyung, who is it?”
“Minnie. Shut up!” He was very close to crying now, frustration, exhaustion, nausea, and incredulity all bunching up together in a tight knot in his throat, searing hot behind his eyes.
“Who is it?”
“Oh my god, Taemin! Shut up! I don't want to talk about it!” He turned as fast as the terrible aches in his body would allow him and threw one of his pillows at the magnae. It flopped uselessly to the ground between the two beds.
That was the last straw. In a second, Jonghyun was bawling and sobbing like he never had before. And that is saying a lot.
Taemin flinched when the first harsh sob left the other's mouth, suddenly feeling guilty. “Hyung, calm down. H-hyung...”
Jonghyun ignored him in favor of hiding his face in his hands and wallowing in his sorrow to the fullest. The magnae rolled his eyes.
“Aigoo! Jonghyun-hyung, calm down! You're having a baby, not dying!” Taemin got up carefully, trying to not upset the needle in the crook of his elbow that was providing him with much needed fluids. He had just found out from the test results that they were both already 2 months along.
“I ca-a-a-aaan't!” Then he went back to crying a river. Now that he had started, it was likely that he would swamp himself in his own tears. He felt Taemin's warm hand on his neck and didn't resist when the magnae pulled his head to rest on his chest. “This can't be happening! Oh my god..” Jonghyun hugged him tightly with both arms, his sobs seeming to increase in volume and cause his body to heave even more violently. Oh shit, Taemin thought to himself. Not what he was aiming for.
“Hyung, stop it! It's not that bad.” He tried to run his fingers through the lead singer's blonde hair, but instead got a piercing wail in response. Jesus Christ. And people called Key the drama queen. “Fine. Cry at will. We’ll talk about this later.” Taemin sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Jonghyun cried for 15 minutes before he was calm enough to utter anything coherent. Taemin wondered how he even had the breath for it. “Feeling better, hyung?”
The blond only shook his head and tried to wipe away the tear tracks staining his face. Taemin graced him with a benevolent smile and kept quiet about his blotchy face and swollen, bloodshot eyes. Jonghyun sniffed, then finally looked up at him.
“It's okay hyung, we're here for you.”
The lead singer's face threatened to twist into a sob once again. “How do you do that?” His voice was so small and lost, nothing like the usual loud mouth he was. Taemin had to resist his parental urges that were telling him to pet Jonghyun and coo at his kicked puppy face. “I mean, you're so young and you're pregnant with your second child! Munhee is just 7 months old! Why are you not crying!? Why didn't you the first time!!??” He was close to hysterics now that the sobbing phase had passed.
The magnae sighed and slipped his hand comfortingly into his hyung's, who gripped it as if it were a lifeline. “I did, hyung. With Minho. I was scared too, but didn't want to show that side of me to everyone. Don't worry, it goes away quickly.”
“I'm not sure I can do that...“
“Of course you can. Munhee loves you and you're so good with kids.” Taemin relaxed against the pillows and pulled Jonghyun with him, trying to force him to do the same. His head hurt, his throat was sore, and a new wave of nausea had just hit him. He could taste the hint of bile teasing the back of his throat. “It's okay Jonghyun-hyung. I've been pregnant before and I’m still alive, right?”
Jonghyun whimpered.
“Aish! Go to sleep, hyung.” The magnae's exasperated tone was like a slap in the face, making the other look at him in surprise. Taemin already had his eyes closed.
“You know, I'm am your hyung...”
“And I'm the person that is going to teach you everything you need to know for the next 7 months, so you better do as I say.” Taemin slid open an eye to peer at him before tugging on his shoulders. “Go to sleep, hyung.”
Jonghyun finally did, all the while murmuring about evil young ummas and disrespectful magnaes.
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The fumbling and constant checking of the nurses did little to wake him. It was his cellphone that finally brought him back to the land of the living, ringing insistently on the bedside table. He checked the time briefly before answering. 8:00PM. He had slept all day.
“Hello?” His voice was rough, throat hurting even more now. Besides that, his stomach didn't seem to agree with the jerky movement of reaching for the phone.
“Taemin-ah, how are you? I'm so worried.” Minho's gentle, deep voice was wonderfully soothing to his throbbing head. It was the equivalent of a cold towel on his forehead, making him sigh as his body relaxed more.
“I've been better, hyung. But I'm going to live. It's really not so bad.” Well, that wasn’t exactly the complete truth, as the constant nausea and lightheadedness were probably the worst sensations he had ever felt, even worse than the birth pains.
“And the baby? This is so dangerous...” Taemin could hear rustling and what he thought was cars in the background. Minho was probably taking a break from his schedule, hiding behind the back door of some TV studio. “And I'm sorry I didn't call before, management told us to leave you and Jonghyun-hyung to rest and focus on the schedule. I'm not supposed to be talking to you.”
Taemin couldn't help the smile that grew on his face, pure giddy happiness filling his chest at Minho's escapade. He released a little giggle, despite trying his best to suppress it. “Are you being naughty for me?” He turned away from Jonghyun's sleeping form, lowering his voice as he always did when flirting with his boyfriend. He could hear the embarrassed laughter on the other side of the line and felt instantly better.
“Yes I am~ Only for you. And now answer me before I get caught.” Taemin could feel that Minho was much more at ease after hearing his voice. And if he was joking, there couldn't be any problems.
“Ne~ The doctor said the baby is fine. I'm two months along and they're monitoring us every hour. He did say that it's dangerous to be pregnant under such conditions, but we're fine for now. Oh, and he also called my obstetrician. We're going to be just fine, daddy. How is Munhee?”
Minho smiled down at his toddler, who was resting against his hip and happily slurping from his sippy cup. He occasionally sang in nonsense baby language, shaking his little body from one side to the other. “He's just fine. We got him and ourselves tested, just in case. We're all healthy, aren't we, big boy?” A smooching sound soon followed.
Taemin turned over on the bed, imagining how Minho would lean down a bit and kiss their boy's head. “Tell Munhee umma misses him.”
“You can tell him that. Here, I'll hold the phone for him.” More rustling and an inquisitive baby squeal. Taemin could make out Minho encouraging him to speak.
“Munnie? Umma misses you so much. I will be back soon, okay? Love you.” He would deny it forever, but his eyes watered when Munhee babbled a two-syllabled word that may or may not have been 'umma.' “And I love you too,” he said when he could hear Minho getting the phone back. Taemin could imagine it so well. His beautiful, tall Minho clutching the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could pass their son to his other arm.
“I love you too, Minnie.” There was a moment of silence where they just enjoyed each other's company before the rapper spoke again in a low voice. “ And you know, I'm happy. I was really surprised earlier about another baby, even a little panicked. Munhee is so young and for a moment I wondered if we could do it. But now I'm sure we can. I'm really happy Taemin.”
“That's so good to hear, hyung. It makes me calmer. I was so surprised when I found out.” He turned a little, checking on Jonghyun, who seemed to be thrashing around a bit. “Jonghyun-hyung is not feeling so good though.”
“Oh, I heard. Let me warn you both to expect an unpleasant call tomorrow. Manager-hyung seemed like he wanted to cry when he heard the news. Kibum threw a fit and called Jonghyun-hyung all the synonyms for stupid I’ve ever known and some I don’t. Jinki-hyung is still a little stunned.”
“Yeah, I figured. No one was expecting me to get pregnant now, but Jong? I didn't even know he had someone!” Taemin leaned over the blonde a little more, trying to check if he was having a nightmare.
“No one knew. We have to talk to him about it later.” Taemin heard more movement on the other side of the line and Minho suddenly spoke again, with a certain urgency in his voice. “I have to go, they're looking for me. Good night baby, get well. Love you.”Love you too, Minho. Good night,” Taemin sighed, eyeing his bed with longing. He couldn't stay on Jonghyun's bed all night, but his own seemed so far away. He was weighing the pros and cons of walking to the other bed when his hyung sniffed. Taemin turned immediately, a hand on the blonde's shoulder. “Hyung?”
The quiet murmur that answered him was a little shaky and slightly cracked. “You know, Minnie, I miss him. I really want to have what you and Minho have, but I don't think that's possible anymore.” His breath hitched but he didn't cry. The magnae noticed Jonghyun's open cellphone held tightly against his chest. “We broke up. It was really stupid fight, but it ended so badly. I've never seen him again.”
“Jonghyun-hyung...” Taemin used a hand to turn the blond on his back and hugged him tightly, trying to pass confidence and positive vibes to the other. “Jonghyun-hyung, it's okay. You focus on getting better, on getting you and your baby boy or girl healthy. You can wait a few days, no need to call him now. Just get better.”
The lead singer sighed, closing his eyes and showing just how tired he was. “I don't want to call him, I don't want to tell him, to interfere with his life. Stop frowning at me, Minnie.”
“No. You have to call him, whoever he is, he has the right to know. You will call him. You can't be that cowardly and irresponsible.”
Jonghyun watched him rant with stricken eyes, looking like a child while clutching his cellphone to his chest. “I don't feel like the hyung at all...”
Taemin smiled a little, embarrassed. “Well, sometimes even hyungs need a piece of advice. Are you going to tell me who it is?” Jonghyun groaned and rolled his eyes, doing his best not to slap Taemin across the head. “You're never going to let it go, are you? Brat.” Taemin just flashed his trademark smile.
“FINE! Here.” He shoved his cellphone at Taemin, where a picture of himself and other guy was set as the wallpaper. The magnae took a few seconds to recognize the smiling face, his jaw falling. “Oh.”
-
Three days later they weren’t contagious anymore and had agreed on keeping the identity of the father a secret until Jonghyun could talk to him. They had also been given a lecture from management about how there was no way they would be stopping the schedules this time and they had better get used to the idea of being pregnant on TV. Other then that, it was okay, since it was good promotion. Taemin bit his tongue in order to not retaliate against the last part.
Key and a manager were currently at their room, helping them pack up to go back home. “I should kill you, Jonghyun. Really. Gut you with a kitchen knife and throw your insides to the crows. What were you thinking?”
Taemin worried his bottom lip, waiting by the door with his backpack on his shoulder. He could see how tired his hyung still was by the way he carried himself, sighing every two minutes. “Key-umma, please let him be. I'm pregnant too, remember?” He used all his aegyo to try and focus the other's attention on him.
Kibum turned his icy glare on him, but it softened just a bit. “I know that! But you are in a loving, stable relationship. He, on the other hand, won't even tell us who the father is!” Jonghyun, who was already high strung, snapped at this last comment, throwing his backpack on the bed viciously.
“Look! I'm an adult and I'm not even the first to reproduce in this band! So leave me alone! I will tell you who the father is when I feel like it! IF I EVER FEEL LIKE IT! SO LEAVE. ME. ALONE!” He grabbed his stuff from under the shocked gaze of the others and left the room, slamming the door behind him for added effect.
They would have been stunned in silence for a bit longer had the manager not made them move, following Jonghyun to the car at a safe distance.
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On the same day Taemin and Jonghyun were discharged, they got the great news of three whole days of rest. Key and Onew only had one or two radio shows and were free to stay home too. Minho was completely free so he could take care of Munhee.
They lazed around the dorm all day trying not to cross paths with Jonghyun, who didn't seem to want to talk with anyone. At 7PM, the blonde was already sleeping in his bed, obviously avoiding his band.
Taemin lied on his own bed, dozing off every so often, but keeping an eye open for Munhee who was playing with plastic blocks with Jinki on the leader's matress. The nonsense that spilled from the leader's mouth and the nonsense in reply from his son made him smile, his fuzzy mind imagining that they understood each other.
The soft sound of the door closing alerted the magnae of Minho's entrance, the rapper carefully holding a tray with broth and water. “Eat something, baby. You're way too thin.”
Taemin smiled softly and sat up like an old man, groaning. “Look who's talking~”
“I'm not carrying anyone else on my skinny body. Come on, eat.” He leaned down to arrange the tray on his boyfriend's body and gifted him with a peck to the lips as well. The brunette then migrated to Jinki's bed, sitting behind Munhee. “Jinki-hyung, can I have a moment alone with Minnie?”
The leader nodded, but pointed to Jonghyun's snoring form on the top bunk. “Try not to wake him up, he's not feeling well.”
“Don't worry, hyung.” As Onew left, probably in search of his moody lover, Minho sat closer to Taemin, Munhee cuddled snugly between them. The magnae let his spoon rest on the plate when he noticed his boyfriend taking a velvet box from his back pocket. “Minnie, I love you. You gave me Munhee and now you're bearing another child of mine. You and the children are the greatest joy in my life and I really want to be with you forever. So, will you marry me?”
As he opened the box, two simple silver bands sat within, four tiny white stones embedded on each.
Taemin felt his smile would tear his face in half at any second now. At first they had talked about marriage, but decided against it, as to the fact that they are very young. But now, with a second kid on the way and having matured, he also felt they had no reason to postpone it any longer.
The magnae lifted his sparkling eyes from the box and could not hold his tongue from teasing. “You're so cheesy~” Half second after, he threw himself into Minho's arms, barely avoiding the tray with soup. “Of course, love. Of course.” He could feel Minho's smile against his hair, Munhee's warm little body by his side and the fluttering presence in his belly. That was all he needed.
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Finally! I'm sorry for the long wait! XDDDD And, btw, it wrote itself, I have no control over it~~XDD~~
Thanks to my wonderful beta crystaltsunami
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