[ONESHOT] of Ice Creams, Cherries and Mirrors
Title: of Ice Creams, Cherries and Mirrors
Pairing: GDYB
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mpreg
Summary: "Are you really fuckin' kidding with me? Like really really?"
Well, actually Youngbae would never have trouble getting up early, but that night when he was awakened by his wifey made him not really feel like smiling. He grunted and turned away from his wifey. "Come on baby, sleep," he mumbled and tried to sleep again. But of course the blanket was pulled away from him again.
"No. Get up, Bae!"
Grunting, he sat straight and looked half asleep at the pouting Jiyong. "What?" he finally asked, and yawned a few times.
"I feel like eating Icecream," he heard his wife say mumbling. Jiyong looked at him and stroked his belly. "She wants Icecream, baby," he pouted and looked at Youngbae pleadingly.
"Aish!" Youngbae mumbled and scratched his head, "Why did you wake me then, go eat, eh?"
"But there's no ice cream at home!"
"God, how the hell do I find icecream at... 2am?"
"You have to!"
"I have to nothing, Jiyong, I have to sleep, yes, I have to get up early tomorrow to work, I have to go make money for you and I have to make a future for our baby!"
"I said get up!"
"No, I'm not going anywhere!"
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"I can't believe I'm looking at 2am with a pregnant man for an ice cream!"
Rolling his eyes at him Jiyonh pouted, "What can I do? Our baby wants it!"
Youngbae let out a sigh and looked at him, "Sorry, babe. I'm a terrible husband, right?"
With a sweet smile, Jiyong stared at him and shook his head slowly. "You are perfect."
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"Sorry, buddy, that I wake you up so late. But it's a emergency. Can you maybe get your cafe open? Huh? Ah, okay, I'll wait here,"
Youngbae hung up and sighed, he put his head against the steering wheel of his car. Just when his eyes began to close, he heard his wife Jiyong talking.
"Where is he!"
"Ji... Baby... I just called him, right? Patience, baby."
"Pff!" Jiyong sulkily put a hand on his fat belly and stroked it gently. From his corner, he looked at Youngbae. "Isn't he here yet?"
"No,"
Jiyong impatiently tapped his foot and bit in his lip. He looked cautiously toward his husband. "Is he-"
"No, no and no, Jiyong-ah!" Youngbae screamed suddenly and looked at him with those big red angry eyes (from not to sleep through) at him.
With startled eyes Jiyong looked at his man and pouted. "Okay, I understand. Why are you screaming?" he whispered sulkily back and stroked his belly. "Dad is angry, baby," he muttered, and raised an eyebrow as he looked at Youngbae.
"I'm not angr-"
Tap Tap
Youngbae looked out the window and saw his friend standing there. Smiling, he opened the door and went out quickly. "Stay here. I'll be back with the ice cream, okay?" he said to Jiyong before the door behind him.
His eyes followed Youngbae when he and his friend opened the cafe and walked in. Tapping his foot Jiyong looked out of the window of their car and saw a poster hanging on the wall. It was dark outside, but he could just see what was on the poster. A plate full of fresh red cherries. He licked his lips as his sense of ice slowly sank and he suddenly wants so badly cherry. He ran his tongue over his lips staring at the cherries on the poster. It seemed as if the cherries were shining and-
His thoughts were broken by the door was opened and Youngbae took his place behind the wheel with a package of strawberry flavor ice cream. He smiled widely and raised the ice cream. "Tadaa! Enjoy."
Slowly sank the smile on Youngbae's face and panting he looked at Jiyong with an open mouth. Quickly he opened the package and put the spoon in ice cream. "Here. Eat. You wanted ice cream, right?" he said, hissing and grabbed roughly the ice cream.
"Bae, baby ... Uhm," Jiyong whispered smiling nervously and then he spoke the words quickly because he knew that his man will be angry at him, "I-want-to-eat-fresh-red-cherries."
Tired Youngbae dropped his hand on his lap and looked wide-eyed at Jiyong. "Are you really fuckin' kidding with me? Like really really?" He hissed and laughed as if he heard the biggest joke in the world.
Jiyong bit in his lip, "Our baby wants-"
"Are you playing with me?"
"Bae-"
"Are you-"
"I love you~" With glistening eyes Jiyong looked at him and gently took his hand to put it on his stomach. "You still love our baby, right~"
Youngbae knew already he was defeated. He could never, ever reject this cutest, most beautiful creature in the world of him. Sighing, he slowly began to stroke his belly. Smiling gently, he leaned forward and gently placed his lips on Jiyong. He tenderly kissed him and broke the kiss and his lips moved to his forehead. Kissing him there, he spoke quietly, "I love you my babies..." He spoke lovingly and kissed him last time before he started the car.
"Let's go to the cherry!"
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This must be a dream. With eyes wide open Youngbae looked at the greengrocers. Does God stand on my side tonight, he thought turning his head so he could look at his wifey. This was the fifth grocery store he was looking for until now they were all closed and they had finally found an open one.
"Let's get your cherries, baby," he smiled and walked quickly out of the car so he can open the door for the pregnant man he loves. Jiyong stood up and gently put a hand on his lower back. Youngbae lovingly helped him to walk, trying not to laugh. He had always found it cute Jiyong and his fat belly. It was just a lovely view.
Together they walked into the store. An old man with gray hair stood behind the cash register. Youngbae and Jiyong walked slowly to the man. Youngbae looked pleased at the man. "Finally an open grocery store!" he said laughing, "Can you please give us a kilo of cherries, ahjussi?" Youngbae asked politely smiling and caressed Jiyong's back as he waited for the man that will bring the cherries. But for the second time his smile sank away as the man looked at him excused.
"I'm sorry kid, but it's not time for cherries. They are available in the summer,"
"What?" Youngbae suddenly shouted angrily and grabbed the man by the collar, "you're telling me that you don't cherries?" he said calmly. The man swallowed slowly and looked helplessly at Jiyong.
Jiyong quickly grabbed the arm of Youngbae. "Bae, it does not matter."
"What?"
"Let him go, baby. I don't want cherries anymore. Let's go home."
"No. We're going nowhere... I-"
"Dong Youngbae! Where are your manners?"
"What manners? I'm didn't woke up at 2am woke to look for cherries and only to hear this shir," he hissed and finally let go the man.
"Bae?"
"Let's go."
Jiyong quickly grabbed the arm of Youngnae and together they walked out the greengrocery. Youngbae stopped in front od the car and looked at Jiyong. "Sorry, dear," he said softly, stroking Jiyong's face.
"It's okay. Let's just go home."
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It was 4am when they arrived home. Youngbae opened the door of their house and let first Jiyong walk in. He stood long enough for a pregnant man. Gently Youngbae brought his wifey to their bedroom and put him on the bed. "Change. You have to sleep," he said sweetly but raised an eyebrow when Jiyong didn't say something. "What is it, baby?" worried he looked at him and knelt in front of him. He put a hand on his knee and caressed him, "tell me, Ji,"
"There's nothing-"
"Hell yeah."
"No, really," Jiyong smiled and nodded at him, "go and wear your pajamas,"
Youngbae looked at him not believing and Jiyong smiled wider. He pulled him up. "Go," he said finally smiled sweetly. Youngbae just kissed him and walked to the bathroom.
After he closed the door behind him, Jiyong stood up and walked to the big mirror. Once he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, a pout formed on his lips. He frowned and looked at his body pouting slightly as he cocked his head. His beautiful thin body was completely gone. He always saw the good looking Jiyong when he looked in the mirror, but since he became pregnant, everything changed. He got a fat belly. Not exactly sexy, he thought. He did not dare to look at himself anymore. He found himself so ugly and could not believe Youngbae could still look at him.
"It's all your fault and your dad's," he pouted and gave a teasing light poke in his belly. Okay, maybe he did have such a fat belly, but it was not that he do not want to have this baby. He knew how much Youngbae wanted to be father, and he also wanted this baby. Because it was their baby. His and Youngbae's. It was a miracle.
Completely lost in thought, he didn't know about the Youngbae in the doorway looking at him in surprise. Youngbae smiled, shaking his head and walked slowly to him.
Leaning against the wall beside the mirror, he looked at Jiyong. "What is the problem, sweetie?"
Startled Jiyong looked at him. He bit in his lip and looked away. "Nothing," he lied and sat down on the bed, staring at his hands. Youngbae took place next to him on the bed and put his head on the lap of Jiyong. Gently he kissed the fat belly of Jiyong.
"You're beautiful anyway... You're beautiful, don't forget," Youngbae whispered and smiled at him.
Jiyong smiled too and nodded, blushing, "let us sleep,"
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Lying on his back staring at the ceiling Jiyong sighed. He could feel Youngbae move and a big smile formed on his lips when he felt a kiss on his belly. Youngbae kissed tenderly his chest, his neck, his chin and finally his lips. He kissed him sweetly on his lips, stroking his tummy. "I'm so glad you're carrying a part of me in your tummy. I'm so glad you're part of me, baby," he whispered between kisses and broke the kiss panting.
Jiyong looked at him dreamily and nodded sweetly, "Me too," he whispered back and closed his eyes.
Youngbae gently kissed his forehead and moved onto his back and pulled Jiyong half on him. Jiyong comfortably placed his head on the chest of Youngbae, listening to the heartbeats that whispered, said, screamed 'Jiyong, Jiyong, Jiyong'. He smiled and closed his eyes.
"I love you," he whispered and kissed his chest.
"I love you and our junior Jiyong."
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Pairing: GDYB
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mpreg
Summary: "Are you really fuckin' kidding with me? Like really really?"
Well, actually Youngbae would never have trouble getting up early, but that night when he was awakened by his wifey made him not really feel like smiling. He grunted and turned away from his wifey. "Come on baby, sleep," he mumbled and tried to sleep again. But of course the blanket was pulled away from him again.
"No. Get up, Bae!"
Grunting, he sat straight and looked half asleep at the pouting Jiyong. "What?" he finally asked, and yawned a few times.
"I feel like eating Icecream," he heard his wife say mumbling. Jiyong looked at him and stroked his belly. "She wants Icecream, baby," he pouted and looked at Youngbae pleadingly.
"Aish!" Youngbae mumbled and scratched his head, "Why did you wake me then, go eat, eh?"
"But there's no ice cream at home!"
"God, how the hell do I find icecream at... 2am?"
"You have to!"
"I have to nothing, Jiyong, I have to sleep, yes, I have to get up early tomorrow to work, I have to go make money for you and I have to make a future for our baby!"
"I said get up!"
"No, I'm not going anywhere!"
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
"I can't believe I'm looking at 2am with a pregnant man for an ice cream!"
Rolling his eyes at him Jiyonh pouted, "What can I do? Our baby wants it!"
Youngbae let out a sigh and looked at him, "Sorry, babe. I'm a terrible husband, right?"
With a sweet smile, Jiyong stared at him and shook his head slowly. "You are perfect."
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
"Sorry, buddy, that I wake you up so late. But it's a emergency. Can you maybe get your cafe open? Huh? Ah, okay, I'll wait here,"
Youngbae hung up and sighed, he put his head against the steering wheel of his car. Just when his eyes began to close, he heard his wife Jiyong talking.
"Where is he!"
"Ji... Baby... I just called him, right? Patience, baby."
"Pff!" Jiyong sulkily put a hand on his fat belly and stroked it gently. From his corner, he looked at Youngbae. "Isn't he here yet?"
"No,"
Jiyong impatiently tapped his foot and bit in his lip. He looked cautiously toward his husband. "Is he-"
"No, no and no, Jiyong-ah!" Youngbae screamed suddenly and looked at him with those big red angry eyes (from not to sleep through) at him.
With startled eyes Jiyong looked at his man and pouted. "Okay, I understand. Why are you screaming?" he whispered sulkily back and stroked his belly. "Dad is angry, baby," he muttered, and raised an eyebrow as he looked at Youngbae.
"I'm not angr-"
Tap Tap
Youngbae looked out the window and saw his friend standing there. Smiling, he opened the door and went out quickly. "Stay here. I'll be back with the ice cream, okay?" he said to Jiyong before the door behind him.
His eyes followed Youngbae when he and his friend opened the cafe and walked in. Tapping his foot Jiyong looked out of the window of their car and saw a poster hanging on the wall. It was dark outside, but he could just see what was on the poster. A plate full of fresh red cherries. He licked his lips as his sense of ice slowly sank and he suddenly wants so badly cherry. He ran his tongue over his lips staring at the cherries on the poster. It seemed as if the cherries were shining and-
His thoughts were broken by the door was opened and Youngbae took his place behind the wheel with a package of strawberry flavor ice cream. He smiled widely and raised the ice cream. "Tadaa! Enjoy."
Slowly sank the smile on Youngbae's face and panting he looked at Jiyong with an open mouth. Quickly he opened the package and put the spoon in ice cream. "Here. Eat. You wanted ice cream, right?" he said, hissing and grabbed roughly the ice cream.
"Bae, baby ... Uhm," Jiyong whispered smiling nervously and then he spoke the words quickly because he knew that his man will be angry at him, "I-want-to-eat-fresh-red-cherries."
Tired Youngbae dropped his hand on his lap and looked wide-eyed at Jiyong. "Are you really fuckin' kidding with me? Like really really?" He hissed and laughed as if he heard the biggest joke in the world.
Jiyong bit in his lip, "Our baby wants-"
"Are you playing with me?"
"Bae-"
"Are you-"
"I love you~" With glistening eyes Jiyong looked at him and gently took his hand to put it on his stomach. "You still love our baby, right~"
Youngbae knew already he was defeated. He could never, ever reject this cutest, most beautiful creature in the world of him. Sighing, he slowly began to stroke his belly. Smiling gently, he leaned forward and gently placed his lips on Jiyong. He tenderly kissed him and broke the kiss and his lips moved to his forehead. Kissing him there, he spoke quietly, "I love you my babies..." He spoke lovingly and kissed him last time before he started the car.
"Let's go to the cherry!"
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
This must be a dream. With eyes wide open Youngbae looked at the greengrocers. Does God stand on my side tonight, he thought turning his head so he could look at his wifey. This was the fifth grocery store he was looking for until now they were all closed and they had finally found an open one.
"Let's get your cherries, baby," he smiled and walked quickly out of the car so he can open the door for the pregnant man he loves. Jiyong stood up and gently put a hand on his lower back. Youngbae lovingly helped him to walk, trying not to laugh. He had always found it cute Jiyong and his fat belly. It was just a lovely view.
Together they walked into the store. An old man with gray hair stood behind the cash register. Youngbae and Jiyong walked slowly to the man. Youngbae looked pleased at the man. "Finally an open grocery store!" he said laughing, "Can you please give us a kilo of cherries, ahjussi?" Youngbae asked politely smiling and caressed Jiyong's back as he waited for the man that will bring the cherries. But for the second time his smile sank away as the man looked at him excused.
"I'm sorry kid, but it's not time for cherries. They are available in the summer,"
"What?" Youngbae suddenly shouted angrily and grabbed the man by the collar, "you're telling me that you don't cherries?" he said calmly. The man swallowed slowly and looked helplessly at Jiyong.
Jiyong quickly grabbed the arm of Youngbae. "Bae, it does not matter."
"What?"
"Let him go, baby. I don't want cherries anymore. Let's go home."
"No. We're going nowhere... I-"
"Dong Youngbae! Where are your manners?"
"What manners? I'm didn't woke up at 2am woke to look for cherries and only to hear this shir," he hissed and finally let go the man.
"Bae?"
"Let's go."
Jiyong quickly grabbed the arm of Youngnae and together they walked out the greengrocery. Youngbae stopped in front od the car and looked at Jiyong. "Sorry, dear," he said softly, stroking Jiyong's face.
"It's okay. Let's just go home."
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
It was 4am when they arrived home. Youngbae opened the door of their house and let first Jiyong walk in. He stood long enough for a pregnant man. Gently Youngbae brought his wifey to their bedroom and put him on the bed. "Change. You have to sleep," he said sweetly but raised an eyebrow when Jiyong didn't say something. "What is it, baby?" worried he looked at him and knelt in front of him. He put a hand on his knee and caressed him, "tell me, Ji,"
"There's nothing-"
"Hell yeah."
"No, really," Jiyong smiled and nodded at him, "go and wear your pajamas,"
Youngbae looked at him not believing and Jiyong smiled wider. He pulled him up. "Go," he said finally smiled sweetly. Youngbae just kissed him and walked to the bathroom.
After he closed the door behind him, Jiyong stood up and walked to the big mirror. Once he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, a pout formed on his lips. He frowned and looked at his body pouting slightly as he cocked his head. His beautiful thin body was completely gone. He always saw the good looking Jiyong when he looked in the mirror, but since he became pregnant, everything changed. He got a fat belly. Not exactly sexy, he thought. He did not dare to look at himself anymore. He found himself so ugly and could not believe Youngbae could still look at him.
"It's all your fault and your dad's," he pouted and gave a teasing light poke in his belly. Okay, maybe he did have such a fat belly, but it was not that he do not want to have this baby. He knew how much Youngbae wanted to be father, and he also wanted this baby. Because it was their baby. His and Youngbae's. It was a miracle.
Completely lost in thought, he didn't know about the Youngbae in the doorway looking at him in surprise. Youngbae smiled, shaking his head and walked slowly to him.
Leaning against the wall beside the mirror, he looked at Jiyong. "What is the problem, sweetie?"
Startled Jiyong looked at him. He bit in his lip and looked away. "Nothing," he lied and sat down on the bed, staring at his hands. Youngbae took place next to him on the bed and put his head on the lap of Jiyong. Gently he kissed the fat belly of Jiyong.
"You're beautiful anyway... You're beautiful, don't forget," Youngbae whispered and smiled at him.
Jiyong smiled too and nodded, blushing, "let us sleep,"
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Lying on his back staring at the ceiling Jiyong sighed. He could feel Youngbae move and a big smile formed on his lips when he felt a kiss on his belly. Youngbae kissed tenderly his chest, his neck, his chin and finally his lips. He kissed him sweetly on his lips, stroking his tummy. "I'm so glad you're carrying a part of me in your tummy. I'm so glad you're part of me, baby," he whispered between kisses and broke the kiss panting.
Jiyong looked at him dreamily and nodded sweetly, "Me too," he whispered back and closed his eyes.
Youngbae gently kissed his forehead and moved onto his back and pulled Jiyong half on him. Jiyong comfortably placed his head on the chest of Youngbae, listening to the heartbeats that whispered, said, screamed 'Jiyong, Jiyong, Jiyong'. He smiled and closed his eyes.
"I love you," he whispered and kissed his chest.
"I love you and our junior Jiyong."
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