light up your face with gladness ♥
I know I'm supposed to be on hiatus but I wanted to write this.
This is my attempt to prove that nation boyfriend will be an amazing father to our his future children.
i see rainbows (part 1/3) - a simple joy. pg-13.
doojoon, g.na
doojoon/g.na
fluff, 2 028 words
you're having my baby and that's how i know you love me.
a simple joy
The jingling of keys and the unlocking of the door sounded in the apartment, followed by the sounds of his wife shuffling out of her high heels. Keeping the fire on the stove low, Doojoon headed out of the kitchen and was immediately greeted by her giggles.
“Hmm…. You do look sexy in this pink apron.” She commented with a grin as she falls into his arms and pressed a kiss on the spot just above his beating heart.
Kissing the top of her crown and chuckling, he weaved his fingers through her soft hair. “I’m insulted that you only realize this now. …. Anyway, where were you? I called you a few times on your cell but they kept going to your voicemail.”
At this question, he felt her stiffening and was slightly confused when she turned against him and walked towards the sofa. “I was at the hospital so I had to switch off my phone.” She answered with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders but the way her voice trembled slightly told him that it wasn’t a casual matter at all.
“Why did you go to the hospital? Are you sick? Why didn’t you let me know?” Holding her hands tightly in his, his heart ached at how pale she was looking now. He did notice that she had been looking exceptionally tired the last few days but his job as manager of one of the newly-debuted group had kept him too busy to do anything about it.
He hated himself for letting his work take precedence over the one he has promised to protect and take care of. How could he be such a horrible and selfish husband? Gina kept her head down in silence and he felt another stab of guilt. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Will you please tell me?”
Finally having the courage to look him in the eyes, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves but her hands still shook at the weight of what she is going to say. “Doojoon, you need to be very very very calm and listen carefully to what I’m going to say next, okay?”
He was never one to jump into conclusions but right at this moment, faced with the fear on his wife’s face, his mind could only think of one thing: oh shit, she has some incurable rare illness and she’s going to die in a few months time-
“I’m pregnant.”
Doojoon could only blink. Somehow, the two words that Gina had just uttered sounded too foreign for him to decipher. “So… you’re not going to die?”
“What, no! Doojoon, did you even hear what I just said?” She frowned and he thought that was cute but this was definitely not the time to think about such things because right now he needed to make sure that his wife wasn’t going to die.
“I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a child; you’re going to be a father.”
He spent the remaining of the day (and night) crying tears of joy into Gina’s sweater and repeating “I’m going to be a daddy, we’re going to be a happy family” over and over again. She could only hold him, patting his back and chuckling fondly, but she was definitely not without her own tears and joy.
Yoseob to Doojoon: IS IT TRUE?! ARE YOU AND GINA NOONA HAVING A BABY?!!!!!! IS IT A BOY OR A GIRL?!!! HAVE YOU PICKED A NAME FOR THE BABY?!!! CAN I NAME THE BABY, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?!!!
Hyunseung to Doojoon: CONGRATULATIONS! You better make me the baby’s first godfather kekeke.
Kikwang to Doojoon: I’m so happy for you and Gina noona! I’m planning to knit a sweater for the baby as a welcome-to-earth-present! Do you think I should start now?????
Dongwoon to Doojoon: Awwww hyung, that’s great news! Me and Kwangie hyung will come visit you guys soon! …And don’t worry, Kwangie hyung was just joking about the knitting.
Kikwang to Doojoon: I WAS NOT JOKING!!!
Junhyung to Doojoon: Oooh, just months about the wedding? Never knew that you had it in you, kekekeke. Hella happy for you man, the soju are already at my house, just waiting for you to come over and finish them.
Kikwang to Doojoon: So should I knit a blue or pink sweater?
In the middle of his sleep, he could vaguely hear her deep sighs, then felt the loss of warmth next to him as she sits upright on the edge of the bed. “Honey?” He croaked out as he cracked his eyes open slightly and switched on the bedside lamp. “What’s wrong?”
For some reason unknown to him, the expression Gina wore as she turned back to face him, resembled that of a child getting caught red-handed for stealing cookies. “Nothing! … I just… have a sudden craving for … onion rings now.”
“But it’s late.” He couldn’t help but point out the obvious as he rubbed his eyes sleepily and yawned, forgetting all the “important things a husband must do for his pregnant wife” that his umma had so dutifully told him.
“Doojoonie…” She came close to him and gripped his arm with a mysterious glint in her eyes that really shouldn’t be there in the wee hours of the morning, he thinks. “I really really really want to eat onion rings now, please?”
Was he imagining things or was there that pout on his wife’s face? If there is anything Doojoon hates in the world (other than Junhyung’s nagging), it will be that damn pout because it always causes him to do stupid and ridiculous things for her.
But he is a man and he shouldn’t allow himself to be walked all over by his wife so he cleared his throat and tried to ignore the pout. “Sweetheart…it’s 3am, where am I going to get onion rings from? I’ll buy you some in the morning, okay?” He gently rubbed her arm, hoping that it will somehow soothe her craving away.
There was a glare thrown in his way but seconds later, she smiled and said “okay” so cheerfully that he was pretty sure that it was nothing more than a late-night hallucination. They settled back onto the bed and he leaves a soft kiss on her lips, happy that he’s able to go back to sleep.
“Honey…. you know I have always hated onion rings, right? So why do you think I have a sudden craving for it now? Do you think our baby like onion rings? What do you think will happen if we don’t feed him or her now? Will our baby hate us? I don’t want our baby to hate us!”
He always forgets how persistent and persuasive Gina can be when she really wants something; that was the reason why he was attracted to her in the beginning so he shouldn’t blame anyone else for his plight now. And whoever said it was easy being the husband of his pregnant wife and the father of the child in her womb?
“Yes sweetheart, we don’t want our baby to hate us so I’m going to get you your onion rings, okay?” Slowly getting out of the warm wonderful bed, he muffled a whine and tried searching for his wallet with heavy-lidded eyes, wondering how exactly did his appa cope when his umma was pregnant with him and his noona.
But when he saw the bright grateful smile on her face (the one that causes her eyes to disappear into a pair of little crescent-moons), he knew that nothing can stop him from doing anything and everything for her.
After two hours of driving through Seoul and finally finding a fast-food outlet open in some seedy part of the town, he came home with a soggy packet of cold onion rings to find her sleeping soundly in the living room. Too tired to do anything else and not bearing to wake her up, he snuggled close to her on the tiny couch and breathed in her jasmine-lily scent. His hands rested gently on her protruding tummy and he smiled with tears in his eyes when he felt the surface of her stomach moving with every kick of his baby.
Maybe this was the true and simple joy of life that people were always talking about and searching for, he mused as he closed his eyes and just let himself be thankful for the little blessings in his life.
Doojoon rested his head as gently as possible on Gina’s stomach. He couldn’t hear anything and for a moment, he was slightly disappointed but soon he heard the soft murmurings and gurglings through the protective layer of skin and tissues and he exclaimed in excitement. “Our baby is calling “appa”! Do you hear it?!”
Gina laughed and softly patted his hair. “Silly, she is only five months old, she can’t talk yet!”
He rose and grinned at her, his fingers caressing her cheek. “Don’t you know, our daughter is a genius? I’m really sure about that.”
Her hands found his and she slowly drew circles on his palm. “Are you… disappointed that it’s a girl?”
There was something in her eyes that he couldn’t read but he didn’t like it and he frowned. “No, of course not! What makes you think that?”
“I thought you wanted a boy to do all the things fathers and sons do together.”
He pulled her into his embrace, letting her head rest on his chest. “Yes, but I want a girl to do all the things fathers and daughters do together too. Like teaching her to ride a bicycle, flying kites together, staring down at the boy that wants to date her, being amused at the nervous guy that wants her hand in marriage and finally leading her to the front of church and passing her delicate hand to the one that will protect and take care of her, even if I really don’t want to let go of her hand just yet.”
Gina didn’t say anything but she hugged him tighter, burying her face and tears into his chest. A rush of emotions overwhelmed him as he felt her tears seeping in through his shirt, a thick intoxication that left him breathless and defenceless. (An intoxication that reminded him of the first time he realized that he loves her truly, madly and deeply.)
“I love you.”
A sob escaped her. “I love you too.”
“I know. You’re having my baby and that’s the loveliest way you show your love for me. But I love you for carrying her through the tough nine months and all the craziness that comes with it. I know I can be dumb and clueless at times and I’m not gentle enough but please know that I will try my very best to take care of you, to be there for you and to hold you when it gets too heavy for you to handle. Because I love you and nothing will ever change that.”
He didn’t know that he was crying till she rose up a hand and wiped his tears away tenderly with a soft smile. “You’re already the best father our baby can ever have. And I love you as how you are now; there is no need for you to be better.”
There was another comfortable silence that enveloped them as they sat, holding each other close. Then Doojoon recalled something he had decided early on the day and he whispered into her ear. “Let’s name her Haneul.”
“Yoon Haneul…” Gina repeated the name in her soothing voice, while nodding her head in agreement and it sounded a lot lovelier than the first time he said it to himself. “That’s a very pretty name.”
He laid his hand on her stomach again and he imagined his daughter pressing her tiny palm on the protective membrane separating them.
Hello, my princess Hanuel. I can’t wait to see you and hold you in my arms four months later. I hope you will love this appa who is sometimes a little too insensitive and rough for his own good but do know that I love you already.
Apparently, "haneul" means sky in Korean. When I decided on this name, I didn't know what it meant but now I love the name more ^_^ Hopefully, I can finish part 2 and 3 soon; there's going to be a lot of drama in the next part :O I will love it too if you will leave me a comment telling me how this is. :)
This is my attempt to prove that nation boyfriend will be an amazing father to our his future children.
i see rainbows (part 1/3) - a simple joy. pg-13.
doojoon, g.na
doojoon/g.na
fluff, 2 028 words
you're having my baby and that's how i know you love me.
a simple joy
The jingling of keys and the unlocking of the door sounded in the apartment, followed by the sounds of his wife shuffling out of her high heels. Keeping the fire on the stove low, Doojoon headed out of the kitchen and was immediately greeted by her giggles.
“Hmm…. You do look sexy in this pink apron.” She commented with a grin as she falls into his arms and pressed a kiss on the spot just above his beating heart.
Kissing the top of her crown and chuckling, he weaved his fingers through her soft hair. “I’m insulted that you only realize this now. …. Anyway, where were you? I called you a few times on your cell but they kept going to your voicemail.”
At this question, he felt her stiffening and was slightly confused when she turned against him and walked towards the sofa. “I was at the hospital so I had to switch off my phone.” She answered with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders but the way her voice trembled slightly told him that it wasn’t a casual matter at all.
“Why did you go to the hospital? Are you sick? Why didn’t you let me know?” Holding her hands tightly in his, his heart ached at how pale she was looking now. He did notice that she had been looking exceptionally tired the last few days but his job as manager of one of the newly-debuted group had kept him too busy to do anything about it.
He hated himself for letting his work take precedence over the one he has promised to protect and take care of. How could he be such a horrible and selfish husband? Gina kept her head down in silence and he felt another stab of guilt. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Will you please tell me?”
Finally having the courage to look him in the eyes, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves but her hands still shook at the weight of what she is going to say. “Doojoon, you need to be very very very calm and listen carefully to what I’m going to say next, okay?”
He was never one to jump into conclusions but right at this moment, faced with the fear on his wife’s face, his mind could only think of one thing: oh shit, she has some incurable rare illness and she’s going to die in a few months time-
“I’m pregnant.”
Doojoon could only blink. Somehow, the two words that Gina had just uttered sounded too foreign for him to decipher. “So… you’re not going to die?”
“What, no! Doojoon, did you even hear what I just said?” She frowned and he thought that was cute but this was definitely not the time to think about such things because right now he needed to make sure that his wife wasn’t going to die.
“I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a child; you’re going to be a father.”
He spent the remaining of the day (and night) crying tears of joy into Gina’s sweater and repeating “I’m going to be a daddy, we’re going to be a happy family” over and over again. She could only hold him, patting his back and chuckling fondly, but she was definitely not without her own tears and joy.
Yoseob to Doojoon: IS IT TRUE?! ARE YOU AND GINA NOONA HAVING A BABY?!!!!!! IS IT A BOY OR A GIRL?!!! HAVE YOU PICKED A NAME FOR THE BABY?!!! CAN I NAME THE BABY, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?!!!
Hyunseung to Doojoon: CONGRATULATIONS! You better make me the baby’s first godfather kekeke.
Kikwang to Doojoon: I’m so happy for you and Gina noona! I’m planning to knit a sweater for the baby as a welcome-to-earth-present! Do you think I should start now?????
Dongwoon to Doojoon: Awwww hyung, that’s great news! Me and Kwangie hyung will come visit you guys soon! …And don’t worry, Kwangie hyung was just joking about the knitting.
Kikwang to Doojoon: I WAS NOT JOKING!!!
Junhyung to Doojoon: Oooh, just months about the wedding? Never knew that you had it in you, kekekeke. Hella happy for you man, the soju are already at my house, just waiting for you to come over and finish them.
Kikwang to Doojoon: So should I knit a blue or pink sweater?
In the middle of his sleep, he could vaguely hear her deep sighs, then felt the loss of warmth next to him as she sits upright on the edge of the bed. “Honey?” He croaked out as he cracked his eyes open slightly and switched on the bedside lamp. “What’s wrong?”
For some reason unknown to him, the expression Gina wore as she turned back to face him, resembled that of a child getting caught red-handed for stealing cookies. “Nothing! … I just… have a sudden craving for … onion rings now.”
“But it’s late.” He couldn’t help but point out the obvious as he rubbed his eyes sleepily and yawned, forgetting all the “important things a husband must do for his pregnant wife” that his umma had so dutifully told him.
“Doojoonie…” She came close to him and gripped his arm with a mysterious glint in her eyes that really shouldn’t be there in the wee hours of the morning, he thinks. “I really really really want to eat onion rings now, please?”
Was he imagining things or was there that pout on his wife’s face? If there is anything Doojoon hates in the world (other than Junhyung’s nagging), it will be that damn pout because it always causes him to do stupid and ridiculous things for her.
But he is a man and he shouldn’t allow himself to be walked all over by his wife so he cleared his throat and tried to ignore the pout. “Sweetheart…it’s 3am, where am I going to get onion rings from? I’ll buy you some in the morning, okay?” He gently rubbed her arm, hoping that it will somehow soothe her craving away.
There was a glare thrown in his way but seconds later, she smiled and said “okay” so cheerfully that he was pretty sure that it was nothing more than a late-night hallucination. They settled back onto the bed and he leaves a soft kiss on her lips, happy that he’s able to go back to sleep.
“Honey…. you know I have always hated onion rings, right? So why do you think I have a sudden craving for it now? Do you think our baby like onion rings? What do you think will happen if we don’t feed him or her now? Will our baby hate us? I don’t want our baby to hate us!”
He always forgets how persistent and persuasive Gina can be when she really wants something; that was the reason why he was attracted to her in the beginning so he shouldn’t blame anyone else for his plight now. And whoever said it was easy being the husband of his pregnant wife and the father of the child in her womb?
“Yes sweetheart, we don’t want our baby to hate us so I’m going to get you your onion rings, okay?” Slowly getting out of the warm wonderful bed, he muffled a whine and tried searching for his wallet with heavy-lidded eyes, wondering how exactly did his appa cope when his umma was pregnant with him and his noona.
But when he saw the bright grateful smile on her face (the one that causes her eyes to disappear into a pair of little crescent-moons), he knew that nothing can stop him from doing anything and everything for her.
After two hours of driving through Seoul and finally finding a fast-food outlet open in some seedy part of the town, he came home with a soggy packet of cold onion rings to find her sleeping soundly in the living room. Too tired to do anything else and not bearing to wake her up, he snuggled close to her on the tiny couch and breathed in her jasmine-lily scent. His hands rested gently on her protruding tummy and he smiled with tears in his eyes when he felt the surface of her stomach moving with every kick of his baby.
Maybe this was the true and simple joy of life that people were always talking about and searching for, he mused as he closed his eyes and just let himself be thankful for the little blessings in his life.
Doojoon rested his head as gently as possible on Gina’s stomach. He couldn’t hear anything and for a moment, he was slightly disappointed but soon he heard the soft murmurings and gurglings through the protective layer of skin and tissues and he exclaimed in excitement. “Our baby is calling “appa”! Do you hear it?!”
Gina laughed and softly patted his hair. “Silly, she is only five months old, she can’t talk yet!”
He rose and grinned at her, his fingers caressing her cheek. “Don’t you know, our daughter is a genius? I’m really sure about that.”
Her hands found his and she slowly drew circles on his palm. “Are you… disappointed that it’s a girl?”
There was something in her eyes that he couldn’t read but he didn’t like it and he frowned. “No, of course not! What makes you think that?”
“I thought you wanted a boy to do all the things fathers and sons do together.”
He pulled her into his embrace, letting her head rest on his chest. “Yes, but I want a girl to do all the things fathers and daughters do together too. Like teaching her to ride a bicycle, flying kites together, staring down at the boy that wants to date her, being amused at the nervous guy that wants her hand in marriage and finally leading her to the front of church and passing her delicate hand to the one that will protect and take care of her, even if I really don’t want to let go of her hand just yet.”
Gina didn’t say anything but she hugged him tighter, burying her face and tears into his chest. A rush of emotions overwhelmed him as he felt her tears seeping in through his shirt, a thick intoxication that left him breathless and defenceless. (An intoxication that reminded him of the first time he realized that he loves her truly, madly and deeply.)
“I love you.”
A sob escaped her. “I love you too.”
“I know. You’re having my baby and that’s the loveliest way you show your love for me. But I love you for carrying her through the tough nine months and all the craziness that comes with it. I know I can be dumb and clueless at times and I’m not gentle enough but please know that I will try my very best to take care of you, to be there for you and to hold you when it gets too heavy for you to handle. Because I love you and nothing will ever change that.”
He didn’t know that he was crying till she rose up a hand and wiped his tears away tenderly with a soft smile. “You’re already the best father our baby can ever have. And I love you as how you are now; there is no need for you to be better.”
There was another comfortable silence that enveloped them as they sat, holding each other close. Then Doojoon recalled something he had decided early on the day and he whispered into her ear. “Let’s name her Haneul.”
“Yoon Haneul…” Gina repeated the name in her soothing voice, while nodding her head in agreement and it sounded a lot lovelier than the first time he said it to himself. “That’s a very pretty name.”
He laid his hand on her stomach again and he imagined his daughter pressing her tiny palm on the protective membrane separating them.
Hello, my princess Hanuel. I can’t wait to see you and hold you in my arms four months later. I hope you will love this appa who is sometimes a little too insensitive and rough for his own good but do know that I love you already.
Apparently, "haneul" means sky in Korean. When I decided on this name, I didn't know what it meant but now I love the name more ^_^ Hopefully, I can finish part 2 and 3 soon; there's going to be a lot of drama in the next part :O I will love it too if you will leave me a comment telling me how this is. :)