Petty Preggie Problems
Title: Petty Preggie Problems
Pair: Yoosu
Genre: Fluff
Length: Drabble
Summary: Choose the words you say… especially when you’re talking to someone pregnant.
“Baby, open the door.”
“No.”
“Suie, please open the door.”
“I said no, Park Yoochun. No means no.”
In frustration, Yoochun raked his fingers through his hair. Pregnant Suie means a lot of hormones running through his system and tons of mood swings. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as memories of what happened a few minutes ago flashed in his head.
“Chunnie, am I fat?”
Yoochun raised his head from what he was reading to see Junsu looking at himself at the mirror, cheeks puffed while checking out his figure.
“Nope”
“Honestly, Chunnie?”
Honestly, he wasn’t. Despite the tons of food that Junsu consumes, it’s like all of it goes to the growing child in his stomach. When Junsu faces you, it’s like there’s nothing but when he turns sideway that’s the only time you see the baby bump.
“Really Su.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, baby. You do not look fat.”
All of a sudden Junsu’s hands were on his waist. “So you’re saying I don’t look fat but I am?!”
Yoochun sighed and was about to answer but Junsu was already crying and babbling about him being fat and Yoochun not loving him anymore.
“Junsu, you’re not fat, okay?”
“You’re just saying that.” He started to head to the bedroom that they shared as Yoochun followed him.
“Suie…”
Junsu turned around. “No, Yoochun. Just stop,” Then slammed the door in front of him.
Yoochun can’t help but sigh again. He should learn to choose to right words to use next time. How was he supposed to know that his words could get morphed like that in Junsu’s head? Then suddenly a thought popped in his head.
“Knock knock.”
“What the hell, Park Yoochun?!”
“Suie just play along.”
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“I love.”
“I love who?”
“I love you.”
Suddenly the door opened with a pouting Junsu on the other side.
Yoochun wrapped his arms around his beloved’s waist and kissed his forehead. Junsu rubbed his eyes and remained pouting.
“So, I’m not fat?”
“Nope.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Freaking greaseball.”
Pair: Yoosu
Genre: Fluff
Length: Drabble
Summary: Choose the words you say… especially when you’re talking to someone pregnant.
“Baby, open the door.”
“No.”
“Suie, please open the door.”
“I said no, Park Yoochun. No means no.”
In frustration, Yoochun raked his fingers through his hair. Pregnant Suie means a lot of hormones running through his system and tons of mood swings. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as memories of what happened a few minutes ago flashed in his head.
“Chunnie, am I fat?”
Yoochun raised his head from what he was reading to see Junsu looking at himself at the mirror, cheeks puffed while checking out his figure.
“Nope”
“Honestly, Chunnie?”
Honestly, he wasn’t. Despite the tons of food that Junsu consumes, it’s like all of it goes to the growing child in his stomach. When Junsu faces you, it’s like there’s nothing but when he turns sideway that’s the only time you see the baby bump.
“Really Su.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, baby. You do not look fat.”
All of a sudden Junsu’s hands were on his waist. “So you’re saying I don’t look fat but I am?!”
Yoochun sighed and was about to answer but Junsu was already crying and babbling about him being fat and Yoochun not loving him anymore.
“Junsu, you’re not fat, okay?”
“You’re just saying that.” He started to head to the bedroom that they shared as Yoochun followed him.
“Suie…”
Junsu turned around. “No, Yoochun. Just stop,” Then slammed the door in front of him.
Yoochun can’t help but sigh again. He should learn to choose to right words to use next time. How was he supposed to know that his words could get morphed like that in Junsu’s head? Then suddenly a thought popped in his head.
“Knock knock.”
“What the hell, Park Yoochun?!”
“Suie just play along.”
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“I love.”
“I love who?”
“I love you.”
Suddenly the door opened with a pouting Junsu on the other side.
Yoochun wrapped his arms around his beloved’s waist and kissed his forehead. Junsu rubbed his eyes and remained pouting.
“So, I’m not fat?”
“Nope.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Freaking greaseball.”