Lovely Horror
Lovely Horror (I don't even know...) (1a/1b)
Rating: somewhat R…
pairing: ot5
word count: 3, 375
summary: Changmin is pregnant, what could possibly happen to the dongbang household?
a/n: I always wanted to write about changmin being pregnant xD Also, for allysonmae18 Happy Belated birthday ally!
warning: Minpreg xD
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It all started when Changmin was sick, now normally he would complain and whine to their manager and hyungs to be taken to the hospital (even when it isn’t that serious). But no, he had a feeling it was different, and he was sure he doesn’t want to know.
Changmin groans, holding a hand to his stomach. “I don’t feel so good,” he says to himself, most likely as there was no one in the room except for him.
“Changminnie,” Yoochun sing songs, “would you like to help your hyung out?”
Yes, with that being said, it was obvious that he didn’t tell his band mates, er, lovers about his condition.
“Get Jaejoong or the others,” Changmin calls out. I don’t feel so good.
He can practically hear the pout when he hears him again.
“B-but it’s your day!” Yoochun protests, “Min-ah, don’t you want hyung anymore?”
“It’s not that,” Changmin tries to say. He knows he must look horrible now, baggy eyes, his face was ashen, and he has been getting rather plump lately.
“I-it’s just that,” Changmin cuts himself off, hand covering his mouth, eyes wide.
“Min?” Yoochun calls, footsteps coming closer.
“No! Don’t come nearer,” Changmin tells, trying terribly hard not to puke.
He hears a whimper and was glad that the others have schedules now. Yoochun opens the door and immediately crouches down so that they were on eye level.
“Min?” he says worriedly, “Are you okay?”
‘Of course I’m not,’ Changmin wants to say but thinks of the outcome: a sobbing Chun, now who would want that?
Changmin tries to say something but instead of his raspy and slightly husky voice, the sound of wrenching follows.
The older scrunches his nose and grunts, worry clouding his feature, not sounding too happy about being barfed on.
“Min? Do you want to go to the hospital?” He asks tentatively.
“No!” Changmin all but shouts.
Yoochun furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “but you like being healthy, you even made manager-hyung take you there even if it was a simple fever. …wait, that was real vomit, right?” He asks, distrustful.
Changmin glares and snaps his head to Yoochun, making the latter squeak in shock. “Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar?”
“I-I didn’t say that!” Yoochun protests.
“Right, sure you didn’t,” Changmin scoffs.
“I-I didn’t,” Yoochun whimpers out, tears welling up in his eyes.
Changmin glares at him and storms out.
///
“Min?” Junsu says cautiously, he didn’t want what Yoochun went through.
“What?” Changmin grumbles.
“…are you okay? Not sick or anything?” Junsu asks.
“No,” Yes.
“Really…?”
“Yes, really,” Changmin replies.
“Really really?”
“Junsu, get out.”
“Hey!” Junsu shouts, indignant, “What happened to hyung?”
“It’s ‘cause I pwn you and top you,”
Junsu snorts, “You didn’t say that when I had you up against a wall-” He expertly ducks the lamp thrown at him and runs for the door, cackling.
///
“Get out,” Changmin demands.
“But I haven’t even said anything yet!” Jaejoong reasons.
“You said something now, so get. out.”
Jaejoong pouts and sits on his bed, pondering for a moment. He stares at Changmin expectantly while Changmin turns on him with wide eyes.
“Are you pregnant?” He asks, not noticing the mad twitch Changmin’s having.
“Is your face broken?” Changmin asks.
Jaejoong touches his face and answers, slightly confused, “No, no, why?”
“Because if you don’t get out, I’ll ensure it will be,” He cracks his knuckles, raising a fist.
Jaejoong bolts out the door leaving a gust of wind in his wake.
///
Yunho peeks at his door, grinning toothy and wide.
Changmin stares at him and asks, “Hyung, are you taking drugs?”
“No, but I always wanted a daughter,” Yunho gushes.
“Changminnie~ Can we name her Jiyul? Please, please, pleeeaaaaseeeeee!!!”
“Hyung, what are you talking about?” He asks exasperatedly.
“Oh, come on, min. It’s obvious you’re pregnant.” Yunho continues, grinning.
“Who told you that?” he is going to kill him. Boil him in hot water, chop him, slice him and preferably grill him.
“Jaejoongie,”
“JAEJOONG!” Changmin shrieks.
///
Jaejoong pouts and points his index finger together and Changmin glares at him from across the couch. Jaejonog sighs.
“Come on, Min, look, the hormones, the sudden mood swings, the cravings and you getting… uh, bigger.” He explains as to not hurt the other’s feelings. Changmin twitches and has to restrain himself from hurting him.
Yunho and Junsu looks excited at the prospect of being fathers while Yoochun nods thoughtfully.
“I. am. not. pregnant!” Changmin grits his teeth.
Yoochun shrugs, “We can always go to the hospital and find out,”
Almost instantly, 4 pairs of wide, pleading eyes bore into Changmin’s.
1…
2…
3…
“Ugh, fine!” Changmin sighs and throws his hands up in the air dramatically, “After this, I will poke fun at you at how I am always right, again.”
Though he has a feeling in his gut that he would be oh so wrong.
///
“Congratulations, Mr. Shim! You are pregnant!” The doctor announces a pleased smile on his face.
Changmin was speechless and screaming (Apparently, it was possible) and the rest of the 4 were giddy, jumping around.
“I’m a male! A guy!” He screeches and they had to cover their ears. “I can’t be pregnant!”
The doctor clears his throat and tells him, “You are a special case, now may I ask, who’s the father?”
“Uh, well, it’s kind of,” Yunho points at all four of them.
The doctor nods understandingly, but a bit perplexed, “I see,”
“But wait,” Yoochun asks, and all of them looks expectantly at him, “where will the baby come out?”
All 5 of them turn to the doctor, and the doctor fiddles with his hands, “The uh, his f-fetus…?” he offers weakly.
"You are 2 weeks pregnant!” his smile faltered when he sees the glare fixated at him. He stumbles, pushing his glasses up his nose, and looks at his non-existent watch.
“E-excuse me, I have to go, another appointment,” He makes rolling motions with his hand, stuttering before strutting out of the room.
Changmin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a minute and opens it only to find 4 grinning young men.
“Don’t say a word,” he instructs sternly.
They still continue grinning and Junsu ignores it anyway.
He breaks into a fit of giggles and twirls around, throwing his hands up in the air.
“I’m going to be a daaaaadddyyyyyy,” Junsu sings.
Changmin nails him in the mouth.
///
They all sat in the living room after they arrived.
“Wow, this is the first time I heard a man being pregnant,” Yoochun finally speaks.
Changmin glares at him, but Yoochun doesn’t see it and continues, “No wonder you’ve been getting moodier lately, and getting fatter… yeah,”
Yunho shrugs and grins, “I’m finally going to be a dad,” he sighs happily, “I hope it’s going to be a girl, can we name her Jiyul, Changmin-ah?” he asks with hopeful eyes.
Changmin twitches. He should really see a doctor. It couldn’t be healthy.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaejoong interrupts, “who said you are the father of the baby, for all you know, it could be mine!”
Junsu shakes his head, his burgundy bangs falling on his eyes, looking a bit thoughtful, “Nah, it’s mine,” he says, “knocked him up on the wall two weeks ago,” he grins lewdly.
Changmin magically disappears.
Yoochun and Jaejoong share a look and smirks.
“Shh,” Yoochun kisses him, buried to the hilt, “It’s going to be awesome,” he tells. Changmin moans and kisses him square in the mouth.
Jaejoong grins and joins in, somehow making a three-way kiss. Messy and erotic as hell; just how they like it.
Jaejoong retracts his fingers and slowly, slowly pushing in next to Yoochun’s cock and Changmin shrieks. The soulmates groans when they were fully inside him and Yoochun looks at his cock filled hole and moans, “God, that is hot.”
Changmin pants softly, tears coming out of his eyes, “H-hyung! It h-hurts,”
A hand made its way between his legs, and grasps his half erect cock, beginning to stroke it. Fingers trail its way from his stomach to his chest, grazing a nipple in the process.
A few agonizing minutes later, Changmin moans, thrusting his hips back, wanting, needing friction. The two shared a lecherous look, both grinning before thrusting, hard. Changmin screams.
A bulge protrudes in both of their jeans and Yunho raises an eyebrow, noticing.
Yunho shrugs, “fucked him on the kitchen table twice, the counter thrice and on the wall, 5 times.” The leader sighs happily, “who knew kitchen sex could be so…graphic,” he smirks again, a glint in his eyes.
“Wait,” Junsu exclaims, “So that’s why we didn’t have any bananas, cucumbers, ice cream, syrup, strawberries, pudding and yogurt!”
Yunho nods happily.
“I would kill you right now for defiling my precious kitchen,” Jaejoong threatens, “but I’m too fucking happy to,”
“…hey, where’s Min-ah?” Yoochun asks.
Junsu shrugs, “Probably making voodoo dolls of us,”
Yunho frowns, “Changmin’s not that cruel,”
“Maybe he’s finally trying out the mini skirts and dresses I bought him last month,” Jaejoong says.
“Changmin,” Junsu begins.
“Wearing a,” Yoochun continues.
“Skirt?!” Yunho finishes.
Jaejoong nods frantically, pleased with himself, “I even got a picture,” he grins.
He licks his lower lips, eyes a bit glazed. “Oh, let me tell you, he looked amazing and the miniskirts only made him look more fuck-able,”
Let us just say that Changmin never left the house, and couldn’t walk for the next few weeks and the other four wearing a perverted smirk all the while.
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9 weeks later
“JUNSU!” Changmin screams, “Where the hell is my juice!”
Junsu stomps in the living room, irritated to find Changmin tapping his fingers on his never cease to expanding stomach, making him look like Budha, Junsu snickers.
“Where’s my juice,” he asks.
“Up yours,” Junsu responds.
“Right,” Changmin says, “Up mine when you knocked me up on the wall,” he drums his fingers on his belly, “Now be a good dad, and give me my mother fucking juice,”
Junsu snorts unattractively, “So you’re saying you’re the mom?”
Changmin twitches and slaps Junsu.
Junsu contemplates slapping a pregnant man, and squeezes his cheeks instead, hard.
He coos, sarcastic, pinching the chubby cheeks harder than intended, “Aw, Minnie’s going to have a baby,” He pinches it harder, “And we’re going to be a family, and Minnie’s going to be a great mom,” He pinches it one last time, before releasing the rosy cheeks, smiling innocently.
Changmin growls at him and bonks him on the head, none too gently. He grabs his hear, blatantly ignoring Junsu’s scream of pain.
A few minutes later, Yunho comes running in to find Changmin’s arm twisted painfully behind his back, and Junsu’s fingers gripping his hair, tightly.
“Junsu, stop!” Yunho commands, “You’ll hurt the baby!”
“Oh, we’ll get the baby out fine, all right,” Junsu snarls, “I just want to murder him,”
After Yunho finally manages to get Junsu’s death like grip off Changmin’s hair, he ushers him inside Yoochun’s workroom, “He wants you to help him work on something,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Junsu returns the smirk, getting the hint and goes inside, leaving the door slightly ajar and unlocked on purpose.
Yunho grins and turns to Changmin, he asks, “Need anything, Min-ah?”
“My juice,” Changmin answers, slightly irritated.
“About that,” Yunho begins, “yourjuiceisfinished‘causeyoudrankhalfofitlastnight,andIgothornyawhileagosoweranout,” he finishes in one breath.
“Come again?”
“I said, yourjuiceisfinished‘causeyoudrankhalfofitlastnight,andIgothornyawhileagosoweranout,” Yunho repeats nervously.
“Hyung, seriously, I will hurt you,” Changmin threatens.
Yunho sighs in defeat, and discreetly inches towards the door, “I said, your juice is finished ‘cause you drank half of it last night, and I got horny awhile ago so now, we ran out,”
Changmin growls, low and angry; he magically conjures up a knife and flings it towards Yunho, Yunho bolts. “JUNG YUNHO!”
The next day, Yunho sports a few bruises, and a broken arm.
///
1 month later
“Come on, Changmin-ah!” Jaejoong sighs, exhausted, “We have to go for your monthly check-up!”
“I don’t want to!” Changmin’s muffled reply came, underneath the blanket.
Jaejoong sighs, rubbing his temples, wondering just how he put up with him. 1 month down, 8 to go… he groans.
“It’s going to be fine,” he consoles.
“Easy for you to say, I don’t mind going out, but to wear women’s maternity clothes is just…” he makes strangled sounds, “You just want to torture me, don’t you?”
Jaejoong fakes a confused face, “No, no, we don’t, now change into this,” he tosses the pale pink dress he was holding on the bed, “so we can leave and take a picture,” He grins.
Changmin throws the blanket off and chucks a pillow at him, but Jaejoong has great reflexes and catches the pillow with two hands and throws it back, grinning. The eldest plops down on the bed, next to him and imitates Junsu’s angel pose; hands under his chin, face tilted, and a wide grin on his face.
Changmin scowls, “Stop that, hyung, you’re not cute,”
Jaejoong pouts and flutters his eyes slowly, “Really? But Yunho seems to think so,”
“He’s Yunho,” Changmin answers.
Jaejoong sighs, voice turning a bit harsh, “Dongsaeng, if you don’t put this on, I’ll do it the hard way,”
Changmin tilts his head, thinking. The last time he has refused, he hadn’t been able to walk straight for the next month. He shivers subconsciously, and Jaejoong smirks, knowing what the other was thinking.
“Fine,” Changmin pouts, and Jaejoong kisses it away.
Changmin grabs the dress and throws the innocent dress a death glare, and stumbles to the bathroom. Jaejoong takes this moment to slap his ass, and Changmin squeaks, blushing.
“Why change in the bathroom, when you can change here? I already saw everything anyway,” Jaejoong says, smirking.
Changmin mumbles something that sounds like, “Well, if I did that, we would be late for the appointment, or never go,”
“What was that, babe?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Changmin denies, “I just want a little privacy,”
Jaejoong snorts, and pulls him to his chest by his slim waist, “We have privacy,” he whispers into Changmin’s ear, placing butterfly kisses on his neck, “In fact, we have all the privacy we need,”
Changmin moans.
///
As expected, they didn’t come out until 15-30 minutes later, and with Changmin coming out in a dress, he was immediately greeted with cat-calls and whistles. Changmin blushes and scowls at them.
“Damn, you look good, Minnie,” Yoochun whistles.
“Of course,” Jaejoong smirks, “I dressed him after all,”
“Nah,” Junsu shakes his head, “Min looks good in everything,”
“Actually,” Yunho says, voice a bit strained, “he looks better without anything on,”
All of them agree, and Changmin blushes, tugging at Jaejoong’s hand, “I thought we were going to the hospital,”
“We are,” Yunho smiles charmingly at him, tossing the car key in mid air, before catching it, “We just wanted to take a picture,”
“Say cheese!” Yoochun exclaims, holding out a camera, Junsu and Jaejoong hurriedly fixing Changmin up. Changmin looks up, blinking furiously, before turning to look at the others.
“H-how, hyung, w-what?” Changmin stutters.
A flash, and the four of them are crowded around the camera, grinning and cooing, Yoochun making an excited face.
Changmin tries to cover his red face and glances at the clock, eyes widening at what he saw. Oh shit. Wasn’t the appointment on 4:30?
“Hyungs!” He says, “The appointment’s supposed to be on 4:30, right? It’s 4:45!”
“No, it’s not,” Yoochun says, smile greasy as he checks Changmin out. Changmin squirms uncontrollably as he felt naked to the other’s gaze. “We altered with the clock; so technically, it’s only 3:20,”
“You bastards--,” Changmin yells.
“Now, now, Minnie,” Jaejoong coos, “Don’t yell, it’s not good for the baby,”
“So is having four idiotic fathers,” Changmin counters.
Junsu tsks at him, “We have to get stuff for the baby!” he says, “We’re going shopping!”
“I am not going out in this drag!” Changmin shouts at them.
“You aren’t,” Yunho says, and Changmin looks at him, confused. It isn’t until Yoochun came up behind him and put a wig on top of his head that he understands, “But Chamiko is,”
Changmin gapes at them and grabs the wig and flings it on the floor, “No, no, no!”
“Min, if you wear it, I’ll let you top later,” Junsu offers.
Changmin turns, suspicious eyes on him, “Really?” he asks, voice laced with uncertainty.
Junsu nods, “Of course!”
Changmin picks the wig up, the others staring lustfully at his ass, and stares at it for a moment. He gives up and sighs, “Fine,” before running upstairs.
The others turn to him and ask, “Are you really going to let him top?”
Junsu snorts, “No, I got something planned for him tonight,” he licks his lips.
Just then, Changmin comes down, wig put prettily on his head, the bangs messily covering his eyes, making it look somewhat stylish.
Jaejoong grins and puts mascara on him, while Yoochun puts on blush, “You look like a girl, Minnie!” he gushes.
“Now, for the final touch,” Yunho says, going out, and 30 seconds later, came back with pink stilettos.
“I am not going to wear that!” Changmin frowns.
“Too late, guys, hold him,” Yunho, like the bastard leader he was, commands his band mates. Yoochun rolls his eyes and bows at him, “Yes, master,”
“Yah, yah!” Changmin yelps, when hands ‘accidentally’ slides their hands on his bottom, “Guys, stop!”
///
“I am going to kill you, all of you!” He scans the other members’ smirking faces and scowls even more.
“Now, now Chamiko, be a good girl and behave for oppa, neh?”
Changmin glares at them and saunters away, “Wait, Min-ah!” Junsu calls, “You don’t even know what room it is!”
Changmin pauses and crosses his arms, his nose high in the air in arrogance. So much for making a dramatic exit.
///
“Ah, y-you’re back,” the doctor says, fumbling with his glasses. Changmin tilts his head to look at him, he didn’t notice before maybe because of the slight hysteria, but his doctor was really handsome! Maybe if he wasn’t a star and a bit older, he would have dated him.
He must have said this out loud since his lovers glared at him, a possessive aura rolling out of them, and the doctor blushes.
“Ah, I’m only 26,” He smiles, “And who are you, beautiful?”
Changmin opens his mouth, “I’m a boy, you know, the pregnant one? Last month?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice, you really resemble a girl,” The doctor apologizes.
“Its fine, I’m used to it anyway because of those idiots,” He subtly glares at them, and they all look around innocently.
“Do you mind, I mean, your name? You’re only 26, after all.” Changmin asks, wanting the others to get jealous.
“Se7en,” He smiles.
“Se7en,” Changmin says, the doctor’s name naturally rolling of his tongue.
“Okay, okay, break it up,” Yunho interrupts, and Changmin chuckles inwardly. Of course, Yunho was famously possessive of his members.
Changmin smiles sultrily at him, and purrs, “Why, Yunnie-yah?”
The doctor bites his lips seeing the interaction and motions for them to sit down. He clears his throat and asks, “May I ask, how many times do you do… it, a day,”
Junsu hums, counting. 1… 2… 3… 4…. 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10… “Can I borrow your hand?”
11… 12… 13… 1… Junsu sighs and flops down, giving up, and shrugs, looking at the doctor’s flabbergasted face.
“Around 15,” he says.
“Oh, about that, you’d best limit it to about 2, it’s not healthy for the baby,” Se7en comments.
“2?!” They voice in unison, and Changmin smiles at the prospect of walking straight for the first time in a while.
The young doctor nods, “If you do it, you can do it… more, but do the sitting position,”
“Sitting position?” Yoochun asks.
Se7en nods, “Yes, the uh, you will sit, and he,” he glances at Changmin, “will ride you,”
Junsu grins suggestively, and Changmin sulks. They stand up, Yunho carrying Changmin bridal style (despite the younger’s protests) and walks away, “Thanks doc!”
“W-wait! I didn’t give you the prescriptions yet!” The good doctor yells.
Poor, poor doc.
///
It's a long time since I posted. I hope I did good ^^ I'll post the next part next time ;)
Rating: somewhat R…
pairing: ot5
word count: 3, 375
summary: Changmin is pregnant, what could possibly happen to the dongbang household?
a/n: I always wanted to write about changmin being pregnant xD Also, for allysonmae18 Happy Belated birthday ally!
warning: Minpreg xD
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It all started when Changmin was sick, now normally he would complain and whine to their manager and hyungs to be taken to the hospital (even when it isn’t that serious). But no, he had a feeling it was different, and he was sure he doesn’t want to know.
Changmin groans, holding a hand to his stomach. “I don’t feel so good,” he says to himself, most likely as there was no one in the room except for him.
“Changminnie,” Yoochun sing songs, “would you like to help your hyung out?”
Yes, with that being said, it was obvious that he didn’t tell his band mates, er, lovers about his condition.
“Get Jaejoong or the others,” Changmin calls out. I don’t feel so good.
He can practically hear the pout when he hears him again.
“B-but it’s your day!” Yoochun protests, “Min-ah, don’t you want hyung anymore?”
“It’s not that,” Changmin tries to say. He knows he must look horrible now, baggy eyes, his face was ashen, and he has been getting rather plump lately.
“I-it’s just that,” Changmin cuts himself off, hand covering his mouth, eyes wide.
“Min?” Yoochun calls, footsteps coming closer.
“No! Don’t come nearer,” Changmin tells, trying terribly hard not to puke.
He hears a whimper and was glad that the others have schedules now. Yoochun opens the door and immediately crouches down so that they were on eye level.
“Min?” he says worriedly, “Are you okay?”
‘Of course I’m not,’ Changmin wants to say but thinks of the outcome: a sobbing Chun, now who would want that?
Changmin tries to say something but instead of his raspy and slightly husky voice, the sound of wrenching follows.
The older scrunches his nose and grunts, worry clouding his feature, not sounding too happy about being barfed on.
“Min? Do you want to go to the hospital?” He asks tentatively.
“No!” Changmin all but shouts.
Yoochun furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “but you like being healthy, you even made manager-hyung take you there even if it was a simple fever. …wait, that was real vomit, right?” He asks, distrustful.
Changmin glares and snaps his head to Yoochun, making the latter squeak in shock. “Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar?”
“I-I didn’t say that!” Yoochun protests.
“Right, sure you didn’t,” Changmin scoffs.
“I-I didn’t,” Yoochun whimpers out, tears welling up in his eyes.
Changmin glares at him and storms out.
///
“Min?” Junsu says cautiously, he didn’t want what Yoochun went through.
“What?” Changmin grumbles.
“…are you okay? Not sick or anything?” Junsu asks.
“No,” Yes.
“Really…?”
“Yes, really,” Changmin replies.
“Really really?”
“Junsu, get out.”
“Hey!” Junsu shouts, indignant, “What happened to hyung?”
“It’s ‘cause I pwn you and top you,”
Junsu snorts, “You didn’t say that when I had you up against a wall-” He expertly ducks the lamp thrown at him and runs for the door, cackling.
///
“Get out,” Changmin demands.
“But I haven’t even said anything yet!” Jaejoong reasons.
“You said something now, so get. out.”
Jaejoong pouts and sits on his bed, pondering for a moment. He stares at Changmin expectantly while Changmin turns on him with wide eyes.
“Are you pregnant?” He asks, not noticing the mad twitch Changmin’s having.
“Is your face broken?” Changmin asks.
Jaejoong touches his face and answers, slightly confused, “No, no, why?”
“Because if you don’t get out, I’ll ensure it will be,” He cracks his knuckles, raising a fist.
Jaejoong bolts out the door leaving a gust of wind in his wake.
///
Yunho peeks at his door, grinning toothy and wide.
Changmin stares at him and asks, “Hyung, are you taking drugs?”
“No, but I always wanted a daughter,” Yunho gushes.
“Changminnie~ Can we name her Jiyul? Please, please, pleeeaaaaseeeeee!!!”
“Hyung, what are you talking about?” He asks exasperatedly.
“Oh, come on, min. It’s obvious you’re pregnant.” Yunho continues, grinning.
“Who told you that?” he is going to kill him. Boil him in hot water, chop him, slice him and preferably grill him.
“Jaejoongie,”
“JAEJOONG!” Changmin shrieks.
///
Jaejoong pouts and points his index finger together and Changmin glares at him from across the couch. Jaejonog sighs.
“Come on, Min, look, the hormones, the sudden mood swings, the cravings and you getting… uh, bigger.” He explains as to not hurt the other’s feelings. Changmin twitches and has to restrain himself from hurting him.
Yunho and Junsu looks excited at the prospect of being fathers while Yoochun nods thoughtfully.
“I. am. not. pregnant!” Changmin grits his teeth.
Yoochun shrugs, “We can always go to the hospital and find out,”
Almost instantly, 4 pairs of wide, pleading eyes bore into Changmin’s.
1…
2…
3…
“Ugh, fine!” Changmin sighs and throws his hands up in the air dramatically, “After this, I will poke fun at you at how I am always right, again.”
Though he has a feeling in his gut that he would be oh so wrong.
///
“Congratulations, Mr. Shim! You are pregnant!” The doctor announces a pleased smile on his face.
Changmin was speechless and screaming (Apparently, it was possible) and the rest of the 4 were giddy, jumping around.
“I’m a male! A guy!” He screeches and they had to cover their ears. “I can’t be pregnant!”
The doctor clears his throat and tells him, “You are a special case, now may I ask, who’s the father?”
“Uh, well, it’s kind of,” Yunho points at all four of them.
The doctor nods understandingly, but a bit perplexed, “I see,”
“But wait,” Yoochun asks, and all of them looks expectantly at him, “where will the baby come out?”
All 5 of them turn to the doctor, and the doctor fiddles with his hands, “The uh, his f-fetus…?” he offers weakly.
"You are 2 weeks pregnant!” his smile faltered when he sees the glare fixated at him. He stumbles, pushing his glasses up his nose, and looks at his non-existent watch.
“E-excuse me, I have to go, another appointment,” He makes rolling motions with his hand, stuttering before strutting out of the room.
Changmin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a minute and opens it only to find 4 grinning young men.
“Don’t say a word,” he instructs sternly.
They still continue grinning and Junsu ignores it anyway.
He breaks into a fit of giggles and twirls around, throwing his hands up in the air.
“I’m going to be a daaaaadddyyyyyy,” Junsu sings.
Changmin nails him in the mouth.
///
They all sat in the living room after they arrived.
“Wow, this is the first time I heard a man being pregnant,” Yoochun finally speaks.
Changmin glares at him, but Yoochun doesn’t see it and continues, “No wonder you’ve been getting moodier lately, and getting fatter… yeah,”
Yunho shrugs and grins, “I’m finally going to be a dad,” he sighs happily, “I hope it’s going to be a girl, can we name her Jiyul, Changmin-ah?” he asks with hopeful eyes.
Changmin twitches. He should really see a doctor. It couldn’t be healthy.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaejoong interrupts, “who said you are the father of the baby, for all you know, it could be mine!”
Junsu shakes his head, his burgundy bangs falling on his eyes, looking a bit thoughtful, “Nah, it’s mine,” he says, “knocked him up on the wall two weeks ago,” he grins lewdly.
Changmin magically disappears.
Yoochun and Jaejoong share a look and smirks.
“Shh,” Yoochun kisses him, buried to the hilt, “It’s going to be awesome,” he tells. Changmin moans and kisses him square in the mouth.
Jaejoong grins and joins in, somehow making a three-way kiss. Messy and erotic as hell; just how they like it.
Jaejoong retracts his fingers and slowly, slowly pushing in next to Yoochun’s cock and Changmin shrieks. The soulmates groans when they were fully inside him and Yoochun looks at his cock filled hole and moans, “God, that is hot.”
Changmin pants softly, tears coming out of his eyes, “H-hyung! It h-hurts,”
A hand made its way between his legs, and grasps his half erect cock, beginning to stroke it. Fingers trail its way from his stomach to his chest, grazing a nipple in the process.
A few agonizing minutes later, Changmin moans, thrusting his hips back, wanting, needing friction. The two shared a lecherous look, both grinning before thrusting, hard. Changmin screams.
A bulge protrudes in both of their jeans and Yunho raises an eyebrow, noticing.
Yunho shrugs, “fucked him on the kitchen table twice, the counter thrice and on the wall, 5 times.” The leader sighs happily, “who knew kitchen sex could be so…graphic,” he smirks again, a glint in his eyes.
“Wait,” Junsu exclaims, “So that’s why we didn’t have any bananas, cucumbers, ice cream, syrup, strawberries, pudding and yogurt!”
Yunho nods happily.
“I would kill you right now for defiling my precious kitchen,” Jaejoong threatens, “but I’m too fucking happy to,”
“…hey, where’s Min-ah?” Yoochun asks.
Junsu shrugs, “Probably making voodoo dolls of us,”
Yunho frowns, “Changmin’s not that cruel,”
“Maybe he’s finally trying out the mini skirts and dresses I bought him last month,” Jaejoong says.
“Changmin,” Junsu begins.
“Wearing a,” Yoochun continues.
“Skirt?!” Yunho finishes.
Jaejoong nods frantically, pleased with himself, “I even got a picture,” he grins.
He licks his lower lips, eyes a bit glazed. “Oh, let me tell you, he looked amazing and the miniskirts only made him look more fuck-able,”
Let us just say that Changmin never left the house, and couldn’t walk for the next few weeks and the other four wearing a perverted smirk all the while.
///
9 weeks later
“JUNSU!” Changmin screams, “Where the hell is my juice!”
Junsu stomps in the living room, irritated to find Changmin tapping his fingers on his never cease to expanding stomach, making him look like Budha, Junsu snickers.
“Where’s my juice,” he asks.
“Up yours,” Junsu responds.
“Right,” Changmin says, “Up mine when you knocked me up on the wall,” he drums his fingers on his belly, “Now be a good dad, and give me my mother fucking juice,”
Junsu snorts unattractively, “So you’re saying you’re the mom?”
Changmin twitches and slaps Junsu.
Junsu contemplates slapping a pregnant man, and squeezes his cheeks instead, hard.
He coos, sarcastic, pinching the chubby cheeks harder than intended, “Aw, Minnie’s going to have a baby,” He pinches it harder, “And we’re going to be a family, and Minnie’s going to be a great mom,” He pinches it one last time, before releasing the rosy cheeks, smiling innocently.
Changmin growls at him and bonks him on the head, none too gently. He grabs his hear, blatantly ignoring Junsu’s scream of pain.
A few minutes later, Yunho comes running in to find Changmin’s arm twisted painfully behind his back, and Junsu’s fingers gripping his hair, tightly.
“Junsu, stop!” Yunho commands, “You’ll hurt the baby!”
“Oh, we’ll get the baby out fine, all right,” Junsu snarls, “I just want to murder him,”
After Yunho finally manages to get Junsu’s death like grip off Changmin’s hair, he ushers him inside Yoochun’s workroom, “He wants you to help him work on something,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Junsu returns the smirk, getting the hint and goes inside, leaving the door slightly ajar and unlocked on purpose.
Yunho grins and turns to Changmin, he asks, “Need anything, Min-ah?”
“My juice,” Changmin answers, slightly irritated.
“About that,” Yunho begins, “yourjuiceisfinished‘causeyoudrankhalfofitlastnight,andIgothornyawhileagosoweranout,” he finishes in one breath.
“Come again?”
“I said, yourjuiceisfinished‘causeyoudrankhalfofitlastnight,andIgothornyawhileagosoweranout,” Yunho repeats nervously.
“Hyung, seriously, I will hurt you,” Changmin threatens.
Yunho sighs in defeat, and discreetly inches towards the door, “I said, your juice is finished ‘cause you drank half of it last night, and I got horny awhile ago so now, we ran out,”
Changmin growls, low and angry; he magically conjures up a knife and flings it towards Yunho, Yunho bolts. “JUNG YUNHO!”
The next day, Yunho sports a few bruises, and a broken arm.
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1 month later
“Come on, Changmin-ah!” Jaejoong sighs, exhausted, “We have to go for your monthly check-up!”
“I don’t want to!” Changmin’s muffled reply came, underneath the blanket.
Jaejoong sighs, rubbing his temples, wondering just how he put up with him. 1 month down, 8 to go… he groans.
“It’s going to be fine,” he consoles.
“Easy for you to say, I don’t mind going out, but to wear women’s maternity clothes is just…” he makes strangled sounds, “You just want to torture me, don’t you?”
Jaejoong fakes a confused face, “No, no, we don’t, now change into this,” he tosses the pale pink dress he was holding on the bed, “so we can leave and take a picture,” He grins.
Changmin throws the blanket off and chucks a pillow at him, but Jaejoong has great reflexes and catches the pillow with two hands and throws it back, grinning. The eldest plops down on the bed, next to him and imitates Junsu’s angel pose; hands under his chin, face tilted, and a wide grin on his face.
Changmin scowls, “Stop that, hyung, you’re not cute,”
Jaejoong pouts and flutters his eyes slowly, “Really? But Yunho seems to think so,”
“He’s Yunho,” Changmin answers.
Jaejoong sighs, voice turning a bit harsh, “Dongsaeng, if you don’t put this on, I’ll do it the hard way,”
Changmin tilts his head, thinking. The last time he has refused, he hadn’t been able to walk straight for the next month. He shivers subconsciously, and Jaejoong smirks, knowing what the other was thinking.
“Fine,” Changmin pouts, and Jaejoong kisses it away.
Changmin grabs the dress and throws the innocent dress a death glare, and stumbles to the bathroom. Jaejoong takes this moment to slap his ass, and Changmin squeaks, blushing.
“Why change in the bathroom, when you can change here? I already saw everything anyway,” Jaejoong says, smirking.
Changmin mumbles something that sounds like, “Well, if I did that, we would be late for the appointment, or never go,”
“What was that, babe?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Changmin denies, “I just want a little privacy,”
Jaejoong snorts, and pulls him to his chest by his slim waist, “We have privacy,” he whispers into Changmin’s ear, placing butterfly kisses on his neck, “In fact, we have all the privacy we need,”
Changmin moans.
///
As expected, they didn’t come out until 15-30 minutes later, and with Changmin coming out in a dress, he was immediately greeted with cat-calls and whistles. Changmin blushes and scowls at them.
“Damn, you look good, Minnie,” Yoochun whistles.
“Of course,” Jaejoong smirks, “I dressed him after all,”
“Nah,” Junsu shakes his head, “Min looks good in everything,”
“Actually,” Yunho says, voice a bit strained, “he looks better without anything on,”
All of them agree, and Changmin blushes, tugging at Jaejoong’s hand, “I thought we were going to the hospital,”
“We are,” Yunho smiles charmingly at him, tossing the car key in mid air, before catching it, “We just wanted to take a picture,”
“Say cheese!” Yoochun exclaims, holding out a camera, Junsu and Jaejoong hurriedly fixing Changmin up. Changmin looks up, blinking furiously, before turning to look at the others.
“H-how, hyung, w-what?” Changmin stutters.
A flash, and the four of them are crowded around the camera, grinning and cooing, Yoochun making an excited face.
Changmin tries to cover his red face and glances at the clock, eyes widening at what he saw. Oh shit. Wasn’t the appointment on 4:30?
“Hyungs!” He says, “The appointment’s supposed to be on 4:30, right? It’s 4:45!”
“No, it’s not,” Yoochun says, smile greasy as he checks Changmin out. Changmin squirms uncontrollably as he felt naked to the other’s gaze. “We altered with the clock; so technically, it’s only 3:20,”
“You bastards--,” Changmin yells.
“Now, now, Minnie,” Jaejoong coos, “Don’t yell, it’s not good for the baby,”
“So is having four idiotic fathers,” Changmin counters.
Junsu tsks at him, “We have to get stuff for the baby!” he says, “We’re going shopping!”
“I am not going out in this drag!” Changmin shouts at them.
“You aren’t,” Yunho says, and Changmin looks at him, confused. It isn’t until Yoochun came up behind him and put a wig on top of his head that he understands, “But Chamiko is,”
Changmin gapes at them and grabs the wig and flings it on the floor, “No, no, no!”
“Min, if you wear it, I’ll let you top later,” Junsu offers.
Changmin turns, suspicious eyes on him, “Really?” he asks, voice laced with uncertainty.
Junsu nods, “Of course!”
Changmin picks the wig up, the others staring lustfully at his ass, and stares at it for a moment. He gives up and sighs, “Fine,” before running upstairs.
The others turn to him and ask, “Are you really going to let him top?”
Junsu snorts, “No, I got something planned for him tonight,” he licks his lips.
Just then, Changmin comes down, wig put prettily on his head, the bangs messily covering his eyes, making it look somewhat stylish.
Jaejoong grins and puts mascara on him, while Yoochun puts on blush, “You look like a girl, Minnie!” he gushes.
“Now, for the final touch,” Yunho says, going out, and 30 seconds later, came back with pink stilettos.
“I am not going to wear that!” Changmin frowns.
“Too late, guys, hold him,” Yunho, like the bastard leader he was, commands his band mates. Yoochun rolls his eyes and bows at him, “Yes, master,”
“Yah, yah!” Changmin yelps, when hands ‘accidentally’ slides their hands on his bottom, “Guys, stop!”
///
“I am going to kill you, all of you!” He scans the other members’ smirking faces and scowls even more.
“Now, now Chamiko, be a good girl and behave for oppa, neh?”
Changmin glares at them and saunters away, “Wait, Min-ah!” Junsu calls, “You don’t even know what room it is!”
Changmin pauses and crosses his arms, his nose high in the air in arrogance. So much for making a dramatic exit.
///
“Ah, y-you’re back,” the doctor says, fumbling with his glasses. Changmin tilts his head to look at him, he didn’t notice before maybe because of the slight hysteria, but his doctor was really handsome! Maybe if he wasn’t a star and a bit older, he would have dated him.
He must have said this out loud since his lovers glared at him, a possessive aura rolling out of them, and the doctor blushes.
“Ah, I’m only 26,” He smiles, “And who are you, beautiful?”
Changmin opens his mouth, “I’m a boy, you know, the pregnant one? Last month?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice, you really resemble a girl,” The doctor apologizes.
“Its fine, I’m used to it anyway because of those idiots,” He subtly glares at them, and they all look around innocently.
“Do you mind, I mean, your name? You’re only 26, after all.” Changmin asks, wanting the others to get jealous.
“Se7en,” He smiles.
“Se7en,” Changmin says, the doctor’s name naturally rolling of his tongue.
“Okay, okay, break it up,” Yunho interrupts, and Changmin chuckles inwardly. Of course, Yunho was famously possessive of his members.
Changmin smiles sultrily at him, and purrs, “Why, Yunnie-yah?”
The doctor bites his lips seeing the interaction and motions for them to sit down. He clears his throat and asks, “May I ask, how many times do you do… it, a day,”
Junsu hums, counting. 1… 2… 3… 4…. 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10… “Can I borrow your hand?”
11… 12… 13… 1… Junsu sighs and flops down, giving up, and shrugs, looking at the doctor’s flabbergasted face.
“Around 15,” he says.
“Oh, about that, you’d best limit it to about 2, it’s not healthy for the baby,” Se7en comments.
“2?!” They voice in unison, and Changmin smiles at the prospect of walking straight for the first time in a while.
The young doctor nods, “If you do it, you can do it… more, but do the sitting position,”
“Sitting position?” Yoochun asks.
Se7en nods, “Yes, the uh, you will sit, and he,” he glances at Changmin, “will ride you,”
Junsu grins suggestively, and Changmin sulks. They stand up, Yunho carrying Changmin bridal style (despite the younger’s protests) and walks away, “Thanks doc!”
“W-wait! I didn’t give you the prescriptions yet!” The good doctor yells.
Poor, poor doc.
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It's a long time since I posted. I hope I did good ^^ I'll post the next part next time ;)