i could get used to this
hello, baby
yunho&jaejoong; ot5
pg, comedy, gif-fic
based on shinee's hello baby variety
for moonkissedx \o/ ♥
hello, baby
It was rare that they had the chance to go on a variety show. Even more unusual that they had been invited to raise a baby on live television.
They’d agreed to the challenge, which was how they’d landed the role of a parent, and now they were traveling to the recording studio for an initial meeting with their baby.
‘Kids have good instincts,’ Yoochun states. ‘They can smell a rotten person from a mile away.’
‘Is that so?’ Junsu asks curiously, eyes wide and shifty. It’d be the first time he’d had to take care of a baby. And hold it. And feed it.
He was intimidated.
‘You nervous?’ Yoochun taunts.
‘Just treat it like you’d treat a puppy,’ Changmin says off-handedly, a rather careless remark from their oh-so-clever magnae.
Jaejoong scoffs at the youngest just as Yunho makes an unidentifiable sound-a cross between a burp and a gulp.
‘Baby,’ he says, his voice shining with delight.
The lead singer races towards the child in excitement, leaving the rest of his members behind.
‘You’re so pretty,’ he gasps, tapping the baby on the buttocks cutely.
‘What do we call him?’ Jaejoong asks the father, who hands the child over. The baby fists the air in otherworldly talk, toothless laughter and gummy smile.
‘His name is Shin-il,’ the dad murmurs, stroking his son’s cheek for the last time before these five strangers took him home for the week.
Behind Yunho, the three youngest band mates give the baby a wide berth, ogling at him from afar.
Apparently, they'd acquired stage-fright in front of a one-year old child.
Jaejoong beckons for them to introduce themselves, but only the leader steps up to the plate.
‘Shin-il~’ he coos, clapping to attract the baby’s face away from his thumb.
Jaejoong grins, rocking the baby back and forth.
He watches Yunho succumb to the gurgle of the baby, watches him make weird faces at the child.
‘You’re gonna give him nightmares,’ the lead singer complains, ‘especially with that last face.’
‘That means he’ll think about me in his sleep,’ the leader suggests, scooping Shin-il into his arms and whisking him towards the others.
Jaejoong shakes his head in mock resignation and tails after Yunho, beaming from the inside regardless.
‘Say hello baby,’ the leader instructs his members, waving the baby’s hand.
Yoochun shakes Shin-il’s hand. Junsu holds it tentatively. Changmin touches his fingers briefly.
Once they were properly acquainted, Yunho spins Shin-il around to face his father. ‘Say bye-bye appa,’ he squeaks.
Shin-il squeals, grinning in the clueless way only a baby can and softening the hardest of characters.
Changmin lets slip the tiniest smile.
They were bringing a baby home tonight, but already they had let him into their hearts.
‘He hasn’t cried the whole way through,’ Yoochun marvels, patting the baby on its rounded head when the car pulls over.
They enter the front door in a pack as the crew saunters right in together with the cameras and begin unpacking for filming.
‘Isn’t it nap time?’ Yunho wonders, laying Shin-il in the cot they had prepared earlier on, a wooden structure with blankets and a pillow which Jaejoong removes.
Babies didn’t need head-rests.
Meanwhile, the PD lists out their itinerary: to make baby food and make it good, or they’d have to eat it for dinner.
‘Bleh,’ Junsu gripes, sticking out his tongue.
‘I’m not partnering with you,’ Changmin insists, taking sides with Jaejoong hyung.
‘I can’t have any of you ruining my cooking,’ the lead singer announces, pushing Changmin aside to Yunho’s team.
The magnae frowns, seeing no difference in being paired up with anyone else.
As long as it wasn’t Jaejoong, he’d have no chance of escaping punishment.
They re-convene in the kitchen, where the crew had designated tables and ingredients to the respective groups.
Changmin sighs, having already given up, especially when Yunho announces that he’d like to try this recipe known as the ‘banana broth’, which no one had ever heard of.
Junsu puts the kettle on.
‘I’ll watch the water and you’ll wash the oats,’ he orders Yoochun, who scampers about after being bossed around.
Jaejoong guffaws. ‘Who on earth washes their oats before eating it,’ he mutters to himself, thankful that none of these amateurs were on his team.
Everyone had immersed themselves in the task of making food for their new-found son so much so that they forget to talk on set.
Yunho looks up from peeling bananas while Changmin stares dispassionately at the cooking utensils.
‘If no one speaks we will be edited out,’ he says, and begins dancing to the banana song.
Changmin scowls. The leader was doing things on his own again.
The bell rings, signal that they only had five more minutes to wash up and present their dishes.
Yunho’s eyes widen like saucers. ‘But I haven’t finished peeling,’ he gasps.
The next few seconds pass in a blur. Both leader and magnae squish bananas with their bare hands in a race against time they didn’t have.
Jaejoong hums unaffectedly, decorating his plate with cherries and a little of Team Yunho’s banana, which the leader fights for to defend.
The bell rings a second time just as Yoochun and Junsu finish pulverizing their oats.
‘Are we good?’ the PD asks.
‘We’re finished!’ Junsu replies, not bothered by the fact that Team Junsu had only succeeded in mashing the oats, which had been mushy to begin with.
‘Okay,’ Jaejoong says, setting his bowl down on the table and ushering the members into the room. ‘Let’s go wake our baby.’
When Shin-il comes out in his baby-walker, he shrieks in pure joy and rampages the dining area. Jaejoong chases after, causing him to shriek even louder.
Yunho squats in front of Shin-il, whose walker runs over his toes, and attempts to convey his words with baby talk.
‘Food food nom-nom,’ he says, along with other indiscernible phrases.
Changmin chokes. Yoochun swoops in and picks up the baby to survey Team Junsu’s mashed oats.
‘You like cereal, don’t you?’ he says, bringing a spoonful to Shin-il’s mouth and watching carefully.
The baby hiccups, refusing a second mouthful.
Their cereal had faced complete rejection.
Yunho signals Changmin to pass him his banana broth which the magnae looks at in distaste.
The leader dives the spoon in and out of the sky like an airplane towards Shin-il’s mouth and then effectively puts it into his own, teasing the baby in the process.
His expression changes drastically. ‘Oh my gah,’ he mutters. ‘There’s no flavor.’
Jaejoong whoops in hyena laughter, assured of his win.
He’d made apple and sweet potato putty, which by default had been the most creative and delicious of them all.
The baby can’t get enough of it.
With that, his dish wins hands down. He lifts Shin-il into the air and does a victory dance.
The cameras shift on him while the rest of them are left to finish up their own recipes.
Junsu cringes, forcing oatmeal into his gullet as punishment. Yunho stares intently at his broth, still trying to figure out what had gone wrong.
Changmin plucks a banana off the table and bites on it, telling his hyung to eat the soggy ones they had squashed.
‘Yah~’ Yoochun sings, making faces as he swallows their disastrous combination of cereal and water.
Altogether, it had taken them a torturous quarter of an hour to finish eating. The camera crew had ceased filming and packed off for the day.
In the meantime, it was necessary to burp the baby.
Jaejoong carried him around, patting his back profusely and humming to mirotic.
Shin-il sighs before letting out a miniature burp or two, his small fingers wrapped around Yunho’s hand.
Junsu and Yoochun huddle around the lead singer, harassing the baby with their own aegyo.
Shin-il eventually falls asleep on Jaejoong’s shoulder, content to spend the night perched on his arm.
Yunho strokes his tiny head, mesmerized by the soft, downy hair and the irresistibly chubby cheeks.
‘Will he wake up if I put him down?’ the lead singer asks, rocking back and forth and humming some more.
‘He’s fast asleep,’ Yunho replies, going inside the nursery to make ready the bed.
‘Sweet dreams,’ Yoochun whispers. He leans forward and kisses Shin-il on the forehead.
While the two older members put Shin-il in the room, Junsu hops on the couch next to Changmin.
‘Dessert!’ he says, popping a bag of chips and switching on the television.
Yoochun tosses him the game controllers, sliding down the sofa next to Changmin, who seizes one of the gadgets for himself.
Like any other day in the life of a newbie parent.
PART 2 >>
yunho&jaejoong; ot5
pg, comedy, gif-fic
based on shinee's hello baby variety
for moonkissedx \o/ ♥
hello, baby
It was rare that they had the chance to go on a variety show. Even more unusual that they had been invited to raise a baby on live television.
They’d agreed to the challenge, which was how they’d landed the role of a parent, and now they were traveling to the recording studio for an initial meeting with their baby.
‘Kids have good instincts,’ Yoochun states. ‘They can smell a rotten person from a mile away.’
‘Is that so?’ Junsu asks curiously, eyes wide and shifty. It’d be the first time he’d had to take care of a baby. And hold it. And feed it.
He was intimidated.
‘You nervous?’ Yoochun taunts.
‘Just treat it like you’d treat a puppy,’ Changmin says off-handedly, a rather careless remark from their oh-so-clever magnae.
Jaejoong scoffs at the youngest just as Yunho makes an unidentifiable sound-a cross between a burp and a gulp.
‘Baby,’ he says, his voice shining with delight.
The lead singer races towards the child in excitement, leaving the rest of his members behind.
‘You’re so pretty,’ he gasps, tapping the baby on the buttocks cutely.
‘What do we call him?’ Jaejoong asks the father, who hands the child over. The baby fists the air in otherworldly talk, toothless laughter and gummy smile.
‘His name is Shin-il,’ the dad murmurs, stroking his son’s cheek for the last time before these five strangers took him home for the week.
Behind Yunho, the three youngest band mates give the baby a wide berth, ogling at him from afar.
Apparently, they'd acquired stage-fright in front of a one-year old child.
Jaejoong beckons for them to introduce themselves, but only the leader steps up to the plate.
‘Shin-il~’ he coos, clapping to attract the baby’s face away from his thumb.
Jaejoong grins, rocking the baby back and forth.
He watches Yunho succumb to the gurgle of the baby, watches him make weird faces at the child.
‘You’re gonna give him nightmares,’ the lead singer complains, ‘especially with that last face.’
‘That means he’ll think about me in his sleep,’ the leader suggests, scooping Shin-il into his arms and whisking him towards the others.
Jaejoong shakes his head in mock resignation and tails after Yunho, beaming from the inside regardless.
‘Say hello baby,’ the leader instructs his members, waving the baby’s hand.
Yoochun shakes Shin-il’s hand. Junsu holds it tentatively. Changmin touches his fingers briefly.
Once they were properly acquainted, Yunho spins Shin-il around to face his father. ‘Say bye-bye appa,’ he squeaks.
Shin-il squeals, grinning in the clueless way only a baby can and softening the hardest of characters.
Changmin lets slip the tiniest smile.
They were bringing a baby home tonight, but already they had let him into their hearts.
‘He hasn’t cried the whole way through,’ Yoochun marvels, patting the baby on its rounded head when the car pulls over.
They enter the front door in a pack as the crew saunters right in together with the cameras and begin unpacking for filming.
‘Isn’t it nap time?’ Yunho wonders, laying Shin-il in the cot they had prepared earlier on, a wooden structure with blankets and a pillow which Jaejoong removes.
Babies didn’t need head-rests.
Meanwhile, the PD lists out their itinerary: to make baby food and make it good, or they’d have to eat it for dinner.
‘Bleh,’ Junsu gripes, sticking out his tongue.
‘I’m not partnering with you,’ Changmin insists, taking sides with Jaejoong hyung.
‘I can’t have any of you ruining my cooking,’ the lead singer announces, pushing Changmin aside to Yunho’s team.
The magnae frowns, seeing no difference in being paired up with anyone else.
As long as it wasn’t Jaejoong, he’d have no chance of escaping punishment.
They re-convene in the kitchen, where the crew had designated tables and ingredients to the respective groups.
Changmin sighs, having already given up, especially when Yunho announces that he’d like to try this recipe known as the ‘banana broth’, which no one had ever heard of.
Junsu puts the kettle on.
‘I’ll watch the water and you’ll wash the oats,’ he orders Yoochun, who scampers about after being bossed around.
Jaejoong guffaws. ‘Who on earth washes their oats before eating it,’ he mutters to himself, thankful that none of these amateurs were on his team.
Everyone had immersed themselves in the task of making food for their new-found son so much so that they forget to talk on set.
Yunho looks up from peeling bananas while Changmin stares dispassionately at the cooking utensils.
‘If no one speaks we will be edited out,’ he says, and begins dancing to the banana song.
Changmin scowls. The leader was doing things on his own again.
The bell rings, signal that they only had five more minutes to wash up and present their dishes.
Yunho’s eyes widen like saucers. ‘But I haven’t finished peeling,’ he gasps.
The next few seconds pass in a blur. Both leader and magnae squish bananas with their bare hands in a race against time they didn’t have.
Jaejoong hums unaffectedly, decorating his plate with cherries and a little of Team Yunho’s banana, which the leader fights for to defend.
The bell rings a second time just as Yoochun and Junsu finish pulverizing their oats.
‘Are we good?’ the PD asks.
‘We’re finished!’ Junsu replies, not bothered by the fact that Team Junsu had only succeeded in mashing the oats, which had been mushy to begin with.
‘Okay,’ Jaejoong says, setting his bowl down on the table and ushering the members into the room. ‘Let’s go wake our baby.’
When Shin-il comes out in his baby-walker, he shrieks in pure joy and rampages the dining area. Jaejoong chases after, causing him to shriek even louder.
Yunho squats in front of Shin-il, whose walker runs over his toes, and attempts to convey his words with baby talk.
‘Food food nom-nom,’ he says, along with other indiscernible phrases.
Changmin chokes. Yoochun swoops in and picks up the baby to survey Team Junsu’s mashed oats.
‘You like cereal, don’t you?’ he says, bringing a spoonful to Shin-il’s mouth and watching carefully.
The baby hiccups, refusing a second mouthful.
Their cereal had faced complete rejection.
Yunho signals Changmin to pass him his banana broth which the magnae looks at in distaste.
The leader dives the spoon in and out of the sky like an airplane towards Shin-il’s mouth and then effectively puts it into his own, teasing the baby in the process.
His expression changes drastically. ‘Oh my gah,’ he mutters. ‘There’s no flavor.’
Jaejoong whoops in hyena laughter, assured of his win.
He’d made apple and sweet potato putty, which by default had been the most creative and delicious of them all.
The baby can’t get enough of it.
With that, his dish wins hands down. He lifts Shin-il into the air and does a victory dance.
The cameras shift on him while the rest of them are left to finish up their own recipes.
Junsu cringes, forcing oatmeal into his gullet as punishment. Yunho stares intently at his broth, still trying to figure out what had gone wrong.
Changmin plucks a banana off the table and bites on it, telling his hyung to eat the soggy ones they had squashed.
‘Yah~’ Yoochun sings, making faces as he swallows their disastrous combination of cereal and water.
Altogether, it had taken them a torturous quarter of an hour to finish eating. The camera crew had ceased filming and packed off for the day.
In the meantime, it was necessary to burp the baby.
Jaejoong carried him around, patting his back profusely and humming to mirotic.
Shin-il sighs before letting out a miniature burp or two, his small fingers wrapped around Yunho’s hand.
Junsu and Yoochun huddle around the lead singer, harassing the baby with their own aegyo.
Shin-il eventually falls asleep on Jaejoong’s shoulder, content to spend the night perched on his arm.
Yunho strokes his tiny head, mesmerized by the soft, downy hair and the irresistibly chubby cheeks.
‘Will he wake up if I put him down?’ the lead singer asks, rocking back and forth and humming some more.
‘He’s fast asleep,’ Yunho replies, going inside the nursery to make ready the bed.
‘Sweet dreams,’ Yoochun whispers. He leans forward and kisses Shin-il on the forehead.
While the two older members put Shin-il in the room, Junsu hops on the couch next to Changmin.
‘Dessert!’ he says, popping a bag of chips and switching on the television.
Yoochun tosses him the game controllers, sliding down the sofa next to Changmin, who seizes one of the gadgets for himself.
Like any other day in the life of a newbie parent.
PART 2 >>