Pairing: Jongyu
Word count: 650~
Rating: PG
Content warnings: Discussion of bodies and dysphoria.
âDo you ever think about being pregnant?â Jonghyun asked.
Jinki looked down at his boyfriend, who was lying with his head in Jinkiâs lap, his eyes closed as sunlight filtered through the leaves of the tree above them and dappled across his face. He had plucked a bit of clover several minutes ago and had been stimming with the soft round flower ever since, rubbing it back and forth against his bottom lip until the stalk was entirely limp.
âNot if I can help it.â Jinki repressed a shudder. âMy uterus isnât ever gonna take in any tenants. At least, thatâs the plan.â
âIâm sorry,â Jonghyun said gently, turning to press a kiss against Jinkiâs soft round stomach, which peeked out a little under the shirt he was wearing. âI wasnât trying to make you uncomfy.â
Jinki shrugged. âIâm cool as long as I donât actually get pregnant. Why do you ask?â
âI donât know.â Jonghyun flapped one hand in the air. âI guess Iâm just curious. I just think it might beâŠnice? To carry around a little person inside me and feel it grow, and Iâd get all cute and round.â He demonstrated the width of his imagined pregnant belly with his hands. âAnd Iâd get boobs,â he added, a wistful note creeping into his voice.
âYou have boobs.â Jinki playfully squeezed Jonghyunâs chest. But instead of getting all giggly and squirmy like he usually did, Jonghyun frowned and batted his hands away. âNot muscle boobs, Jinki,â he said earnestly. âReal boobs. Nice soft ones, to feed a baby with.â
âThereâs no one single way to have Real Boobs, babe,â Jinki reminded him.
âI know that,â Jonghyun snapped. He frowned sadly. âI just want different ones sometimes.â
He massaged his chest, a faraway look in his eyes.
Jinki sighed. âJonghyun.â
âMmm?â his boyfriend hummed, now patting his chest rhythmically.
Jinki hesitated. Heâd asked this question so many times before that he worried it would annoy Jonghyun. âAre you sure youâre cis?â
Jonghyun looked at him. âYes?â he said, after several moments. âYes. I think so.â
âConvincing,â Jinki said with flat sarcasm.
Jonghyunâs face flushed with frustration and hurt. âI didnât realize I was required to convince you.â
Jinki stroked his boyfriendâs hair. A tiny, contrite gesture. âIâm sorry,â he said. âI donât mean to pester you. You just say so many things that sound like nothing Iâve ever heard from other cis boys.â
âLike what?â Jonghyun asked timidly.
âLike, just now for instance,â Jinki said. âAnd this isnât the first time youâve fantasized about having bigger, softer boobs and getting to call yourself a mom. And then you always buy your cute lady superhero undies. And you always make your character female in every video game, if you have the option. And remember how you wanted to cosplay as Princess Bubblegum?â
âDo you have a whole casefile on me?â Jonghyun teased, but his gaze was steady, his eyes serious.
âNo, I just pay attention,â Jinki said.
Jonghyun twisted the clover stem between his fingers. âNone of that is proof of anything. Maybe Iâm just a cis boy who is a little weird.â
They were both silent for several seconds, listening to the hum of cicadas fill the summer afternoon air.
âIâm just saying,â Jinki said finally. âIf you were a girl, or nonbinary, or if you just werenât cis in some way, that would be fine. I love you no matter what.â
Jonghyun shifted uncomfortably. âCan we please stop talking about this?â he whispered. He buried his face in Jinkiâs shirt again. âWill you rub my tummy?â he asked a second later, in a muffled tone.
Jinki did so, his plump hand gliding over Jonghyunâs stomach until he felt his boyfriend relax.
âFor what itâs worth,â he said, âI think youâd be really cute as a pregnant babe.â
Jonghyun didnât respond, and Jinki thought maybe he had gone too far, but then his boyfriend looked up and nodded, and broke into a shy smile. âYeah,â he said, his own hand covering Jinkiâs as it skated across his tummy. âIâd be the cutest.â