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[MR-Removed / Acapella] Minho -I'm Home

SHINee

you fucking idiot.

Title; Number 2 Rating; PG Warnings; Although I wrote it with Kibum in mind as transgender, nothing is mentioned, so it can be read as mpreg as well, just so you know!! Genre; Domestic. Fluff. Summary; "We should start trying again. Really trying this time." -- Jonghyun sprawls out next to Kibum after the younger put Jaebum to bed. The little one is tired from experiencing a day filled with birthday festivities. His second birthday fell on a Saturday this year, and Kibum was certainly into the idea of having a party with a few friends and family members. Jaebum spent the last few minutes of the party asleep against Kibum's chest. As soon as the last person left, Jonghyun hopped in the shower and Kibum quickly put the baby in his room. They met at about the same time in their room, and it's a glorious time of solitude for the couple that doesn't come often enough anymore. Kibum's breathing is starting to even out too, but Jonghyun speaks up anyway. "I can't believe it's been a two whole years already," he presses a kiss to Kibum's collarbone. "By this time, we were already meeting him, Kibum." "He came early in the afternoon," Kibum murmurs in response. "Three forty-two." Jonghyun smiles fondly at the time. "It took us way longer to decide on a name though." "We had to pick a good name. He's stuck with it for the rest of his life." "We chose a good name for him," Jonghyun nods with a cheeky grin. "After his father." Kibum hums in his chest, vibrating beneath Jonghyun's ear. "Only because you insisted." "Well, you did such a good job carrying him. How could I have it any other way, babe?" Jonghyun traces the fading stretch marks marring Kibum's hips and lower stomach. "Remember I'd always come home from work, and you'd be in here relaxing for a bit after making dinner? I used to come in to greet you and play with the baby." Kibum moves his hand over his stomach unconsciously. The stretch marks are very much visible, and Kibum is self conscious about them, even around Jonghyun. Kibum was always slim, and his body grew to accommodate a nearly nine pound baby; no oil or lotion Kibum lathered on his skin did much to combat them. Jonghyun doesn't mind. He likes them, likes the stretch marks and the scar from his c-section. Jonghyun loves it all because he loves Kibum. He loves it enough for Kibum's share too. "He'd always wake up when you would start talking to him; he knew your voice. He knew when you were home," Kibum says. "That's what you told me all the time," he smiles. "I'd drag my finger over your belly, and he'd follow it. He would start kicking, and you could see it. I could see it. That's-- that was an amazing experience, Kibum." Kibum peeks an eye open to look at Jonghyun. "It doesn't have to be the last time. We both agree we want more than one. You know we've been kind of trying without actively trying. We said that if it was meant to happen, it'll happen on its own accord," he begins to massage Jonghyun's side. "I was a mess though." "You were not." "Those last couple days? You couldn't say I wasn't." "You were over it. We were both impatient. Plus, you were pain. The doctors didn't think you'd go to term." "Yeah, I went past term. And he dropped so low over those last couple days. That was what did a number on my back," Kibum closes his eyes again. "But it wasn't completely unbearable. I'd do it again." Jonghyun sits up a little next to Kibum. "We should start trying again. Really trying this time." Kibum doesn't say anything else in response to that, doesn't say yes or no. He does, however, take Jonghyun's hand that's resting between them. Kibum gives it a tight squeeze that makes the tips of Jonghyun's fingers go a little numb. Jonghyun knows that squeeze; it's the squeeze Kibum gave him on their wedding day, when he announced his pregnancy to Jonghyun, before he went into surgery for his c-section. "I love you, Kibum," Jonghyun says and, although Kibum looks like he's asleep, sees his beautiful, sleepy smile.

Old diddle I never posted, but it was a b-day gift for Bee, featuring our three mascots. Buncha dorks.