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Choi Yeonjun. That name isn't strange on the tongue. But lately, the popular idol hasn't gotten the chance to make a new comeback due to the tiny life growing in his beloved guitarist's womb.
Just a year ago, Yeonjun had gotten married to his guitarist, Choi Beomgyu. They planned to have kids at least 2 years into their marriage. Yet fate has different plans for the couple and they welcomed it with open arms when Beomgyu told him that there will no longer be only two people in the house soon, but three.
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Beomgyu's pregnancy has reached 31 weeks, which means almost 24 weeks or 6 months has passed since Yeonjun had last performed on stage with Beomgyu by his side. On certain occasions, Yeonjun can't help but express how much he misses performing on stage. Beomgyu, of course — takes his husbands words very seriously and would suggest Yeonjun to just make a comeback and perform for his fans
Yeonjun wouldn't do that. Not without Beomgyu playing his guitar or electric guitar on the stage he's performing on. The stage would feel alien without Beomgyu — like an alien stage. Fuck, the moment Beomgyu decided to take a break from performing with Yeonjun to prioritize his and their child's health, Yeonjun immediately decided to go on a year long hiatus too just so he could fully support Beomgyu. It's not fair if only Beomgyu has to stray away from his passion while Yeonjun can still go on with his career like usual.
The young idol is attached to his husband, like velcro. A velcro baby. If Yeonjun is already this clingy with Beomgyu, then Beomgyu can't imagine how clingy their son will be.
Currently, they're packing the hospital bags in case Beomgyu goes into labor earlier than the actual due date. Better to be prepared, or what the old people say, prepare an umbrella before it rains.
"Hyung, can we bring this big bear plushie with us to the hospital? It'd be nice to have something to cuddle while I'm in pain." Beomgyu suggests, tugging on the hand of the big teddy bear he's hugging. It's almost the same size as a 10 year old kid. How will they bring that over?
Yeonjun just laughs it off, shaking his head. "No, gyu. It'll be a waste of space in the car. You can cuddle me instead, y'know? I don't mind you holding my hand tight while you're in pain, even though you might pop one of my blood vessels on accident. But it's okay. You get a pass because you're.. you."
Beomgyu groans, annoyed with Yeonjun's disagreement but decides to not argue any further. Instead, he pounces right on Yeonjun's body, startling the older.
"H-hey! What are you-" Yeonjun's words were cut off when Beomgyu started hugging him tight, holding onto him like a koala. "Beomgyu-ya.." He whines, too tired to get Beomgyu to let go of him. This pathetic couple are both whipped for each other.
"Let me stay this way. You always hug me tight out of nowhere and refuse to let me go, saying that you're scared if I die after childbirth and stuff. You overthink a lot, don't you? You're going to grow some grey hairs if you think too much!" Beomgyu teases in that annoying tone. Why did Yeonjun marry this boy again?
After they've finished packing, the two men lie down in bed — but this time Yeonjun is the one hugging Beomgyu tight while the younger simply reciprocates the hug by placing his hand over Yeonjun's on his swollen belly.
As the atmosphere grew quieter and more peaceful, Beomgyu speaks up.
"You miss performing, don't you?"
"What?"
"You miss performing, don't you?" Beomgyu repeats in a louder tone.
Yeonjun couldn't help but sigh softly, his breath brushing against Beomgyu's neck. "Well yeah, but I don't mind taking a break from going out in the public if it means I get to have more time with you like this. I can always go back on track, you know. But I can never have another time where I can be with you like this. Your warmth and your love.. it's everything I'll ever need in this world. You and Uyun are my first source of happiness, while my fans come second."
Beomgyu lets out a shy giggle when he got Yeonjun's answer, not realizing how red his cheeks currently are from how flustered he is after hearing his husband's loving words.
Yeonjun immediately looks up to look at Beomgyu's face when he heard him giggling, just so that he could see that sweet smile of his. God, Beomgyu's beautiful smile is everything he needs when he has a bad day. His only wish is to not have the love of his life get taken away from him so cruelly.
"Stop with your lovey dovey talking. Anyway, you don't have to force yourself to wait for me. I think I can go a few days without you by my side as long as I know that you're safe out there. Besides, there are many talented guitarists out there that can perform for you during your concerts. You don't have to prove your loyalty to me by straying away from your passion." Beomgyu suggests, though his words doesn't sound that genuine. Yeonjun can tell that Beomgyu is jealous at the thought of him finding another guitarist to temporarily replace him. Yet, Beomgyu still doesn't want to hold Yeonjun back from shining, so he decides to suck up his jealousy.
Yeonjun, on the other hand, can see through his husband well. They've been together for almost a decade, dated for 4 years and married for a year. What does he not know about Beomgyu?
"Uh huh. And do you want me to actually do that?" Yeonjun says with a hint of a smirk on his lips, knowing that he might struck a nerve here.
Having been caught by Yeonjun, Beomgyu rolled his eyes and looked away to hide the blush that's slowly appearing on his cheeks again. "Fuck you." He curses, pushing Yeonjun's hand away from his belly as he turns to his side, now facing away from his husband.
"Knew you only want me to choose you as my guitarist. You're cute when you're flustered, but I think you're cuter when you smile with those rosy cheeks of yours. You squishy cheeks." At the last words, Yeonjun was starting to have cuteness aggression with his husband. Why is Beomgyu so... adorable? And with that round belly.. Beomgyu looks like a cute balloon.
Without a single warning, Yeonjun wraps his arms around Beomgyu's middle again and tangles their legs together. He takes a moment to bask in Beomgyu's scent as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against Beomgyu's neck, whispering a soft murmur of the same three words that never fail to make Beomgyu heart skip a beat despite how grumpy he is right now.
"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."