ATEEZ Mpreg Oneshots (RETIRED)

WOOSAN

A piercing cry rang through the night

Wooyoung wakes abruptly at the noise, mind groggy as his eyes slowly open, sleep sticking to his lashes.

He rubs a clumsy hand against his puffy eyelids as he effectively tries to wake himself up, exhaustion weighing down his body like a thick blanket.

The bed is so warm, yet he knows he needs to get up as the cries ringing through the monitor, placed ironically on his nightstand, continue loudly.

It would seem that Beomgyu is awake

Huffing, Wooyoung pushes himself up and away from the warm body tucked snuggly against his bare back, smiling softly as he turns to see San's cheeks squished up against his pillow, mouth open slightly as small puffs of air leave his mouth.

He lightly brushes his fiancé's pink bangs away from his forehead, eliciting a quiet hum from the older's lips as he turns onto his back, legs tangled wildly into their shared comforter as he throws one arm above his head, the other thrown haphazardly over the edge of the bed. Chest moving slowly as he continues to sleep, completely unbothered by the loud screaming filling the dorm.

What a dork

Laughing softly, Wooyoung takes one last look at his adorable fiancé before shifting to stand up, hissing slightly as his feet come into contact with the cold hardwood floor.

He tiredly shuffles his way out of his and San's bedroom, making his way down the hall towards the room adjacent from their's, loud cries seeping through the wood of the door.

He turns the old brass knob and is immediately greeted with his son's wails, the shrieks never ending or lessening in volume.

He had definitely gotten his lung capacity from him...

Walking up to the wooden crib that contained his crying child, Wooyoung swiftly picks up the small baby as he sways him back and forth, cooing to him gently.

"Shh 'Gyu, shhh daddy's here...you're okay."

He soothes tenderly, repeating the words like a calming mantra as he rubs the small boy's quivering back, his head placed gently into the crook of his father's neck, the bare skin wet with his tears as it muffles his cries.

Walking in slow circles, Wooyoung continues his routine around the room, praying slightly that his son will quickly settle down and fall asleep so he too can go back to sleep, hopefully managing a good full 6 hours of rest.

He was wrong

After about 30 minutes of constant rocking and soft murmuring, Beomgyu had yet to stop crying. His volume had definitely lessened, but small upset noises continued to leave his mouth, tiny body hiccuping with sobs in his father's hold.

Knowing just what to do, Wooyoung quickly removes the soft onesie that is covering Beomgyu as he places his son's now naked body, only clad in a diaper, against his own bare chest, initiating skin to skin contact.

The effect is instant as the small baby's cries cease completely, only small whines and whimpers now leaving his tiny pink lips.

Wooyoung smiles gently at his son, body filling with warmth as the little boy settles against his chest, head lying next to his heart, the slow beats calming him.

Slowly walking towards the rocking chair placed into the corner of the room, Wooyoung sits down in it, rocking them gently as he gazed down at his son.

Beomgyu looked a lot like him. From his eyes to his lips, even to the way he loved to scream and be loud, he was Wooyoung's kid, yet there was just so much of San in him too that never failed to make the younger smile. Like the way his hair just had that slightest natural curl to it like the older's, or the two deep dimples that sat on either side of his face when he gave his parent's a big gummy smile.