BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

03

Jeonghan and Jisoo lounged on the cushioned chairs in the yard, sipping iced tea like royalty while chaos brewed in the kitchen. Seungcheol’s frustrated grumbles and the sound of Seokmin yelping in panic drifted through the open window.

"I told you not to put oil in the boiling water!" Seokmin shouted.

"It’s fine!" Seungcheol barked back. "The fire alarm hasn’t gone off yet!"

"YET!" Seokmin echoed in horror.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. "Do you think they’ll survive making pasta?"

Jisoo snorted. "Seungcheol? Maybe. Seokmin? Doubtful. He screams when he sees a roach. Imagine him with a splattering pot of marinara."

As if on cue, a loud clang reverberated from the kitchen, followed by Seokmin’s high-pitched squeal. Jeonghan and Jisoo didn’t even flinch.

"Ah, the perks of marriage," Jisoo sighed dramatically. "Watching our husbands slowly lose their sanity while we live like Greek gods."

Jeonghan smirked, swirling his tea. "Justice. Pure and simple. Do you know how many times Seungcheol pranked me back in the day? This is karma working overtime."

Jisoo laughed. "Oh, I only remember the times you pranked on poor guy. Like the time you swapped his protein powder with powdered sugar? He was at the gym, chugging that overly sweet shake, looking so confused."

Jeonghan threw his head back, laughing. "That was classic! And the best part? He didn’t realize it until his gym buddy told him he smelled like a bakery." Jeonghan grinned. "Though nothing beats the ‘haunted car’ prank. The look on his face when I made ghost noises from the backseat—he thought his car was possessed for weeks."

"And then he tried to ‘cleanse’ it with holy water!" Jisoo added, doubling over in laughter. "Who even keeps a bottle of holy water in their gym bag?!"

Their laughter subsided into a comfortable silence, until Jeonghan’s mischievous smile returned. He set his glass down with a dramatic flourish.

"You know," he began, "we’ve accomplished a lot. Stable careers, marriage... Soobin."

Jisoo side-eyed him. "And?"

Jeonghan shrugged innocently. "Maybe it’s time you and Seokmin considered... a baby."

Jisoo froze, mid-sip. His iced tea dribbled onto his shirt as he spluttered. "What?!"

"A baby," Jeonghan repeated nonchalantly. "Tiny, dramatic, and probably the cutest thing to ever exist."

"Are you insane?" Jisoo shrieked, grabbing a napkin to wipe himself. "We can barely handle Soobin, Sunoo, Dino, Vernon and Seungkwan and they are not even ours!" He counted kids on his fingers.

"Exactly," Jeonghan said with a grin. "You’ve already mastered the art of babysitting five kids. FIVE. Plus you handle a class of twenty kids alone. Parenting is the next logical step."

"You don’t ‘step’ into parenting, Jeonghan!" Jisoo protested. "You fall into it—kicking, screaming, and covered in baby puke!"

Jeonghan ignored him. "You’d make an excellent parent. Picture it: your kid will be the most dramatic baby in the neighborhood. They’ll throw tantrums with flair. Cry on cue. Broadway-ready by age three."

"Jeonghan," Jisoo groaned, flinging the napkin at him. "Please stop."

Despite his protests, Jisoo’s mind lingered on the idea. He glanced toward the kitchen, where Seokmin’s muffled cries of "Not the garlic bread!" echoed.