BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

04

The next morning, Jisoo woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. Subtlety was key—until it wasn’t. But for now, he’d keep trying. He shuffled into the kitchen where Seokmin, ever the morning person, was already flipping pancakes, his golden retriever energy in full swing.

“Ah, my tireless husband,” Jisoo sighed, leaning against the doorway like he was auditioning for Downton Abbey: Modern Edition. “Slaving away over a hot stove for the sake of our happiness.”

“Morning, Bluebell!” Seokmin chirped, spinning around with a spatula in hand. “Bananas or strawberries today?”

“Oh, why does it matter?” Jisoo said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “The fruit is but a fleeting joy. What I truly crave is… legacy.”

Seokmin paused mid-pancake flip, squinting at Jisoo. “Uh… do you mean chocolate syrup? We have some in the fridge.”

Jisoo let out a theatrical gasp. “No, Seokmin, I don’t mean chocolate syrup! I mean a baby! A tiny, adorable human!” He flung his arms wide for emphasis, nearly knocking over the flour canister.

Seokmin blinked. “Ohhh,” he said, nodding slowly. “You mean babysitting Soobin again? I can call Jeonghan—”

Jisoo’s jaw dropped. “Seokmin! I’m not talking about Soobin! I’m talking about our baby! The one we could make together! The tiny, adorable human with us!”

Seokmin frowned, looking genuinely concerned. “Jisoo… we can’t make pancakes with a baby. That’s dangerous.”

Jisoo stared at him, wide-eyed, before groaning so loudly the neighbor’s dog started barking.

Later that day, Jisoo leaned against the table like a tragic hero from a Victorian novel. “Seokmin, my darling,” he began, voice dripping with romantic melancholy, “have you ever thought about how wonderful it would be to hear the pitter-patter of little feet in our home?”

Seokmin didn’t even pause, folding his socks in a neat roll. “Oh, you mean a puppy? I’d love that! I’ll start researching breeds.”

Jisoo blinked. “Not a puppy. A baby.”

Seokmin turned, spatula in hand, his expression genuinely puzzled. “A baby puppy? But puppies are already baby dogs.”

Jisoo let out a dramatic sigh that could’ve rivaled the windstorm in Pride and Prejudice. “Never mind.”

By the next day, Jisoo decided that if Seokmin couldn’t understand subtle hints, he’d bombard him with a deluge of baby-related content. He set up his laptop in the living room and pulled up a playlist titled Cutest Babies Laughing Compilation.

As Seokmin walked in, Jisoo casually turned up the volume. The sound of giggles and coos filled the room.

Seokmin plopped down beside him, immediately captivated. “Aww, look at that one! It’s so tiny! And it's laugh—oh my gosh, that’s the happiest sound ever. We should show this to Soobin next time he visits!”

Jisoo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Seokmin, I’m not talking about Soobin. I’m talking about having our own baby.”

Seokmin’s eyes widened. “We’re adopting Soobin?! Does Jeonghan know? I mean, I’m all for it, but—”

Jisoo slammed the laptop shut. “I give up.”

That afternoon, Jisoo stormed over to Jeonghan’s house, his dramatic cape-coat billowing behind him like he was heading to confront his mortal enemy.

Jeonghan, lounging on his patio with Seungcheol, raised an eyebrow. “Oh no, what did Seokmin do now?”

“Jeonghan,” Jisoo began, slamming his hands on the table, “your dense brother-in-law is testing the limits of my patience!”

Seungcheol sighed, sliding a cup of tea toward him. “Let me guess. You dropped hints, he missed them, and now you’re here to rant.”

Jisoo gasped, clutching his chest. “Is it that obvious?”

“Painfully,” Jeonghan muttered.

“I told him I want a baby!” Jisoo wailed, plopping into a chair. “And you know what he said? He said we can’t make pancakes with a baby! PANCAKES!”

Jeonghan snorted into his tea while Seungcheol chuckled. “Well, to be fair, he’s not wrong.”

Jisoo shot them both a glare. “Don’t you dare take his side! You’re supposed to help me!”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, patting Jisoo’s hand. “Alright, alright. Here’s what you do: stop being dramatic and just talk to him. Lay it out plainly. No metaphors, no giggles, just honesty.”

Jisoo sat up, clutching the cup like it held all his shattered hopes. “But where’s the romance in that?” Jisoo protested.

“Romance doesn’t work on Seokmin,” Jeonghan replied dryly. “He’s too busy being a golden retriever in human form.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes.

“Jisoo, you married a golden retriever, not Sherlock Holmes. He’s not going to deduce anything. Just say the words ‘I want a baby’ and spare yourself the theatrics.” Seungcheol sat straight.

Jisoo huffed. “Theatrics are my love language.”

“Clearly,” Jeonghan deadpanned.

That evening, Jisoo took Jeonghan’s advice—sort of. After dinner, he lit some candles, turned on soft music, and pulled Seokmin into the living room.

“Minnie,” Jisoo said, holding his hands dramatically, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Seokmin tilted his head, his face full of concern. “Are you okay? Did you lose another houseplant? Or are you terminally ill? I saw those in dramas.”

“NO!” Jisoo snapped, then quickly softened. “What I mean is… I’ve been thinking about our future. About us. About… a baby.”

Seokmin blinked, clearly trying to process. “Like… babysitting Soobin more often? But we already do it five days a week.”

Jisoo let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a scream. “No, Seokmin not everything is about our godson! I mean a baby that’s ours. Yours and mine. A tiny human that we raise together! OUR OWN GENES.”

Realization finally dawned on Seokmin’s face. His mouth formed a perfect ‘O,’ and then he broke into the biggest grin Jisoo had ever seen. “Jisoo! That’s amazing! Why didn’t you just say so earlier?”

Jisoo stared at him, incredulous. “I DID! For DAYS!”

Seokmin laughed, pulling him into a tight hug. “Well, you know me. Sometimes you just have to hit me over the head with it.”

“I was this close to actually doing that,” Jisoo muttered into Seokmin’s chest, though he couldn’t help but smile.

Seokmin pulled back, his eyes sparkling. “So… when do we start? Do we need a checklist? A book? Should we call Jeonghan for advice?”

Jisoo groaned. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“And you’re lucky I’m great with kids,” Seokmin teased, kissing the top of Jisoo’s head.

As they curled up together on the couch, Jisoo realized that, dense or not, Seokmin’s excitement made it all worth it.

I THRIVEEE ON DRAMAAAAAAAA AND I HAVE TO WRITE ANOTHER SMUTTTT.. NOOOOO.. IMMA WRITE

A MONTH LATER...