BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

BONUS 07

The morning after their wildly scientific baby-making session, Jisoo stirred awake to the seductive smell of pancakes. For a blissful moment, he thought maybe-just maybe-he could enjoy a peaceful breakfast in bed.

Then, like a caffeinated squirrel on steroids, Seokmin burst into the room clutching The Notebook of Doom (According to Jisoo.)

"Good morning, love of my life!" Seokmin chirped, practically vibrating with excitement. "So... how are we feeling today? Any signs? Symptoms? Twitches of potential parenthood?"

Jisoo squinted at him, his brain not fully functioning yet. "Signs of what?"

"Pregnancy, of course!" Seokmin beamed, flipping open his notebook. "You did eat ice cream at midnight. Was that a craving? Oh! Or is it bloating?"

Jisoo groaned and pulled the comforter over his head. "Seokmin, it's been one night. ONE. Not even 24 hours, Let the baby get made before you start diagnosing it."

But Seokmin was undeterred. "You never know! Miracles happen all the time. Now, did you feel nauseous when I accidentally burned the bacon just now? That could be a sign!"

Jisoo rolled over, staring at him in exasperation. "The only thing I feel is annoyed. Does that count?"

Over the next week, Seokmin's enthusiasm reached DEFCON 1 levels.

"Jisoo, you tripped over the rug! Is that clumsiness, or are your ligaments loosening for childbirth?"

"Why are you looking at pickles like that? Do you want one? Or are you craving something salty?!"

"Jisoo, you just sighed deeply! Is that fatigue from growing life inside you?"

Jisoo, holding a glass of water, stared at him as though debating whether to drink it or throw it. "It means I'm tired of YOU, Seokmin!"

It didn't matter what Jisoo did-yawn, sneeze, breathe. Seokmin was there, pen scratching furiously in his notebook like he was decoding ancient hieroglyphs.

One evening, after a particularly intense "Does your burp mean indigestion?!" interrogation, Jisoo snapped.

Seokmin sat beside him on the couch, notebook open and pen poised, ready to strike. "You've been unusually quiet today," he noted. "Do you think that could mean-"

"ENOUGH!" Jisoo exploded, snatching the notebook out of his hands with the strength of ten fed-up men. "Seokmin, I love you, but if you don't stop treating me like a walking science experiment, I swear I'm going to-"

"I'm just trying to be supportive! Babies take planning, Jisoo!" Seokmin protested, looking wounded.

"Planning doesn't mean interrogating my digestive system!" Jisoo growled. "We've just tried a week before, not a decade! You can't will a baby into existence by tracking my sneezes!"

Seokmin pouted, looking like a scolded puppy. "I just want to be prepared..."

Jisoo softened slightly, though his glare remained lethal. "I know you mean well. But if you don't chill, the only thing you'll be preparing for is single parenthood. Got it?"

Seokmin nodded solemnly. "Got it. No more notebooks. I promise."

The next morning, Jisoo stumbled into the dining room, rubbing his eyes, only to see Seokmin sitting at the table. His hands were clasped together like he was in a prayer circle for patience, and his notebook sat closed beside him.