BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

09

When Seokmin first learned about Jisoo’s pregnancy, his initial instinct was to share the joy with Jeonghan, Jisoo's older brother. However, as soon as the call connected, he knew he’d made a grave mistake.

Jeonghan’s dramatic gasp echoed through the phone, loud enough to make Jisoo choke on his pickle from across the room.

“Jeonghan, I thought you’d be happy—” Seokmin stammered.

“Happy? HAPPY?” Jeonghan's voice rose to an operatic pitch, laden with the weight of betrayal. “You’re telling me that my own brother—my flesh and blood—has chosen to keep such monumental news from me? And worse—worse—I had to hear it from YOU? SEOKMIN?!”

Seokmin instinctively held the phone away, flinching as Jeonghan launched into what could only be described as the Betrayal Monologue of the Century.

“He! The man who once told me he liked pineapple pizza! He, the man who has a playlist titled 'Crying in the Shower'? THIS is who he chose to tell first?!” Jeonghan continued, his tone oscillating between hurt and fury. “Do you know how this feels, Seokmin? Do you even understand the pain I’m enduring right now? No, you don’t, because you’re the messenger of my doom!”

When the line finally went silent, Seokmin whispered, “Jeonghan?”

Another dramatic sigh came through the receiver. “I need time to process this betrayal.”

The call ended with a loud beep, leaving Seokmin pale and wide-eyed. “I... I think I made a mistake.”

Jisoo, perched on the couch and munching on his pickles, raised an eyebrow. “What did you do now?”

“I told Jeonghan you’re pregnant.”

Jisoo froze, his jaw dropping. “YOU DID WHAT?”

Cue an immediate barrage of pickles and napkins flying across the room as Jisoo launched into his own tirade. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Jeonghan’s going to weaponize this information against me for the rest of my life! He’s going to milk it! No, he’s going to churn it into butter and spread it across the universe! Why didn’t you let me tell him?!”

Desperate to balance the scales, Jisoo grabbed his phone and called Jihoon. Jihoon answered, his face popping up on FaceTime, and beside him was Soonyoung, mid-bite into a suspiciously large sandwich.

“What?” Jihoon asked flatly, barely looking up from the guitar he was tuning.

“We’re pregnant!” Jisoo declared, expecting some kind of reaction.

“Oh, congrats,” Jihoon said casually, strumming a chord. “Neat.”

“That’s it?!” Jisoo yelled. “Neat?”

“Do you want a parade?” Jihoon deadpanned. “I mean, I’m happy for you guys, but don’t expect me to babysit. I don’t do diapers.”

Beside him, Soonyoung’s face lit up. “Wait, BABY?! Oh my god, am I going to be an honorary uncle? Can I teach it how to dance? Or—OR—can I dress it up for Halloween? I have ideas. So many ideas! The ninja turtles, Sunoo, Dino, Soobin and your baby.”

“Not helpful, Soonyoung!” Jisoo groaned.

Seokmin, who had been quietly observing, whispered, “Why couldn’t Jeonghan be more like Jihoon?”

But Jeonghan was just getting started.

The doorbell rang, and Seokmin’s stomach dropped. Standing at the doorstep was Jeonghan, holding his one-year-old son, Soobin, on his hip, with Seungcheol looming behind him like a disapproving chaperone.

“You!” Jeonghan screeched, pointing an accusatory finger at Jisoo, who was lounging on the couch with a cup of tea. “How DARE you betray me like this?”

“Betray you?” Jisoo replied, rolling his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? RIDICULOUS?” Jeonghan clutched his chest dramatically, his voice quivering. “My own brother didn’t think I was worthy of hearing this life-changing news firsthand? Instead, I get blindsided by Seokmin?!”

Seungcheol, ever the diplomat, tried to step in. “Jeonghan, maybe we should—”

“Stay out of this, Seungcheol!” Jeonghan snapped, now fully in diva mode. “This is between me and these traitors!”

As if on cue, Soobin began to wail. Jeonghan’s theatrics came to an immediate halt as he switched to full Dad Mode, bouncing his son and cooing. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetie. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s going to fix everything.” With that he passed his son to Seungcheol.

Meanwhile, Jisoo buried his face in his hands, muttering, “I told you this would happen.”

Seokmin whispered, “I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

The chaos reached its peak when Soonyoung had commandeered the phone, now holding a makeshift baby bottle made of a water bottle and a straw. “Hey, guys! I’ve got it all figured out. I’m making a diaper-changing song. Wanna hear?”

“No, Soonyoung!” Jisoo shouted, exasperated. “This is a disaster!”

Jihoon’s monotone voice cut through the noise. “You’re all exhausting. Congratulations, though.”

Jeonghan glared at the screen. “Jihoon, where is your sense of family loyalty?!”

“About family loyalty. My husband and kids can't survive without me. And I am loyal to my naps.” Jihoon replied, yawning. “Which I’m about to take.”

Soonyoung chimed in cheerfully, “I’ll babysit, though! We’ll have matching outfits! I have quite experience with kids.”

“Not happening,” Jisoo said firmly, hanging up again.

Jeonghan turned back to Jisoo, his eyes narrowed. “I demand an apology.”

“For what?” Jisoo snapped. “For not wanting to deal with your drama?”

“Exactly!” Jeonghan declared.

Jisoo groaned but walked over and gave his brother a quick hug. “Fine, I’m sorry. But seriously, you’re overreacting.”

Jeonghan sniffled, clearly unsatisfied but willing to drop it. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Seokmin, still cowering in the corner, muttered to Jisoo, “Next time, you’re making the call.”

Jisoo smirked. “Oh, trust me. There won’t be a next time.”

Jeonghan smirked back. "Oh, trust me. There will be next timeS."