BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

10

Jisoo’s first trimester was like living in a tornado of emotions, cravings, and—without a doubt—the full-on, no-holds-barred, over-the-top, ridiculous overprotectiveness of Seokmin.

From the moment Jisoo casually dropped the bombshell about his pregnancy, Seokmin had officially become everything except an actual superhero: bodyguard, nutritionist, pregnancy guru, and part-time therapist. If Jisoo so much as looked like he was going to stand up too fast, Seokmin would swoop in, arms flailing like an octopus on caffeine.

“BLUEBELL!” Seokmin screeched one afternoon when he caught Jisoo—heaven forbid—moving a chair. “WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? SIT DOWN, NOW! I’ll move it! I’ll move everything! You’re like fragile glass!”

Jisoo, rubbing his temples like someone who has been subjected to a lifetime of Seokmin’s drama, groaned. “Seok, it’s a chair! I’m pregnant, not a porcelain doll, okay?”

Seokmin wasn’t listening. He was already lifting the chair as if it weighed 300 pounds. “You’re pregnant with OUR baby, Bluebell!” His voice cracked dramatically as he adjusted the chair. “If anything happens to you or the baby, I’ll... I’ll... OH MY GOD, WHAT IF YOU GET HURT?!”

Jisoo sighed dramatically, dragged him into a hug, and said, “You’re sweet, Seokmin. Annoying as hell, but sweet.”

As if Seokmin’s constant hovering wasn’t enough, Soonyoung decided that his idea of “helping” involved crashing in unannounced, bringing his two wild offspring, —two beings who clearly had no concept of personal space, noise levels, or basic human decency.

“MINNIEEE SOOOO, WE’RE HERE!” Help.. Miniso?? I am not getting paid to promote them guys chill... Dino announced like a marching band, storming in with a basketball, his tiny legs carrying him at lightning speed. Sunoo followed behind, munching on a giant bag of chips like he was at a buffet.

Soonyoung trailed behind them, looking like he just survived a war. “Thought you could use some company!”

Jisoo narrowed his eyes, inspecting the room that now looked like a crime scene after a small tornado had swept through. “Company? This looks more like a category 5 hurricane.”

“Kids, don’t break anything!” Soonyoung yelled, lounging on the couch like it was his personal kingdom.

Seokmin, already in full “protective mode,” shot up, his eyes bugging out. “Soonyoung! I swear, if you stress him out, I’ll—! He needs peace!”

Soonyoung, effortlessly unbothered, shot back, “Relax, Seokmin. It’s not like Jisoo’s about to pop the baby out any second.”

Meanwhile, Dino and Sunoo had already taken it upon themselves to destroy the living room, shrieking, “TAG! YOU’RE IT!” and running around like caffeinated squirrels.

Jisoo, trying to hold onto his sanity, pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Seokmin. “You’re worried about me moving a chair, but you’re fine with this?”

Seokmin, utterly exasperated, turned to Soonyoung. “Can you at least control them?”

Soonyoung shrugged like a man who had already given up on life. “They’re kids. Chaos is their default setting.”

And then there was Jeonghan, who was essentially a walking soap opera at night. Every evening, like clockwork, he would waltz in after his hospital shift, armed with a lifetime of dramatic stories from work and a deep-seated belief that Jisoo was one breath away from disaster.

“Why is he still awake?” Jeonghan demanded, pointing dramatically at Jisoo, who was blissfully reading a book on the couch.

“Because it’s 10 p.m., not the middle of the night?” Jisoo retorted dryly.