BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

BONUS 11

By the time Jisoo was in his eighth month, he had fully embraced his new identity as what Seokmin lovingly (but never out loud) referred to as a "waddling volcano"-one erratic mood swing away from erupting at any given moment. His temper was like the weather, and it would change without warning. One minute, he'd be basking in the warmth of Seokmin's affection, and the next, he'd be launching an explosive tirade about how the kitchen sponge wasn't properly sanitized. His sharp retorts were as dangerous as they were unpredictable, and his glare? Enough to make grown men reconsider their life choices.

Soonyoung and Jihoon's visits had transformed into a chaotic circus. Soonyoung's energy was a hurricane, and Jihoon's calm was the eye of the storm, both struggling to balance the circus that was Dino and Sunoo. The little tykes treated Jisoo's house like a playground, tearing through rooms with the energy of caffeinated squirrels.

One afternoon, Soonyoung stormed in with Dino and Sunoo trailing behind him like a gang of troublemakers. Their mission? Baby name brainstorming. Their idea of brainstorming was less "discussing meaningful names" and more "throwing out names like confetti."

"Sunoo says you should name the baby after him," Jihoon deadpanned from the couch, somehow managing to appear unamused despite the chaos unfolding.

"Absolutely not," Jisoo shot back, waddling over to the table to grab a snack, as if it would somehow calm the impending storm of nonsense. "I'm not naming my child after some sugar-high toddler who just spilled juice all over my rug."

"It adds character to the house!" Soonyoung said, wiping up the mess with exaggerated, almost theatrical motions.

"What about Dino?" Dino chirped eagerly. "It's a cool name!"

"Or Dino the Second!" Sunoo added, flashing a grin that could only mean trouble.

Jihoon sighed dramatically. "Why are you both like this?"

"They're your kids," Jisoo muttered, narrowing his eyes at Jihoon like it was his fault the two of them existed. "This is your fault."

Every weekend, Jeonghan and Seungcheol would waltz into the house like it was their personal show, bringing with them the whirlwind that was their now 2-year-old, Soobin. Their dynamic was a mix of Jeonghan's overbearing older-brother instincts and Seungcheol's earnest, peacekeeping efforts, but more often than not, it just created a battlefield of chaotic proportions.

Soobin, despite being just two years old, had somehow already mastered the art of causing utter mayhem. One weekend, he managed to climb onto Jisoo's lap as he was sitting on the couch, much to Jisoo's annoyance.

"Soobin, get off," Jisoo said, trying to push the little boy off his swollen belly, but Soobin, undeterred, dug his knees in deeper.

"But baby!" Soobin exclaimed, eyes wide as he pointed to Jisoo's stomach like he'd just discovered a new planet.

"Yes, there's a baby in there, but you're squishing it," Jisoo huffed, giving up on trying to physically remove him.

Jeonghan, sitting across the room, grinned like a mischievous uncle watching his prey. "He's preparing you for what's to come."

Jisoo shot him a glare so venomous, it could've burned through the walls. "If you don't get your child off me in three seconds, I'm going to throw something at you. Maybe a pillow or even Soobin."

Seungcheol swooped in at lightning speed, scooping Soobin off Jisoo like a firefighter saving a kitten. "Alright, buddy, go destroy something else," he said, clearly relieved to have avoided any further bloodshed.

"Smart move," Seokmin whispered to Seungcheol, who nodded, as if he'd just defused a bomb.

When Jisoo felt like his feet were so swollen that they looked like they belonged to a cartoon character, and his mood was as volatile as a volcano ready to erupt, Soonyoung made the ultimate mistake: he asked if Jisoo was really sure he wanted more ice cream.

"I just walked halfway across the house to get the ice cream you brought, and now you're asking if I'm sure?!" Jisoo snapped, his patience gone in a puff of smoke.

Soonyoung froze, wide-eyed, as if Jisoo had just shouted "fire" in a crowded theater. "Nope, you're absolutely right. Ice cream is the answer to everything," he said, backpedaling like his life depended on it.

Jihoon, unfazed by the sudden eruption, handed Jisoo the tub of ice cream with an air of someone who had seen this storm brewing for weeks. "Here. Eat before you actually combust," he said dryly.

Seokmin, ever the doting partner, wasn't spared either. When he suggested that Jisoo should drink more water instead of having another slice of cake, Jisoo shot him a death glare so intense, it sent Seokmin running to the kitchen to retrieve the cake like he was trying to outrun a tsunami.

"I don't know why you even try," Jihoon remarked, smirking at Seokmin's defeated expression.

Seokmin just shook his head in exasperation, returning with a slice of cake that Jisoo accepted with a smug smile.