boonies
Summary: TVXQ gets recruited for Hello Baby. What could possibly go wrong.
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"Just one question," Changmin says during dinner. "Do you fucking hate me?"
Yunho carefully pokes his chopsticks into the fried rice. "I couldn't say no."
"WHAT," Changmin cries out, food spilling all over their couch. "HOW. YES, YOU. I. FUCK."
Guiltily, Yunho stuffs a clump of rice into his mouth to avoid answering.
With a shaky exhale, Changmin pauses, runs a hand through his hair, and turns angry eyes to Yunho.
"How the fuck," he tries, then takes a deep breath. "I don't want to."
Yunho frowns into his food.
"We'll have help," he mumbles. "It's not like they just give you a baby and a camera and lock you in an apartment for a week."
"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THEY DO," Changmin roars. "HYUNG. HYUNG, WHY."
Offended, Yunho lowers his chopsticks to the couch cushion in his lap. "It'll be fine. It's just a week. And a billion people will be with us. It's okay. Calm down."
Changmin sends his chopsticks flying at the nearest wall.
*
"I hope it's a girl," Yunho says anxiously, leaning against his side of the car.
"I hope it's a Playstation," Changmin mutters darkly, but hey, at least he's talking to Yunho again. Which he hasn't been doing for days.
Yunho rolls his eyes. "No one wants to watch you play Mario Kart for a week."
Changmin gives him a look. "But they want to watch me fight with a baby?"
Yunho's stomach flips a little.
Several tall buildings zip by before Changmin shifts and mumbles, "So how old's the kid?"
Yunho bites back a smile. "I don't know."
"Do we have to pick some shit up for it or...?"
Yunho briefly catches sight of a grocery store but by the time he blinks, they're already a block away.
"Nah, everything's set up. We just have to show up," he shrugs.
Changmin's fingers wrap tighter around the steering wheel, knuckles painfully white. "And not kill the baby."
"And not kill the baby."
*
There's basically two hours of filler.
They're ushered into a small, clean apartment, equipped with what feels like seventy thousand cameras. And then there's a parade of ahjummas, lecturing them on food safety, on diaper duties, on this and that and the other thing.
Yunho scores a perfect hundred on his baby quiz and looks up, smiling brightly.
Changmin's watching him, all dark eyes and unreadable expression.
Yunho's heart clenches.
"Your mission card," one of the PDs says, handing it to Changmin with a twinkle in his eye.
Yunho scoots closer to read.
"Pick a daily mom?" Changmin asks, scrunching up his nose.
"Boa," Yunho suggests immediately and Changmin tenses.
