Sugar Daddy | Johnil

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Saturday was Taeil's favourite day of the week, by far.

It has always been his favourite day because it was right after a Friday. He also liked Fridays because it was a clear indication that Saturday was up next. Nothing could beat a sunny, or rainy, Saturday morning with a plate of waffles with maple syrup pooling at the top and running down the sides, a bowl of sliced fruits and a cup of fruit tea.

Not to mention after having such a filling meal, lying in a comfy and soft to the touch sofa with his back pressed into big fluffy pillows, an oversized sweater that covers everything but his legs, socks that went all the way up to his knees and a good book.

That was a good, rather, great Saturday morning for Taeil.. until he got pregnant and was now staying at Youngho's house.

Yea, the morning was the same in the sense that all of that happened with the addition of spasming of muscles bouncing off the walls of his womb.

Ever since Marshmallow decided to surprise mommy with his kicking and thumping, Taeil hasn't gotten a good break. He kicks every time Taeil finally thinks he gets a break or when he's tired and frustrated.

The other day, himself and Youngho had an argument about Taeil eating to much sour candy and Marshmallow went off like a soldier marching. It didn't hurt but he'd like to get some rest sometimes.

Speak of the depriving bastard, he just waltz into the living room in which Taeil was taking what was supposed to be a nap now.

He was smiling and that is something that Taeil is still trying to get used to but it's a welcomed working process. Taeil had scuffed at Youngho as he shifted his face away from the big bad wolf who stole his candy. It had been a few days and Taeil still isn't over it.

"Baby," Youngho called, shirtless and only a pair of loose dress pants on, small presents of a happy trail on his v line, "are you still mad?"

Taeil held his book to his chest, turning his body away from Youngho -- well attempted too but doing a poor job -- who was standing to the side of him, refusing to look a his face. That was answer enough.

Youngho chuckled, combing his fingers through his slightly damped hair and looking at a stubborn Taeil. Youngho had grown accustomed to Taeil's obstinate being and it didn't take as long as he thought it would.

There are sometimes where he'd almost yell at Taeil and was successful at doing it once, but the sight of Taeil crying made him feel like an absolute asshole. From then on, the image of Taeil crying always popped up when he knew he was being unreasonably difficult and he wanted to argue with the younger or command him to do something. 

So far, he's becoming more open minded and physically gentle with Taeil and even his family. And he liked that because he felt happy, wholesome, approachable and most importantly, he didn't feel so lonely anymore.

"Hey, you can't be mad with me." Youngho says, kneeling into the sofa before Taeil's cradled body. He got in between Taeil's exposed thighs -- with a fight -- leaning over and pressing his elbows into the armrest as he stared at the younger's face that was beginning to turn pink. 

"Are you just going to ignore me?" Youngho asked, leaning forward until his nose was brushing against Taeil's cheek. Taeil refused to fall into his trap, so he kept looking away. Deep down, Taeil knew he was being unnecessarily difficult but he was still salty because he had really needed to fuel up on some skittles or sour patch kids.

Youngho smiled and left a feather kiss to Taeil's pink cheek, who in return, softly gasped at the touch. The elder kept kissing him, running his soft lips from his cheek to his ear, the corner of his closed eye, his forehead to his nose, until it got go his lips, all while whispering, "I'm sorry, beautiful."