➢ Title: Frosting 

➢ Pairing: Chen/Jongdae x Reader 

➢ Genre: Fluff

➢ Word Count: 620

Frosting fell to the floor as your cursed, it was your best friend, Jongdae’s birthday and you attempting to make cupcakes before he arrived at your shared apartment, but by the frosting now on the floor and deformed cupcakes in the pan clearly, things were not going as planned.

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Happy 26th birthday, Kim Jongdae!  
Happy birthday to one of the most charismatic, hard-working, and talented artists, EXO’s main vocalist, Kim Jongdae! Your voice and your smile are my source of strength, my happiness, and my pride. Listening to you sing has never failed to help me go on, as if you were by my side, as if you took my hand and walked with me. When you’re tired and hurting, I hope my love, EXO-L’s love, will be your source of strength too. We’ll walk with you down this path and face it all together. Thank you for your love for EXO and EXO-L and for the passion you put into everything you do!
Happy birthday, Kim Jongdae! ✧ 21st of September 2018

EXO / The morning after

Request: can you make exo’s version of the after hot night?

GOT7 version is here

Warnings: sexual themes


Originally posted by minniedeer

He woke up first and just watched you for a while, taking in your sleeping features and unconsciously smiling to himself. Lazily, he brushed his fingers down your sides, feeling the softness of your skin. As soon as he heard you sigh in content at the feeling of him softly touching you, he realized you weren’t in a deep state of slumber like he had previously thought.

A few moments later, your eyes fluttered open to meet Minseok’s smiling ones. You blinked a few times to adjust to the light in the room, and gave him a smile, too.

“Hi,” he said.

Unable to form words yet, you just sighed as a response, making Minseok smile even wider.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his hand draped over your waist now.

You nodded. “I wish I could keep sleeping, though.”

“Nothing’s stopping you,” Minseok replied, leaning closer to you to press a kiss to your forehead. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“No,” you said. “I just want to lie here with you forever.”

He laughed at this, pulling your body closer to his until he could feel your skin touching his. “Well, your wish is my command. You know that.”

You hummed at this. “Not what you said last night.”

“Okay, okay,” Minseok laughed again. “I like hearing you beg for certain things. But you’ll never have to beg to be with me. I’m always yours.”


Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Junmyeon made sure every morning after a night spent together ended with you being absolutely spoiled. Even if you were dating for a while and spent nearly every night together, you still woke up every morning to the sound of Junmyeon working on breakfast in the kitchen.

After stretching for a while, you placed your feet on the floor, standing up slowly, wanting to see how sore you were. Surprisingly, you were mostly okay, so you headed to the kitchen to greet your boyfriend who was humming along to a song in his head as he cooked breakfast.

“Morning,” you said as a way to announce your presence.

Junmyeon turned around, a wide smile on his face just at the sound of your voice. Like he always did, he looked over your silky robe – the one he got you a few months ago – and shook his head to himself.

“How do you manage to look more beautiful every morning?” he asked, indicating for you to come closer so he could give you a kiss without burning any of the food.

You didn’t reply and instead smiled as you walked closer to him, allowing him to connect your lips in a sweet kiss that ended too soon and left you pouting. This caused Junmyeon to laugh.

“Don’t pout, beautiful,” he told you, still smiling. “You need to eat. We’ll have plenty of time to kiss later.”

You sighed in content, leaning against the cupboard next to him so you could watch him cook. “What are you making?”

“Your favorite,” he replied, looking away from the stove to watch a smile spread across your face. “I would’ve brought it to bed for you but you woke up earlier than I expected.”

“I debated staying in bed,” you admitted. “But I wanted to see you too much.”

His smile widened. “I’m glad you came. Because I’ve already missed you. Now come on, sit down at the table. Let’s eat and go back to bed so I can kiss you again.”


Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Yixing, the king of aftercare, made sure you got enough sleep, even if it meant you woke up in the afternoon after having stayed up for the majority of the night. None of you minded that, though. He was often busy so whenever the two of you actually hung out, you treasured every moment.

“Morning, love,” Yixing mumbled sleepily when he saw you slowly open your eyes.

“Hmm,” was all you could reply with due to the sleep still clouding your mind. Yixing smiled at this, however, a dimple appearing on his cheek, and all of your sleep was gone in a second. “You look really good in the morning.”

Yixing laughed. “You stole my line.”

You smiled, enjoying this idyllic morning as the two of you had nothing else on your minds but each other. You just watched each other’s eyes, both of you seemingly reading what was on the other’s mind.

After almost an hour of these mute love confessions, both of you headed to the shower. Nothing sexual ever happened in the shower the morning after you spent a night together, and yet you’d say the shower was as much fun as the night itself.

Yixing’s hands were in your hair as he washed it, softly caressing each and every strand of your hair. You were sure hairdressers never paid as much precision to your hair as Yixing did. You heard him inhale deeply when your apple scented shampoo ran down your hair.

“I’m taking this shampoo on tour with me,” he leaned closer to you to whisper. “It smells so much like you.”

You laughed at this. “Okay, that’s fair, since I’ll be forcing you to leave your hoodies with me so I can have something that reminds me of you.”

He was standing behind you so you didn’t see his wide smile, but you felt the way his hands fell down to your shoulders until he was hugging you from behind and leaning his head against yours. “I love you, Y/n. I want to wake up like this every morning.”


Originally posted by baehkkyun

You weren’t even close to waking up when you felt chaste kisses on your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck. Moaning a little – not really because the pleasurable feeling of your boyfriend’s lips on your skin, but perhaps because of the fact that you were forced to wake up – you tried to turn on your back, but found it impossible because Baekhyun was laying halfway on top of you.

“Good morning,” he hummed against your neck, kissing it again before continuing, “You look so beautiful when you sleep, I couldn’t resist.”

“You don’t respect my sleep schedule,” you mumbled, biting your lip when you felt him suck on a spot where your neck met your shoulder.

“You don’t respect my needs,” Baekhyun replied and although you still had your eyes closed, you could tell he smirked. “Look at me, baby.”

Deciding to tease him as payback for waking you up, you shook your head. “I’m still sleeping.”

His kisses grew rougher after that and you had to bite your lip so hard you nearly drew blood. Especially when his lips found the sweet spot on your neck, almost causing you to moan out loud.

“Come on, baby,” Baekhyun encouraged, brushing his tongue over the freshly made mark on your neck to soothe the stinging pain caused by his teeth digging into your skin. “Open your eyes so I can see how good I’m making you feel.”

Still fighting it, you shook your head. “You’re going to have to try harder.”

Always up for a challenge, Baekhyun chuckled at this, removing himself from you so he could throw the sheet away from the two of you and reveal your bare body to him.

“Oh, I’m going to try harder,” he told you as you felt his fingers slide down your hips and over your thigh. “But fair warning, you’re going to be begging for me by the time I’m done.”

Still not opening your eyes, you smiled a little. “Challenge accepted.”


Originally posted by thevivitoyoursehun

Always energetic, Jongdae woke up before you did and carefully, trying not to wake you up, sneaked out of the bed to take a quick shower before he planned to make breakfast for you. He was in the mood to spend the whole day cuddling in bed with you, so he hurried to get everything done before you woke up.

However, you stirred as soon as he closed the door of the bedroom. Turning around in bed a few more times, you realized you wouldn’t fall asleep now that Jongdae was gone and sighed before sitting up and looking around.

“Dae?” you called out, clearing your throat to get rid of the morning voice. “Where are you?”

No response came, so you carefully stood up from the bed, ignoring the soreness in your thighs and – after quickly putting Jongdae’s shirt on – slowly made your way out of the bedroom.

“Dae?” you called out again in the hallway but then heard the water running in the bathroom nearby.

Automatically, you reached for the bathroom door, opening it just slightly. “Dae? Are you in there?”

Jongdae, surprised and disappointed that you woke up earlier than he planned, opened the door of the shower, carefully moving the shower head so no water would reach the bathroom tiles. “Yeah, Y/n. Come in.”

A little shyly, you entered the bathroom, instantly feeling the dampness of the room, as well as noticing the mist covering the inside of the shower where Jongdae was standing, watching you through the gap he made by opening the door of the shower cabin. Droplets of water from his hair fell down his face and landed on the bathroom floor and frankly, you found this sight to be so captivating, you wanted to keep it in your mind forever.

“I was hoping you’d sleep a little longer, so I could make breakfast in bed for you,” Jongdae admitted. “But now I’m thinking this is even better.”

Before you understood what he meant, he took your hand, pulling you closer to the shower cabin.

“As much as I love when you wear my clothes, this is not the right place for it,” he said, opening the door of the cabin wider so he could pull the shirt off of you and then, pull you into the shower with him.

You yelped a little when you felt the cold water hit your bare skin but Jongdae’s warm smile as he checked you out, shaking his head to himself, made you ignore the shivers that ran down your spine.

“I’m the luckiest person in the world,” he said, removing the shower head and turning the faucet a little, so the water would be warmer, before carefully spraying your body with it, starting from your neck and down to your legs. “This has to be our new tradition.”

You laughed a little, allowing him to make sure no spot on your skin was left dry. “You mean taking showers together?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “Technically, we’re saving water. And… there’s no need to wash up after.”

“After what?” you asked cluelessly.

Smirking at this, Jongdae leaned in to connect your lips, answering every question and proving that taking showers together might be the best tradition the two of you had.


Originally posted by blondejongin

Chanyeol woke up before you did because he had to go to rehearsals first thing in the morning. And, although he loved his work and waking up was rarely a problem – especially since it wasn’t that early – he still struggled to climb out of bed because of how beautiful you looked sleeping next to him.

Quietly, not wanting to wake you up, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and took a sneaky picture of you sleeping. Seeing it instantly brought a smile to his face and made it a little easier for him to finally get ready to leave.

Once he was showered and dressed, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and pulled back as soon as he heard you hum in content. He smiled at the sight of your sleeping features once again and took the few painful steps to the door of the bedroom.

You woke up an hour later to an empty bed. When you grabbed your phone to check the time, you noticed the amount of text messages Chanyeol had sent you while you were sleeping.

           CHANYEOL: It’s so hard to leave you

           CHANYEOL: I’m not even out the door yet and I already miss you

           CHANYEOL: Look

           CHANYEOL sent a picture.

           CHANYEOL: I took this of you this morning so I could carry you with me wherever I go

           CHANYEOL: You’re so beautiful

           CHANYEOL: I love you

           CHANYEOL: I’ll be over later tonight. What food should I bring?

 Smiling as you read the words on your screen, you typed in your response.

            Y/N: I miss you too. Just bring yourself tonight, x

No sooner than you sent the text, your phone lit up with an incoming call. You almost laughed when you read your boyfriend’s name as the caller’s ID.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi. I love you,” Chanyeol said on the other end. “Did you wake up?”

“Yeah, a few minutes ago,” you replied. “Thank you for the texts. No thank you for the picture.”

Chanyeol laughed. “Shut up, it’s my new screensaver. Maybe it won’t suck to leave you each morning if I have you by my side at all times.”

This caused your heart to start beating faster as a smile spread across your face. “Love you.”

“I love you more,” Chanyeol replied. “I’ll be back tonight. Wait for me.”


Originally posted by exoistheuniverse

Kyungsoo was the absolute ray of sunshine whenever he got laid. You kept joking that he acted like a prepubescent boy after watching porn for the first time, and Kyungsoo wasn’t even denying it. He was a goofy ball of playfulness every morning after waking up next to you.

“I’m just happy to have you,” he told you as the two of you lied in bed, just enjoying each other’s company. “Literally.”

You hit his shoulder, making him laugh.

“You know, when I first met you,” you said. “I never thought you’d be making sex jokes left, right, and center.”

“I could have you left, right, and center.”

You groaned. “This one wasn’t that good.”

“Not what you said last night.”

You groaned even louder. “You make me wonder why I’m dating you sometimes.”

“Should I remind you?” he asked, moving closer to you and wiggling his eyebrows in a way that made you laugh loudly and push him off of you. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“You make it hard not to!”

“You make me hard.”

“Kyungsoo, for God’s sake,” you said. “Be serious for one second.”

“One second. Okay,” he said, clearing his throat and glaring at the wall in front of him, his lips in a straight line. “So. Global warming, huh?”

You sighed, defeated. “You’re impossible.”

He laughed, unable to stay serious for too long when it came to annoying you. “Maybe so. You still love me, though.”

“Maybe your weirdness is why I love you,” you wondered. “You’re not really like that when we’re out with other people.”

“Other people don’t deserve to see the real me,” Kyungsoo said, and you had a feeling he wasn’t joking anymore. “It’s just you who makes the best side of me come out.”


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

The two of you usually spent your free time in bed, ordering take-out and then playing rock-paper-scissors to see which one would have to leave the warmth of the bed and open the door when the delivery got here. This time, however, you decided to get out of bed and actually cook something for your boyfriend while he still slept since he’s been away and hasn’t had the chance to eat any homemade food in a long time.

Walking was difficult but you managed to make your way into the kitchen, grabbing Jongin’s black shirt on the way. You put it on, not bothering to button it all the way down, and grabbed your earphones to listen to some music while you cooked.

You opened the fridge, got the necessary ingredients out and began to chop the vegetables, quietly singing along to the song that played in your earphones. You moved your hips to the rhythm, not having the slightest clue that Jongin had already woken up and went out to find you. As soon as he heard your soft singing, he headed to the kitchen, stopping by the door when he saw you dancing slowly in his shirt.

The sight if you did things to him and he couldn’t stay away from you. It was seconds before he approached you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, causing you to jump up in shock.

“Jesus Christ!” you gasped, almost dropping the knife. “Don’t do that! I could have stabbed you!”

Jongin laughed lowly against your neck. “Sorry. You looked really good. I wanted to touch you.”

You felt his hands slide under the shirt that you were wearing, caressing your thighs and causing you to exhale deeply.

“I’m making breakfast,” you said. “For you.”

“I’d rather eat something else,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your neck. “If you know what I mean.”

Your face heated up as much as your stomach did when Jongin’s hand brushed against your inner thigh.

“Come back to bed,” he whispered. “We’ll get real food later.”


Originally posted by lawlliets

Praise was one of the most important things for Sehun when it came to sex, but the biggest compliment to his ego was seeing you struggle to get out of bed the next morning. He felt sorry and wanted to help you, but he was also lowkey proud for being so good to you last night that you couldn’t even walk this morning.

“I know that you’re smirking,” you said, trying to stand from the bed even though your legs weren’t listening to you.

“I’m not,” Sehun said but you felt the subtle cockiness in his voice. “Should I carry you to the bathroom?”

“No, I can do this,” you replied, not letting him win this, and finally managing to stand on your feet.

Walking was a different story. You had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t moan in pain as the soreness between your thighs intensified with every step you took.

“Don’t torture yourself like that,” Sehun said, getting up from the bed. “Come on, I’ll run you a bath.”

You weren’t going to deny that. You weren’t going to deny his hand that sneaked around your waist and helped you walk to the bathroom, either.

“Was I too rough on you?” he asked, as he carefully sat you down on the edge of the bathtub and started the water. “Should I have—”

“No, you were great,” you said, sighing. “It’s your huge smirk when you saw that I couldn’t walk that annoyed me.”

“What can I say,” Sehun said, turning around to look at you, the cocky grin back on his face.

“Don’t say anything,” you stopped him before he could finish the sentence.

Sehun laughed at this. “Come on, where are those bath bombs that you like? I’ll throw them in and you can climb into the tub. I’ll show you that I can be soft, too.”

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EXO / Mafia AU - They find out their S/O is pregnant

Request: Can I request an EXO mafia au where their wife finds out she’s pregnant (she’s happy about it) and he starts to get worried because she’s acting a little different but really she’s just nervous and excited to tell him and what his reaction is to knowing.

ahh it’s been so long since i wrote about exo, i missed this

WARNING: some mentions of violence



Originally posted by unfyixing

As you watched the pregnancy test in your hand, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. I mean, it’s not like you’ve gone out of your way to stay safe, but you were surely not expecting to get pregnant, either. Tears started to form in your eyes for some reason. You weren’t sure if those tears were sad or happy yet.

“Y/n?” Minseok’s voice on the other side of the bathroom door startled you and you almost dropped the pregnancy test into the toilet. “Are you alright? You’ve been in there for a while.”

A million thoughts flashed through your mind at once. Should you tell him? What will he say? What if he—

“Y/n?” Minseok called out again and you heard him hit the door with something heavy, presumably his shoulder. “I’ll break the door down if you don’t answer.”

Of course he’ll break the door down.

Sniffling and brushing the tears away from your eyes as quickly as you could, you unlocked the door, not wanting to have to deal with the consequences of a broken door.

Minseok noticed that something was definitely wrong as soon as his eyes met yours. “Are you crying? What happened?”

Instead of saying anything, you just extended the pregnancy test to him. Confused, Minseok grabbed the stick from you, looking at the two lines in confusion.

“W-what is this?” he asked, looking at you again. “What does this mean?”

You took a deep breath before answering him. “It means that I’m pregnant.”

Minseok just watched you for a moment, not blinking, not breathing, and not thinking.

“W-we’re having a child?” he asked after a good minute.

“I don’t know,” you said, feeling the tears return at the sight of his unreadable reaction. “These tests aren’t always reliable and—”

“I’m calling the hospital,” Minseok said, interrupting you and basically running down the hallway to his bedroom where he had left his phone in.

“Minseok, you—wait, it’s Sunday!” you called after him. “My doctor isn’t working on—”

“I’ll make him work,” Minseok yelled back from his room. “We’re finding out if we’re going to be parents today.”

Panicking again, you followed him to his room.

“Okay,” you said, nervously. You needed to find out his thoughts on your possible pregnancy. “What if we are?”

“If we are,” Minseok said, slowly, while he dialed the number of the hospital. “Then I’m putting you on bedrest for nine months and making sure every single person in this house treats the mother of my child like a queen.”


Originally posted by yixingsosweet

As soon as your doctor confirmed that you were pregnant after you consulted him because of your nausea, you felt like you were going to faint. You had thought you’d just eaten something and the missing period could have been explained by the stress you’ve been feeling lately. Somehow, as you now realized, you used every possible explanation for your symptoms, but pregnancy. There was no way you could have been pregnant. And yet, you were.

“Mum,” you said into the phone as you walked out of the doctor’s office. “The doctor told me something serious. No, no! It’s not that. I’m… I’m pregnant. I haven’t told—”

“You’re pregnant?” Junmyeon’s voice startled you so much, you dropped your phone from your hands.

Staring at him outside of your doctor’s room, you felt fear mix with anxiety in your stomach. You were speechless as you watched Junmyeon pick your phone up. It hadn’t broken, but it turned off.

“Y/n,” Junmyeon said, handing the phone to you. “Is that true?”

“W-why are you here?” you asked, taking the phone from his hands, but before you could move your hand away, Junmyeon grabbed it in his.

“I found out that you weren’t feeling well and went to see a doctor, so I came here to be there for you,” Junmyeon explained and then swallowed deeply. “Are you really pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you replied, looking down, feeling guilty for some reason. “The doctor just told me.”

Junmyeon squeezed your hand and used his other hand to lift your chin up to get you to look up at him again.

“Why do you sound sad about that?” he asked you. “That’s great, isn’t it?”

“I-it is?” you asked. “I mean, we weren’t really planning that… I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“You were afraid of my reaction?” Junmyeon asked, surprise evident in his voice. “Y/n, what are you talking about? How else would I react? I’m ecstatic. We’re expecting a child. A child, Y/n! Our child!”

The wide smile on his face caused you to smile back. “We are. We’re going to have a child.”

Pulling you closer by the hand that he was holding, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. As you hugged him back, you felt something in the pocket of his leather jacket hitting your hip.

“Junmyeon…” you whispered. “Did you bring a gun to the hospital?”

“Oh,” Junmyeon said, pulling away from you slightly. “Yeah. Just a precaution in case someone decided to give you trouble here. Like an angry nurse, or something. But… I guess I should start carrying two guns now, huh? One for the protection of you, and another one for our future child.”


Originally posted by xingslove

You’ve always loved kids, so when you found out that you were actually having one of your own, you were over the moon about it. The only problem was the fact that Yixing was working out of town and you didn’t want to give him this news over the phone. You wanted to see his reaction and find out if he was as excited as you were.

The longer you waited for him to come home, though, the more you started to worry. There was the possibility that he could have thought that now was not the time to have a child. Perhaps he thought he was too busy. Perhaps he never even wanted to have children with you. It wasn’t like the two of you discussed starting a family, you just enjoyed each other’s company, and that was it.

This fear that Yixing was going to react to your pregnancy in a negative way caused you to react irrationally. Instead of telling him right away once he returned home, you pretended that nothing happened, deciding to drag this on for as long as possible. Maybe in the meantime, he’d give you a hint about wanting children.

One evening, the two of you were strolling down a park because you weren’t feeling well and Yixing insisted you needed to get some fresh air. But he refused to let you go alone.

As you walked past a playground, a few children jumped off the swing and towards their mothers. You watched them with a smile on your face and Yixing was quick to notice that.

“That’s really inappropriate of those mothers,” he commented then. “It’s eight o’clock. These kids should be in bed.”

You whipped your head around to look at him and considered your next words very carefully. “You sound like you’d be a strict father.”

“Well, of course,” Yixing said. “I’d want my kids to be well-behaved. They’re the representation of me, after all.”

Your heart was beating really fast all of a sudden. You stopped walking. Yixing looked at you, concern in his eyes.

“Is everything—” he started to ask but you cut him off.

“Yixing,” you started. “What if I told you that you might have a chance to put yourself in the position of a father?”

He frowned in confusion. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I’m…” you hesitated, biting your lip. “I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Yixing repeated, his shock turning into excitement within seconds. “Are you serious? Please tell me you are. You can’t be joking with me like that.”

“I-I’m serious.”

“Oh, my God!” he was basically yelling now, as he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. “How long have you known? Is this why you weren’t feeling well? Oh, God, are you taking any vitamins? Have you seen a doctor?”

You laughed at the amount of questions he fired in just a few seconds. “I’m fine, Yixing. I’ve known for… for a few weeks now.”

“You can explain to me why you didn’t tell me right away when we get home,” Yixing was now pulling you back towards the house. “There’s a lot of car fumes here. It’s unsafe for you and the baby.”

“I thought we went out for fresh air.”

“There’s fresh air inside,” he said. “And much less danger, too. Actually, shouldn’t you be resting? It’s already eight.”

You groaned realizing that not only was he going to be a strict father for his children, but he was going to be strictly watching over you, too.


Originally posted by exo-stentialism

You’ve known for a while. You’ve just never seen Baekhyun long enough to have this serious conversation with him. He was out working on the field nearly every day and whenever he returned home, you were already sleeping.

This went on for weeks. The fact that he still didn’t know about your pregnancy even though you found out about this nearly a month ago was slowly starting to drive you insane. Not only that, but it was also dimming your excitement about the birth of your child. The fact that Baekhyun was barely around – because he was busy shooting people – made you realize that you might be the only constant figure in your child’s life.

Finally, when Baekhyun had a day off, he insisted the two of you went out for dinner because you haven’t done that in so long. He took you to your favorite restaurant and as the waiter arrived to take your order, Baekhyun – wanting to show off – cited your entire order from memory.

“Actually, no,” you said. “I’d like to have a look at the menu if that’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all,” the waiter replied, disappearing for a moment to get the menus.

Baekhyun frowned at you. “What’s that about? You always order the same thing here.”

“Yeah, maybe my taste changed,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“How come?” Baekhyun asked.

“Maybe because I’m pregnant.”

“Maybe because you’re—what?” Baekhyun watched you, various calculations running through his head. “Are you saying you think you’re pregnant?”

“I don’t think,” you said. “I know I’m pregnant.”

Baekhyun was left speechless. He saw the waiter come back with the menus through his peripheral vision, and he glared at the poor guy, making him nod in response and turn around, choosing to come back to your table later.

“You’re pregnant?” Baekhyun said, a little quieter. He reached for your hand over the table, but you moved it before he could take it. “W-what’s wrong?”

“I’ve known this for more than a month,” you said. “You’ve barely been around. Actually, you were never around. Whenever you leave for work, I never know if you’ll come back. I wouldn’t even know if you’re dead because you come home and leave again while I’m still asleep. I don’t want the first thing our child hears is the news that his father is dead.”

This was a lot for Baekhyun to take in. You realized, you probably shouldn’t have told him all of this at once, but the feelings were bottling up inside of you and they finally exploded. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

As you watched distress descend on Baekhyun’s face, you realized tears were forming in your eyes.

“Y/n,” Baekhyun said, standing up from the chair opposite you and walking around the table to wrap his arms around you. “I would never put myself in danger like that. I would never miss seeing our child grow up.”

“But your job, Baekhyun…”

“I know,” Baekhyun said, pulling away from you and squatting in front of you instead. “I can promise you, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I’m around you every day. My job won’t get in front of that. I promise you, I’d never leave you or… our child. Or children. However many we have in the future.”


Originally posted by kiimjongbae

Jongdae loved you more than life itself, so he went out of his way to protect you from everything. Even things he had no power over – like the nausea that woke you up three nights in a row.

“Babe, are you sure you didn’t eat anything bad?” Jongdae asked as he held your hair back while you were still heaving and holding onto the toilet bowl. “Maybe it was the—”

“I didn’t, Dae,” you said. “You didn’t have to wake up with me.”

“But of course I did,” Jongdae said, leaning down to brush a few hair strands from your face. “I need to make sure you’re okay.”

You sat down on the cold bathroom floor after a moment. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

His heart broke as he heard the sadness and fear in your voice. Next thing he did, was call the hospital, not caring that it was 4am. You were sure he threatened a few doctors because when you got to the hospital an hour later, the doctors were incredibly nice to you, and refused to look Jongdae in the eye.

A few more hours later, the doctor invited you back into his office, letting you know that the results showed that you weren’t sick at all. Both you and Jongdae breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor continued, however, and told you that your nausea was actually caused by pregnancy.

You froze, not believing what you were hearing. “I-I’m pregnant?”

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed. “For a few months already. I’m surprised you didn’t notice earlier.”

“I have an irregular cycle,” you said. “I thought I was just stressed or something, and—”

“So, what do we do now?” Jongdae asked the doctor and you felt his grip on your hand tighten. “Do we need to be taking any special precautions?”

“No, not really,” the doctor replied, watching you instead of Jongdae. “Just rest well, don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated. If you have any questions, you can, uh, call me anytime.”

Jongdae surely took that advice seriously, preparing to get the doctor out of bed everytime he was afraid for your health. You thanked the doctor and apologized for the inconvenience before exiting his office into the empty hallway.

“Dae, we should—”

Your words got stuck in your throat because as soon as you opened your mouth, Jongdae wrapped his arms around you in a surprise-hug that nearly knocked you off your feet.

“You’re okay,” he said. “Actually, you’re more than okay. You’re pregnant.”

“Y-yeah, I am,” you said, hugging him back. “Are you excited?”

“Are you kidding?” Jongdae replied, hugging you tighter and then retreating all of a sudden. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I squeeze you too hard? What if I did something to the baby? I should learn to be more careful. Oh, God, and remember that broken chair we have in our house? What if you hurt yourself with it? I’m going to have to look around the whole house to make sure—”

“Dae,” you said, laughing. “Don’t get ahead of yourself now. We’ll be fine. How about we just stay excited for a few more minutes?”

Jongdae smiling, noticing the joy in your eyes, and carefully wrapped his arms around you again. “We’ll stay excited for the rest of our lives, my love.”


Originally posted by royalyeol

Chanyeol actually didn’t even find out from you. He found out from his mother, who was the one who found you throwing up in the bathroom and suggested that perhaps you were pregnant. She went out to get you a pregnancy test and stayed with you while you waited to find out the truth.

After the two stripes lit up, you asked her not to tell Chanyeol and promised to tell him tonight, but then you ended up feeling really sick again and fell asleep before he returned home from a meeting with some businessmen.

When you woke up the next morning, Chanyeol was no longer in bed. Smiling because you realized today would be the day you’d tell him the news, you got out of bed. But before you could take a single step, the door of the bedroom flew open and a distraught Chanyeol burst inside, falling to his knees in front of you as you watched him in shock.

“Chanyeol, what—”

He grabbed your hand into his, watching you for a moment before speaking. “Are you really pregnant?”

Your stomach sunk. “W-who told you?”

“My mum just congratulated me with tears in her eyes,” Chanyeol said. “Is that true?”

“Yes,” you said. “I asked her not to tell you but I guess she thought I already had.”

“God,” Chanyeol breathed, bringing both of your hands to his lips to place quick kisses on your knuckles. “I can’t believe this.”

Having a hard time understanding what his reaction was, you leaned down until you were kneeling in front of him, too, so now you were sort of the same height.

“We’re going to have a child,” Chanyeol said, tears glistening in his eyes. “You and I. We’ll be parents. Parents of a tiny human. Our tiny human.”

You laughed at this, still surprised to see Chanyeol – the man who controlled guns better than anyone you’ve ever known – getting so emotional.

“Are you happy?” you asked him, quietly.

“I’m more than happy, Y/n,” he said, pulling you closer to him, so he could give you a hug. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” you asked, laughing again. “It’s not just me who’s responsible for this, you know.”

“I know,” Chanyeol nodded, placing his chin on your shoulder afterwards. “But you’re the only person I’ve ever imagined a future with. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted a family with. I love you so much. Thank you for allowing me to share this experience with you.”


Originally posted by exoistheuniverse

Kyungsoo sort of had his suspicions. He saw you get nauseated every morning. He noticed you’ve started to eat weird variations of food. He also noticed that you got tired after the slightest physical activity. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that all of these were symptoms of pregnancy.

Kyungsoo didn’t want to get ahead of himself, though, so he waited.

Meanwhile, you thought Kyungsoo was clueless and you tried to come up with a way to tell him that you were pregnant. You were excited about that but you were also nervous. You’ve never had to tell anyone news like this before, and you weren’t sure what words to use or how to even start that conversation.

“Soo?” you called out for him one morning.

“In here!” he replied from the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, you started to make your way over there, practicing the speech you had prepared in your head.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, once you saw Kyungsoo cutting some vegetables with his back turned to you. “I’ve been trying to find the right way to say this for a long time and I figure the best way would be to just tell you, so here goes. I’m—”

“You’re pregnant, right?” Kyungsoo interrupted you, turning around so he could look at you.

You frowned. “How did you know?”

Kyungsoo smiled. “So, you are?”

Awkwardly, you nodded.

“I knew it,” he said, leaning against the counter separating the two of you. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to tell me.”

“I-I didn’t know how,” you admitted. “I’ve obviously never been in a situation like this before.”

“Me neither,” Kyungsoo said. “In all honesty, I’m not even sure what the purpose of babies is or how we’re supposed to raise one. Children are not my specialty. But I’m willing to learn.”

“You are?” you asked, a smile spreading across your face.

“Of course,” Kyungsoo nodded. “When our child grows up, I’ll teach him – or her – how to ride a bike. How to hold a gun. How to—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, waving your hand. “You’re not giving our child a gun, Soo.”

“I’m not?”


“But it’s my child, too,” Kyungsoo said, “And that means that he or she will inherit all of this,” he gestured around the kitchen and you instinctively looked around. “I don’t mean this literally. I mean my job. The leading position in the Mafia.”

“Okay, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you said, swallowing. You were already shivering just at the thought of your future child putting himself in danger because that was what Kyungsoo wanted the child to do. “How about you tell me how you’ll teach our child to ride a bike in the meantime.”


Originally posted by sincerelywithheart

Jongin has mentioned once or twice before how he had thought about having children with you, though the two of you never specifically tried to have any. However, when you found out that you were in fact already pregnant, you had to cover your mouth with your hand so you wouldn’t scream out in joy.

“Jongin!” you called out immediately.

Jongin was startled by your screech. Thinking that something happened to you, he grabbed his gun, and almost broke down the door of your bedroom.

“Y/n!” he shouted. “What happened?!”

“I’m—why do you have that thing?” you asked, turning around to face him and noticing the pistol in his hands.

Jongin lowered the gun once he saw that it was just you in the room. “I thought something happened. Why did you call my name?”

“Because I have something to tell you,” you said, frowning. “Not because I’m being killed.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know?” he asked, putting the gun into the back of his pants. “So, what is it?”

Sighing because this whole thing caused you to forget what you wanted to say, you sat down on the bed, patting the bed next to you, so he’d sit down. He did.

“Okay, so the thing is…” you started awkwardly. “I just found out about ten minutes ago that I’m… well, you know what happens when—ugh, no, that’s stupid. Um…”

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Jongin asked, a confused expression on his face. “You’re not making any sense.”

“Okay, sorry,” you said and then took a deep breath. “So, I’m kind of pregnant.”

“K-kind of?” Jongin asked, his eyes widening in surprise. “You mean—we’re going to have a—are you serious?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I just took a test.”

“Oh my God!” he jumped off the bed. “That’s great news! That’s incredible news! We’ve talked about this before, haven’t we? I mean, I didn’t expect this day to come so soon, but I’m so glad it did!”

“Really?” you asked, feeling the way his excitement erased every remaining ounce of worry you may have had.

“Yeah!” Jongin nodded enthusiastically. “This is, like, my dream. You, me, and our child… Can you just imagine how beautiful it’s going to be? Oh God, I already love it and it’s not even born yet.”

You laughed at this. “I was a little nervous, to be honest.”

“Why would you be nervous?” Jongin asked.

“Well, we’ve only ever talked about having children in the future and… it’s kind of happening right now.”

“Y/n, don’t be ridiculous,” he said, sitting back down on the bed again. “This day is the best day of my life, and trust me, I’ve had some incredible days in the past. You would know, you were a part of all of them. You have nothing to be nervous about. Our future is going to be fantastic, I know it. And it’s even better that we started our family sooner rather than later. This way I’ll have more time to teach my child how to live life so they end up experiencing this exact amount of joy I’m feeling right now every day of their lives.”


Originally posted by sehyeols

You were all over the place ever since you found out you were pregnant. You couldn’t find a way to tell Sehun and it was killing you. You weren’t sure if you were afraid of his reaction or just simply nervous about telling him.

He found you pacing when he returned from a job one night. You hadn’t even heard him come in, which he used to his advantage. He quickly sneaked into the bathroom to wash the blood from his shirt. The guy he had to kill stood a little too close to him and ended up splashing blood all over his clothes.

Blood was harder to remove that he thought, though, so he ended up taking the shirt off and returning to the bedroom to find you still walking back and forth, lost in your own world.

“Y/n,” he said softly. “I’m home. Are you okay?”

You stopped pacing when you heard his voice and turned to look at him, instantly forgetting everything you’ve been thinking about as soon as you saw his shirtless body in front of you.

“I—yeah,” you said, blinking to return your mind to what was important. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, for starters, you’ve been pacing,” he said, making his way closer to you and extending his hand to your neck. “And, your shirt is inside out.”

You looked down to see the label of your shirt in his hand.

“Oh,” you said. “I must have not noticed that when I was putting it on.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sehun asked again. “You seem really off.”

Deciding that it’d be better if you told him everything now rather than waited more, you sat down on the bed and swallowed.

“I need to talk to you about something,” you said, feeling how dry your throat was all of a sudden.

“Okay,” Sehun said, frowning. “Now you’re really scaring me. What’s up?”

You took a deep breath and then, feeling as if you were confessing a sin at church, finally told him the truth. “I’m pregnant.”

Sehun gasped and remained quiet. You weren’t sure how to understand this reaction, so you turned your head to look at him in time to see him run towards you and kneel in front of you.

“Baby,” he said, taking your face into his hands. “You’re really pregnant?”

You nodded, unable to answer verbally.

“Oh, I’m so glad,” he said, exhaling deeply. “I thought something had happened to you. But you’re just—wait. You’re pregnant? Oh God, you’re pregnant!”

Sehun went through all kinds of emotions in the span of just five seconds and fear returned to your stomach.

“Are you mad?” you asked quietly.

“Mad?” Sehun asked. “Why would I be mad? We’re having a child, Y/n. This is the start of our family. Why would I be mad about that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you thought we’re not ready—”

“We might not be,” he admitted. “But we will be. We still have about nine months, right? We could start those lessons for new parents, I read about them online the other night. I actually read a lot about pregnancy. Funny, it’s as if I knew already. Anyway, we’ll be okay. More than okay, actually. We’ll be perfect.