Pairing: Jongyu
Word count: 650~
Rating: PG
Content warnings: Discussion of bodies and dysphoria.
“Do you ever think about being pregnant?” Jonghyun asked.
Jinki looked down at his boyfriend, who was lying with his head in Jinki’s lap, his eyes closed as sunlight filtered through the leaves of the tree above them and dappled across his face. He had plucked a bit of clover several minutes ago and had been stimming with the soft round flower ever since, rubbing it back and forth against his bottom lip until the stalk was entirely limp.
“Not if I can help it.” Jinki repressed a shudder. “My uterus isn’t ever gonna take in any tenants. At least, that’s the plan.”
“I’m sorry,” Jonghyun said gently, turning to press a kiss against Jinki’s soft round stomach, which peeked out a little under the shirt he was wearing. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfy.”
Jinki shrugged. “I’m cool as long as I don’t actually get pregnant. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know.” Jonghyun flapped one hand in the air. “I guess I’m just curious. I just think it might be…nice? To carry around a little person inside me and feel it grow, and I’d get all cute and round.” He demonstrated the width of his imagined pregnant belly with his hands. “And I’d get boobs,” he added, a wistful note creeping into his voice.
“You have boobs.” Jinki playfully squeezed Jonghyun’s chest. But instead of getting all giggly and squirmy like he usually did, Jonghyun frowned and batted his hands away. “Not muscle boobs, Jinki,” he said earnestly. “Real boobs. Nice soft ones, to feed a baby with.”
“There’s no one single way to have Real Boobs, babe,” Jinki reminded him.
“I know that,” Jonghyun snapped. He frowned sadly. “I just want different ones sometimes.”
He massaged his chest, a faraway look in his eyes.
Jinki sighed. “Jonghyun.”
“Mmm?” his boyfriend hummed, now patting his chest rhythmically.
Jinki hesitated. He’d asked this question so many times before that he worried it would annoy Jonghyun. “Are you sure you’re cis?”
Jonghyun looked at him. “Yes?” he said, after several moments. “Yes. I think so.”
“Convincing,” Jinki said with flat sarcasm.
Jonghyun’s face flushed with frustration and hurt. “I didn’t realize I was required to convince you.”
Jinki stroked his boyfriend’s hair. A tiny, contrite gesture. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to pester you. You just say so many things that sound like nothing I’ve ever heard from other cis boys.”
“Like what?” Jonghyun asked timidly.
“Like, just now for instance,” Jinki said. “And this isn’t the first time you’ve fantasized about having bigger, softer boobs and getting to call yourself a mom. And then you always buy your cute lady superhero undies. And you always make your character female in every video game, if you have the option. And remember how you wanted to cosplay as Princess Bubblegum?”
“Do you have a whole casefile on me?” Jonghyun teased, but his gaze was steady, his eyes serious.
“No, I just pay attention,” Jinki said.
Jonghyun twisted the clover stem between his fingers. “None of that is proof of anything. Maybe I’m just a cis boy who is a little weird.”
They were both silent for several seconds, listening to the hum of cicadas fill the summer afternoon air.
“I’m just saying,” Jinki said finally. “If you were a girl, or nonbinary, or if you just weren’t cis in some way, that would be fine. I love you no matter what.”
Jonghyun shifted uncomfortably. “Can we please stop talking about this?” he whispered. He buried his face in Jinki’s shirt again. “Will you rub my tummy?” he asked a second later, in a muffled tone.
Jinki did so, his plump hand gliding over Jonghyun’s stomach until he felt his boyfriend relax.
“For what it’s worth,” he said, “I think you’d be really cute as a pregnant babe.”
Jonghyun didn’t respond, and Jinki thought maybe he had gone too far, but then his boyfriend looked up and nodded, and broke into a shy smile. “Yeah,” he said, his own hand covering Jinki’s as it skated across his tummy. “I’d be the cutest.”
