#mayhaps i will write........dare i say........the jackson side of this storyline?? where he asks the reader's father for his blessing

[chwetuan]

+ baby mama drama ; elementary teacher!yug + baker!reader

+ genre: fluff, humor, this is basically crack

+ category: drabble (wc - 949)

+ warnings: don’t let the title mislead you, also, mention of yug helicoptering his d*ick. enjoy 

“Pay attention to me!”

“You’re literally dressed like a wizard, Yugyeom.”

Sucking a sharp breath through his teeth and pinching the bridge of his nose, he responds. “I already told you, it was for work.”

He says it like it’s not the most obvious thing, as if the paint stains and specks of glitter in his hair don’t allude to the fact that he’s been cooped up in a classroom with 5-year-olds all day.

A childish giggle breaks the silence that settles after his very important declaration as you turn away from him. “I can’t take you seriously right now.”

He groans. “We need to talk about last night.”

“Not while you’re dressed like that. Not a chance.”

He stomps. He actually stomps.

“I’m serious!”

Dusting your palms on your apron and abandoning the bowl of batter in front of you, you turn to him.

He looks ridiculous — clutching his wizard’s hat and frowning.

“How about you go and shower?” You ask, hands coming to cup his cheeks. “Then we can talk about it.”

“Stop patronizing me.” He huffs out, clearly annoyed, pulling at your hands gently and slamming his wizard’s hat on the counter.

“Look, I know you’re annoyed right now, but our kitchen counters have done literally nothing to you.”

He rolls his eyes, turning away from you and walking down the hallway. “We will finish this discussion later.”

~~~

Later comes about 20 minutes after he leaves the kitchen. You sit on your king-sized bed which takes up about half of your bedroom, because Yugyeom is making little to nothing on his teacher’s salary and your work at the bakery isn’t boosting any numbers. It goes without saying that your house is tiny. Cute, in the millennial couple goes eco-friendly and minimalistic, but tiny.

His hair is damp, a towel slung over his shoulders and a simple black tank top on. He’s dropped the pout from earlier but you can still tell it’s bothering him.

He leaves the bathroom door open while he fiddles with his hair, tugging at the damn strands and flicking his bangs out of his eyes.

“So?” You decide to break the silence.

“I just,” He starts, turning the light off and coming to stand in front of you. “Your dad is never gonna look at me the same.”

“Yugyeom-“

“No, no,” He cuts you off. “Hear me out. I’ll never be able to look him in the eye.”

“Baby, I know it’s weird but, it’s not like he caught you with your dick out to some magazine porn. We were under the covers and the door was open for like three seconds before he realized what was happening and slammed the door shut and left the house. Immediately, I might add.”

“I know,” He shuts his eyes tight, as if the bare mention of the incident physically pains him. “I know, baby.”

“He left the house, Yugyeom.”

“Baby, I know-“

“And my dad is totally not the type to comment on it. He’s 50% emotionally stunted and 50% emotionally repressed. That man is not opening his mouth to say anything. If anything, this will encourage him to get out of our guest room faster...”

Yugyeom laughs internally at your comment, but there’s still a beat of silence as he gathers his thoughts. It would be nice if your dad moved out.

“I went soft.” He declares, defeated. “That has never happened before. Never!”

“Yugyeom,” You sigh out. “I have literally seen you helicopter your dick in front of the mirror for your own entertainment and you think I’m worried about you going soft?”

“First of all, that was one time and I already told you I was not-“

“Not swinging your dick in a circle simply because you thought it was entertaining to watch? Surely not, baby.”

His lower lip is jutting out when he continues.

“It’s just...We’ve been trying for so long and you’re ovulating and I don’t know if I’ll be able to-“

And it clicks. You don’t bother to ask how he knows when you’re ovulating.

“Yugyeom,” You coo, resting on your knees and brushing strands of hair out of his face. “We agreed that when we started trying, we’d let it happen when the time was right. The time will never be right if we keep stressing out over minuscule things like whether or not my dad heard you call me a slut or if he thinks your dick is small.”

“I literally said nothing about those two things but I’ll add them to my list.”

You sigh.

“My point is, I’m glad that you’re worried about what my dad thinks of you, but we’ve been together for so long that I can guarantee my dad thinks you’re amazing. Or else he would’ve told you to fuck off when you asked for his blessing.”

“Like he did when Jackson asked to marry your sister? The first time?”

“Exactly like that.”

It still makes him happy that Jackson had to ask your dad for his blessing to marry your sister twice, when he only asked him once. His own little victory.

It takes a few more minutes of pep-talking in between kisses before Yugyeom has to get back to lesson plans and you have to get back to perfecting that stupid lemon square recipe.

But in the end, it’s all fine. Your dad says nothing about the incident, Yugyeom has no problem popping a boner at the next situation that has you alone and in his space, and eventually, a few months down the line, you put a bun in the oven and hope he gets the joke.

Or, not-joke, rather.

. . .

(posted may 7th, 2020)