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[kpopsucker101]

Not a Big Deal - BBH

Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 972

Warnings: Just a single swear word :)

Summary: Baekhyun wakes up with an unwelcomed friend on his face and relies on his pregnant wife to get rid of it

Author’s Note: Hi everybody. This is my first ever imagine, os I hope you enjoy it. Might be a little all over the place but if there is some feedbac you would like to give me please do not refrain from it. This is one of the ideas that came from the fact i REALLY wish this was me.So I really hope that you all like it a dplease support me:) Thank you and enjoy!!!

‘Y/N!!!!!!, Where are you?! Fuck, I’m in trouble.”  slightly muffled by the door to the bathroom the exasperated sound came out of your husband . The one person who just by the sound of your name being called can make you excited. 

“I’m in the bathroom, B!” You shouted back.  The humidity of the bathroom from your shower not stopping your heart from fluttering. As you saw your husband walking  into the huge bathroom clad in only his checkered pyjama pants through the reflection on the mirror fully exposing his toned abs. You stopped applying the refreshing mint toner onto your skin, a part of your excessive skincare routine that comes with the burden of being an idol. You turn around to greet him with a warm smile and a toner soaked cotton pad on your right hand.

“What’s up, Babe?” your calm voice washing over him and forcing a warm smile as he looked down at your 29 week pregnant belly. Not helping himself from being proud of the fact that he was the reason your belly was protruding from your somewhat small frame. 

“Babe, Baekhyun, helloooo? I’m in the middle of something here, babe. Are you ok?” you question slightly worried at the profanity shout out of his mouth earlier while waving your hand infront of his face.

Waking up from his small little happy place he remembered the cause of his panic and threw a tantrum right there and then. Flinging hands and stomping his feet and all. “I have a pimple”! He said with his lower lip jutting out pointing up to the almost miniscule bump on his temple.

“Sweetheart, it’s not a big deal. It’ll go away soon just don’t touch it. You’ll only add to it” you reason with him. You enjoyed this side of him, the child version, it was amusing.

He walks up to you and rest his strong arms against your bare waist and looked into your eyes. Your pregnant belly refraining the two of you from getting to close. His beautiful yet desperate brown eyes boring straight into your light hazel ones. His neck coming forward just so your faces were a bit more closer as he said “But, I need you to fix me…. Come on! You’re a pro at this stuff” while gesturing to the products that cluttered your part of the his and her sinks.

“You don’t need fixing baby, your perfect .Anyways, the little guy is so tiny and its probably just because you had too much fatty food yesterday. It’ll go away soon.”

“Please, please, please. Baaaaaaabe.”His pleading puppy eyes causing you to give in.

“Fine, go wash your face with the blue bottled soap and then dab your face dry.” you breathed out.

He obeyed like a kid being told what to do by his mother. With an excited expression painted on his face he splashed the crystal clear water falling from the tap onto his flawless face (of course, he probably thought otherwise). All while you finished the routine you were halfway through with. “Done!” he jumped up while whipping his hair back and flicking his wet hair up to the ceiling. 

Eyes rolling at his childish antics, you asked him to sit up on to the cold marble counter top that held all the quality products that went into having flawless skin. And rested your belly in between your husbands thighs, his large yet dainty hands naturally were place to the top of your belly stroking it, as if it was what they were made to do. You pushed his damp hair (from rinsing his face) back with one of your baby pink, fluffy headband, as the elastic snapped softly around his head his eyes fluttered from his unborn baby to your eyes.

These eyes, he thought.

My biggest weakness.

They held all the love he would ever need and more, just as he was done thinking that thought, his cluttered mind flickered to just how beautiful you are. Probably the reason, why you had tens of thousands of fans both male and female all around the globe just as he did. Other than the fact that inside your goddess like body held the voice he could never had imagined to be real. You two would always argue over the fact that he thought you were a better singer than he was, of course you opposing the nonsense spewing out of his mouth. The argument always ended with a kiss and the agreement that the two of you were just as good as the other. A sweet smile graced his face sparking the curiosity in you.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” you tilt your head in a curious manner letting the light from the transluscent window resting next to the mirror to bless your face only making your eyes look lighter than they really were all while emphasising the pinkish hue coming from your skin.

“Just thinking how I hit the jackpot when I married you.”

You scoffed “Yea, right.”

He knew even though he annoyed you,  your love for him never decreasing sometimes ,well, most times only adding to the infinite amount of love your heart held for him.  

As you were spreading an unknown product on his face, his hands were gripping either sides of your waist, his eyes studying your focused face and the crease between your eyebrows that always came along with the focus emotion running through your head. “You know I love you, right?” He said with a serious yet sweet tone.

You replied “Of course I do.” but not before pressing a kiss to his temple that was slathered with a mud mask that was now dry. The most beautiful smile spread across your face at the sound of your heart fluttering due to his sudden confession.

[kpopsucker101]

Not a Big Deal - BBH

Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 972

Warnings: Just a single swear word :)

Summary: Baekhyun wakes up with an unwelcomed friend on his face and relies on his pregnant wife to get rid of it

Author’s Note: Hi everybody. This is my first ever imagine, os I hope you enjoy it. Might be a little all over the place but if there is some feedbac you would like to give me please do not refrain from it. This is one of the ideas that came from the fact i REALLY wish this was me.So I really hope that you all like it a dplease support me:) Thank you and enjoy!!!

‘Y/N!!!!!!, Where are you?! Fuck, I’m in trouble.”  slightly muffled by the door to the bathroom the exasperated sound came out of your husband . The one person who just by the sound of your name being called can make you excited. 

“I’m in the bathroom, B!” You shouted back.  The humidity of the bathroom from your shower not stopping your heart from fluttering. As you saw your husband walking  into the huge bathroom clad in only his checkered pyjama pants through the reflection on the mirror fully exposing his toned abs. You stopped applying the refreshing mint toner onto your skin, a part of your excessive skincare routine that comes with the burden of being an idol. You turn around to greet him with a warm smile and a toner soaked cotton pad on your right hand.

“What’s up, Babe?” your calm voice washing over him and forcing a warm smile as he looked down at your 29 week pregnant belly. Not helping himself from being proud of the fact that he was the reason your belly was protruding from your somewhat small frame. 

“Babe, Baekhyun, helloooo? I'm in the middle of something here, babe. Are you ok?” you question slightly worried at the profanity shout out of his mouth earlier while waving your hand infront of his face.

Waking up from his small little happy place he remembered the cause of his panic and threw a tantrum right there and then. Flinging hands and stomping his feet and all. “I have a pimple”! He said with his lower lip jutting out pointing up to the almost miniscule bump on his temple.

“Sweetheart, it’s not a big deal. It’ll go away soon just don’t touch it. You’ll only add to it” you reason with him. You enjoyed this side of him, the child version, it was amusing.

He walks up to you and rest his strong arms against your bare waist and looked into your eyes. Your pregnant belly refraining the two of you from getting to close. His beautiful yet desperate brown eyes boring straight into your light hazel ones. His neck coming forward just so your faces were a bit more closer as he said “But, I need you to fix me.... Come on! You're a pro at this stuff” while gesturing to the products that cluttered your part of the his and her sinks.

“You don't need fixing baby, your perfect .Anyways, the little guy is so tiny and its probably just because you had too much fatty food yesterday. It'll go away soon.”

“Please, please, please. Baaaaaaabe.”His pleading puppy eyes causing you to give in.

“Fine, go wash your face with the blue bottled soap and then dab your face dry.” you breathed out.

He obeyed like a kid being told what to do by his mother. With an excited expression painted on his face he splashed the crystal clear water falling from the tap onto his flawless face (of course, he probably thought otherwise). All while you finished the routine you were halfway through with. “Done!” he jumped up while whipping his hair back and flicking his wet hair up to the ceiling. 

Eyes rolling at his childish antics, you asked him to sit up on to the cold marble counter top that held all the quality products that went into having flawless skin. And rested your belly in between your husbands thighs, his large yet dainty hands naturally were place to the top of your belly stroking it, as if it was what they were made to do. You pushed his damp hair (from rinsing his face) back with one of your baby pink, fluffy headband, as the elastic snapped softly around his head his eyes fluttered from his unborn baby to your eyes.

These eyes, he thought.

My biggest weakness.

They held all the love he would ever need and more, just as he was done thinking that thought, his cluttered mind flickered to just how beautiful you are. Probably the reason, why you had tens of thousands of fans both male and female all around the globe just as he did. Other than the fact that inside your goddess like body held the voice he could never had imagined to be real. You two would always argue over the fact that he thought you were a better singer than he was, of course you opposing the nonsense spewing out of his mouth. The argument always ended with a kiss and the agreement that the two of you were just as good as the other. A sweet smile graced his face sparking the curiosity in you.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" you tilt your head in a curious manner letting the light from the transluscent window resting next to the mirror to bless your face only making your eyes look lighter than they really were all while emphasising the pinkish hue coming from your skin.

"Just thinking how I hit the jackpot when I married you."

You scoffed "Yea, right."

He knew even though he annoyed you,  your love for him never decreasing sometimes ,well, most times only adding to the infinite amount of love your heart held for him.  

As you were spreading an unknown product on his face, his hands were gripping either sides of your waist, his eyes studying your focused face and the crease between your eyebrows that always came along with the focus emotion running through your head. "You know I love you, right?" He said with a serious yet sweet tone.

You replied "Of course I do." but not before pressing a kiss to his temple that was slathered with a mud mask that was now dry. The most beautiful smile spread across your face at the sound of your heart fluttering due to his sudden confession.