“PINEAPPLE”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Were the words that are about to escape from Jonghyun’s mouth but he manages to hold it, barely really, as his two month pregnant husband stares at him with his glistening, pleading kitty eyes, lips on the edge of pouting adorably.

“You’ll do it for me, right?” Kibum says, looping both arms around Jonghyun’s torso from the back and smiles prettily, nuzzling Jonghyun’s shoulder.

Jonghyun turned around and wrapped his arms around Kibum’s waist, the small baby bump barely visible on the younger’s slightly big blue fluffy sweatshirt. “Of course, love. Anything for you.” He manages to smile, kissing Kibum’s forehead affectionately yet his mind swirls on one thing. ‘Where the heck is he going to get a pineapple?’

This all little demand started when Kibum started browsing on their wedding album in Hawaii, seeing the yellow-colored juicy fruit had made Kibum’s craving go haywire.

Jonghyun mentally made a list of the farms near their neighborhood and prayed that one of them has already ripe ones since he’s not sure if there’s already available on the market.

“And I need it fresh. You need to have a selca where you’re the one who took the fruit