Sneak peak! 

It's two in the morning and Jong Suk can't sleep; his body tossing and turning while his legs and arms fling around in an attempt to get comfortable; a limb occasionally falling clumsily against his sleeping husband as he constantly repositions himself. 

Jong Suk let out a whine when he couldn't get comfortable, huffing as he settled with sitting upright and staring dejectedly at the sheets beneath him. Now he felt hot..and hungry. Now he wants icecream -no! Pickles. He wants pickles -no! He wants kimchi. Yes. He wants kimchi -oh! Noodles. He wants noodles. He wants ramen! Yes! Ramen noodles! Those sound heavenly right now. 

He doesn't want to make them, though. He only likes Woo Bin's. Woo Bin should make him some. Yes. He should wake Woo Bin up and make him cook ramen. That's exactly what he should do. 

"Woo Bin," Jong Suk called softly, his hand gently shaking Woo Bin's shoulder, earning a groan from the sleeping male.

Jong Suk, deciding that Woo Bin wasn't responding quick enough, picked up a pillow before roughly whacking his husband with it.

 "Ow!" Woo Bin cried out, jolting upright as he groggily rubbed his head. "What was that for?" He asked tiredly, glaring at Jong Suk.

"I want ramen. Make me some." Jong Suk instantly stated, looking at Woo Bin as if it was the most obvious and reasonable thing at this hour of the morning. Woo Bin stared at him in disbelief, giving him a pointed look as he shook his head.

"No. It's two in the morning. Make yourself some." Woo Bin rejected grumpily, moving to lay back down before halting to an immediate stop when he heard the next few words that Jong Suk spoke. 
 

"Please? We're hungry." 
 

Woo Bin looked up to see Jong Suk pouting while rubbing his stomach; the proud, yet small, baby-bump being rubbed soothingly, as well as being used to manipulate it's father. 

It was working, too. How could he refuse his 4-months pregnant husband? He couldn't.