Shotgun Honeymoon

"Hey baby bear, want to watch a movie tonight?" You hug Seulgi, but she quickly breaks herself out of it.

"A-Ah, I have to go workout, don't wait up."

"Again? You just went in the afternoon!"

"Yeah uh, I ate a lot for dinner, so I'll go do another session." She darts into the bedroom to change.

"Don't push yourself so hard, this was supposed to be a vacation!" Aaaand she's out the door, great. What is supposed to be a relaxing resort stay with Seulgi has definitely turned frosty. She was happy the first night, but she's been distant ever since, avoiding you and hiding herself at the resort gym, and you have no idea what or if you did anything wrong. You have two more days to figure out what's wrong before you're back in Seoul and returning to normality.

"Miss Kang, so good to see you back so soon!" The quizzical receptionist greets Seulgi at the gym entrance.

"Ah hi yes, I'm just here for a little extra workout."

"I do have to mention that we're closing for the night soon, but you're free to use the facilities until then."

"I won't be long, thank you!" Seulgi goes to a bench and begins her workout of crunches and hip raises to expend her energy—she pushes herself for a while before the receptionist has to call it quits for her.

"Euahhh! Thanks, I'll be out of your hair shortly!" Seulgi's body is burning with soreness. She sighs on the bench—there's a reason she's pushing herself so hard, trying to wear herself out before she goes back. Her hand drifts to her flat tummy, the focus of her workouts, the source of admiration from fans and fellow idols alike, but also the source of her current frustrations.

It's too flat!

Her hand drifts further down, and Seulgi has to catch herself before any cameras catch her—she so dearly wants her belly to be round, but only from a very specific reason: Bread.

Specifically bread of the procreation variety, the kind that takes nine months to ferment. Seulgi's so down bad that when she was in child's pose earlier all she can think about is being plowed and sown and having one of her own, praying that her wetness isn't soaking through her workout tights. And whose bread she would like to grow? Why he's back in the suite, probably unpacking and getting things all comfortable for her.

She sighs and heads back to the room from the gym for a second time, and this time things get unbearable.

"Hey, come here, let's talk." Seulgi is surprised by your bear hug, strong arms wrapping around her possessively.

"H-Huh, wait, let me go!"

"No, what's going on, you've been distant this whole trip. Did something happen?" Seulgi can hear the pout, and it just makes her feel guiltier—here you are concerned and worried, when all Seulgi can think about is getting you naked and underneath her.

"L-Let go, I'm so sweaty!" She struggles, and her latent arousal grows as you continue to "restrain" her with your arms. She's dragged to the love seat and sat in your lap, but she jumps off you as soon as she can. "I'm sorry, it's not you, it's me!"

"What?" Her words sink in. "A-Are we breaking up? Oh god—"

"No no no we're not!" She grabs your hands and kisses you. "If anything, I think I like you too much."

"Then tell me what's going on."

"I, I know we talked about it, I just really want your baby."

"Yeah, but we agreed on being careful before we get married." You remind her gently.

"I know I'm sorry I just— You know I get umm..."

"Horny? Clingy?" you soften your words for Seulgi.