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part two hundred and twelve

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world cup: exomeme edition

congratulations team nini & team chenshine!
round one: 07-08 00:00 UTC - 07-10 23:59 UTC
team a - laybaektao, team b - xiuchanlu, team c - sudopphun

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based on a prompt from the other night

PROMPT #1: "Do you think it's possible to love someone your whole life and never really realize it until something happens that makes you see?" - Rosalee Futch, Win a Date with Tad Hamilton!

Thirty minutes to showtime and Kyungsoo's sitting on the floor of the men's room when Lu Han comes around the corner, eyeliner already sweating into the creases next to his eyes. He smiles, offers his hand.

"There you are."

Kyungsoo doesn't take it. Doesn't even look up, just kicks the little plastic stick across the floor. It skitters like a stone on a pond's surface and bounces off the opposite wall.

Kyungsoo's not even sure why he's sitting on the floor of all places. There's a couch backstage and it's disgusting. They're at a club, for fuck's sake, the bathrooms are seasoned with jizz and pee and god-only-fucking-knows what else, and here he is in the corner next to the urinal, thighs tucked to his chest, chin on his knees.

"Kyungsoo." Lu Han stoops and picks up the pregnancy test. "What is—oh."

Kyungsoo presses his lips together so hard they go bloodless and white. "Yeah."

"But how—I was just kidding, jesus, I thought you had the flu."

"So did I, but you've got mutant sperm, apparently." The trance broken, Kyungsoo pushes to his feet against the wall. His sneakers stick awkwardly to the floor when he pushes past Lu Han and out the bathroom.

Lu Han follows. "I think sinceyou're the one who's pregnant, I might not be the mutant."

"Screw you."

"No thanks, the fun of getting you pregnant has lost its appeal," he says dryly. Kyungsoo turns, wide-eyed.

"You're making jokes right now?"

The stage manager interrupts: "Fifteen."

"Thanks," Kyungsoo tosses over his shoulder. When he turns back to Lu Han he can't seem to find it in him to be as annoyed anymore, not when Lu Han's smiling at him with those stupid fucking twinkly eyes of his. That's what caused this whole mess in the first place. "We're not going to talk about this right now," Kyungsoo says firmly. "I need to warm up, and you need to do whatever it is you need to do somewhere far away from me."

"You got it," Lu Han says. "I've got a couple phone calls to make, anyway." He pulls out his cellphone from his jeans pocket and pretends to dial, holds it up to his face. "Hi, Mom? It's Lu Han. I'm going to be a dad!"

"I'm going to kill you," Kyungsoo says, laughing even as he lunges for Lu Han's throat.

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Kyungsoo's sacked out in the passenger seat of their little van. Everyone's being really great and giving him his space, which he appreciates, even if he knows it's mostly because they're terrified he's going to snap on them. He doesn't even feel that hormonal, just sort of generally exhausted, maybe a little nauseous—nothing worse than a typical tour, except now he can't expect to feel better in the morning. Not for the next two-hundred or so mornings.

He doesn't open his eyes when he feels the warmth of another body pressing over him—gently, hand braced on the head rest above him. Lu Han. Has to be. Smells like him, and only Lu Han would dare come close and disturb him during his nap.

He's about to tell Lu Han to fuck off for another forty-five minutes while his spawn continues to incubate when the van seat begins to recline. Lu Han pushes it down as far as it will go, slowly, until Kyungsoo's almost horizontal.

"Don't wake up, and don't yell at me, I'm just going to sit here for a little while," Lu Han says, patting Kyungsoo's arm. When Kyungsoo cracks an eye open, Lu Han's sitting in the driver's seat, thumb wedged between his teeth, knees up against the steering wheel. Lu Han's not really much of a reader, not when he could be sitting out back working on a new song, but then Kyungsoo sees the cover and smiles. The Male Pregnancy: What To Expect.

Lu Han's been so good throughout this whole thing. Hasn't complained once, hasn't said a thing about Kyungsoo's frustrated outbursts (morning sickness has been wreaking havoc on his voice), he just listens and always knows when to smile and nod, and when to back off.

Kyungsoo had no idea what he was getting into that first time he'd pulled his best friend into his hotel bed and made him his lover, too, but all things considered, Lu Han's really not so bad. Even if this is the death knell of the band as they know it, the band they've had since they were kids dicking around in Lu Han's basement, Kyungsoo can find a few small consolations: this child will be very pretty, and he's pretty sure Lu Han will stick around even when he's not required to show up for a rehearsal.

Kyungsoo lets his fingers wander across the console, the parking brake, the edge of the seat, until they're resting on Lu Han's thigh. He closes his eyes, feeling warm and drowsy from the sun beating through the windshield, and sleeps.

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we'll see!!!! thank you ;~;

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part two hundred and twelve

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^^ prompt #1