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part two hundred and thirteen
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wc!au -- team baehkyun -- hansoo mpreg/band au (part 2) -- 1542 words
(Anonymous) 2014-07-08 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au -- team baehkyun -- hansoo mpreg/band au (part 2) -- 1542 words
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(Anonymous) 2014-07-08 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)"What?" Yixing asks, looking dazed. "What's going on?"
"It smells in there," Lu Han explains. Yixing cocks his head to the side and sniffs.
"No more than usual."
"Yeah, well, the little tadpole's given him the super smeller," Lu Han says, trying to tweak Kyungsoo's nose. Kyungsoo dodges it and retaliates with his fist in Lu Han's ribs. Typical horseplay for them, except Lu Han doesn't engage further. A month ago, Kyungsoo would be in a headlock by now.
"Tadpole. Try sea monster," Kyungsoo huffs, feeling the color drain from his face when a gust of air sends a fresh wave of eau de club over him. "Go get set up. I'll be there in a minute, I just need some fresh air."
Twenty minutes later he still hasn't stopped the roiling in his stomach long enough to get back on his feet. Even the mere thought of the acrid, sweaty smell mixed with beer and bodily fluids has him dry heaving. This does not bode well. Lu Han finds him sitting out on the curb, head in his hands.
"You think they'll let us play the show out here?" Kyungsoo suggests miserably. Lu Han settles in next to him and scoots his foot across the gap until their calves are flush.
"Yixing's got a fan going in there. It's better than it was. I think, anyway. I have no idea what you were smelling."
"I was smelling the end of my career. And really, really old nachos." Kyungsoo pinches the bridge of his nose and swallows hard.
Lu Han laughs. "We can have them make some fresh nachos if you're hungry."
Kyungsoo's stomach growls audibly. "Don't touch me," he warns, inhaling loudly through his nose. "I can't guarantee that I won't puke all over you."
"I'll take my chances." Lu Han's hand settles in between his shoulder blades anyway. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"Revisionist history. That was you."
"I hold my alcohol like a champion."
"You drank half a six-pack of some fruity Smirnoff shit and threw up on my bed." Kyungsoo digs his knuckles into the corners of his eyes so hard his vision sparks blue and white. When the fizzing clears and he opens his eyes the sunlight is still bright but he feels less like lying face down on the asphalt and giving up the ghost.
Lu Han snorts. "I was sixteen, that doesn't count."
"You okay? How's Nessie?" He makes an aborted attempt to touch Kyungsoo's stomach, and then appears to think better of it and punches his shoulder instead.
Kyungsoo jerks back at the nickname. "What did you call it?"
"You said it was a sea monster," Lu Han says reasonably, ruffling Kyungsoo's hair. "Come on. Plug your nose if you have to, but we've got a show to play."
--
Kyungsoo's had a lot of hobbies over the years, including an ill-fated year when he thought he wanted to be a chef, but really never found something that qualified as a passion until Lu Han signed them up for that neighborhood battle of the bands back in high school and he realized he wanted to be a rock star. Back then, it'd been the two of them: Kyungsoo on lead vocals, Lu Han backing him with a guitar. Yixing came later, on bass, and brought Tao with him to round out the group with a drummer. And it's been that way for—years, now, longer than Kyungsoo thought they'd ever last.
He takes the stage and already feels the ache stretching across his lower back, the sudden sensation that his arms are eight hundred pounds apiece. It's gonna be a long night. As he grits his teeth and counts them off into the first song, he wonders how much longer it's going to be before he begs off, settles down. Gives up rock and roll and becomes domesticated. He wonders if he'll hate it. He's never really been anything but a transient musician. He wonders if he's even capable of doing anything else for a living.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lu Han step up to his mic and wonders if Lu Han's having the same thoughts.
--
The heightened sense of smell proves to come in handy. The van's never been cleaner. Kyungsoo spends their entire afternoon off rolling around on the floor between the row of seats and the equipment, picking up all the stray Cheetos and fossilized french fries and tossing them into a plastic bag.
Lu Han tries to get him up. "You're going to hurt yourself," he says. Kyungsoo ignores this and shoves the bag in his hands.
"Can you get me another one? You guys are fucking gross, can you see the mess down here? Look at all that."
"Yeah. I know. We eat in the car a lot, it happens," Lu Han says, dropping the bag at his feet to drum on Kyungsoo's ass. The van shakes wildly as Kyungsoo squirms and tries to get away.
"Stop. Stop. Stop, or I fucking swear—"
"You swear what?" Lu Han taunts. "Come on. I've been reading the baby books, it's too early for you to start this nesting shit."
"Nesting?" Kyungsoo sputters, coming up for air. His hair's disheveled and hanging limply in his eyes. "I'm just cleaning the goddamn van, I'm not planning on giving birth in here."
"It could happen. What if we're still on the road?" Lu Han strokes his chin. That look comes in his eyes again, the stupid mischievous twinkly one.
Kyungsoo braces himself for the inevitably fucking stupid thing about to come out of Lu Han's mouth.
"Don't you worry about a thing, though. Back in my varsity soccer days, I was a great goalkeeper. I'll probably be able to catch it."
And there it is.
Kyungsoo lowers himself back to the floor of the van and wonders, briefly, if it's possible to retroactively conceive someone else's baby.
—
Kyungsoo's hormones being all out of whack means once the nausea subsides, he reneges on his 'no-sex-before-a-show' rule in favor of wrenching Lu Han up against a wall every chance he gets, pushing his hips up into Lu Han's until Lu Han relents, gasping, fingers scrabbling to push Kyungsoo's pants down around his knees.
His refractory period's almost nonexistent these days, too. No sooner does Lu Han discreetly finish wiping his hand off on the nearest available surface than Kyungsoo's back to mouthing at his Adam's apple, face flushed and sweaty, begging again, again. His voice is so hoarse it keeps splitting on every word and Lu Han keeps whispering for him to be quiet and save his voice for the show, but Kyungsoo feels so desperate sometimes, like his blood's on fire and he just needs to come, right now, to get some relief. He finds he really can't work it up to give a shit about his voice when he's feeling like this.
Luckily, Lu Han's more than happy to oblige, again and again, until his grip is too weak to be of any use and Kyungsoo's too winded to speak and Yixing's knocking on the door of the bathroom, politely reminding them they've got a show to play.
--
They have their first fight over circumcision, of all things. Like he really wants to have an argument about a dick that isn't his, and like he really wants to cry over it. Kyungsoo resents the fuck out of his hormones when he can't stop the slow leaking of tears down the sides of his nose, and he resents the fuck out of Lu Han for leaning forward so gently to mop the driblets from his chin.
"We don't have to decide anything right now. You don't even know if it's a boy. Please stop crying," Lu Han says. "It's freaking me out. You never cry."
"I—can't—stop," Kyungsoo hiccups, covering his face with his hands.
The mattress rolls unsteadily with Lu Han's weight. He inches forward on his knees, crawling clumsily, wrapping himself around Kyungsoo's body like a creeping vine. "You sound like a frog," Lu Han says, pulling him down onto the bed and Kyungsoo laughs through his tears.
"Fuck—you," he burbles, scrubbing at his face with his fingers. It's hard to move properly with Lu Han doing his best imitation of a koala, curled around his waist, hand cupping the tiny swell beneath his navel. "You look like a frog."
"You said I was pretty," Lu Han teases, thumb stroking the skin right above the snap of Kyungsoo's jeans. "Or was that just to get me naked? Do Kyungsoo. You greasy bastard." The movement of Lu Han's fingers is soothing enough that Kyungsoo's able to catch a few shuddering, deep breaths, and blow his nose in the tissue Lu Han had given him.
"Sorry I freaked out," he says when he can finally breathe, voice still croaky and thick. "Blame Nessie."
"Did you hear that?" Lu Han murmurs to Kyungsoo's navel. "Blaming you. Remember this moment when you're trying to pick your favorite dad."
Re: wc!au -- team baehkyun -- hansoo mpreg/band au (part 2) -- 1542 words
(Anonymous) 2014-07-08 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au -- team baehkyun -- hansoo mpreg/band au (part 2) -- 1542 words
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