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kwoooooopi one-hour fic challenge
Round Five:
Theme: mpreg, Catch: no assembly required
"A Simple Question", no pairing, PG-13, 1133 words
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“Youngoon… What would happen if I was pregnant?”
Eeteuk picks nervously at a chip in the table, avoiding his boyfriend’s eyes. But Kangin must have been drunker than he thought, because the younger man dissolves into uncontrollable laughter for three-point-five minutes before finally regaining control of himself. After that, he tilts Eeteuk’s chin up with a gentle finger, and addresses him in an uncharacteristic calm, serious voice.
“Hyung, if you were pregnant… You would get really really fat.”
He bursts into another fit of laughter, and Eeteuk can only sigh.
***
“What would you guys do if I was pregnant?” Eeteuk asks quietly, hands folded demurely in his lap. Siwon raises an eyebrow at him, looking appropriately incredulous.
“Hyung… You can’t get pregnant. You’re a guy… Right?” He sounds confused, but Heechul just smirks. “Well, we’ve never been too sure about that- Maybe we should check.” He makes a dive for Eeteuk’s pants, and the older man flees the room in a panic.
***
“OMG WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY I WANT ONE CAN I NAME IT OMG I CAN DRESS IT UP AND IT WILL BE SO ADORABLE,” Sungmin exclaims, and Eeteuk decides to never let the younger man at alcohol again.
***
Eunhyuk nearly chokes, and Eeteuk belatedly realizes it was a bad idea to ask him what he thought just as he took a swig from the milk carton. He’s lucky that Sukira isn’t viewable today, Eeteuk thinks, because Eunhyuk doesn’t look quite so attractive with strawberry milk dripping from his chin and a panicked look in his eyes.
***
So far, Eeteuk hasn’t gotten any satisfactory answers to his all-important question. He decides to ask who everyone agrees on as the sanest one in the group, and luckily finds Kibum alone in the living room one morning.
“Kibummie…” He starts, slipping onto the sofa next to him. “I’m going to ask you something and I want you to know that I’m not screwing around and I’m asking you in all seriousness and I really want an honest answer.”
Kibum blinks at him and doesn’t respond, and Eeteuk takes that as a go-ahead to ask his question.
“If I was pregnant… What do you think would happen?”
There is a moment of silence before Kibum speaks, slowly and rationally. “If you were pregnant, I assume that doctors would want to do a lot of testing on you. It would be a medical miracle. There would be worldwide coverage of your case.”
Eeteuk swallows uneasily, excusing himself and locking himself in the bathroom for the next two hours.
***
The following morning, Eeteuk wakes up and feels a familiar rush of nausea to his head and stomach. Except he hadn’t been drinking the night before, so he knows he isn’t hung over. There’s no time to worry about why, though, as he rushes to the bathroom and heaves into the toilet.
He’s there for a few minutes, clenching his stomach and trying not to throw up again. A soft knock on the door startles him before Ryeowook pokes his head inside, his hair still tousled from sleep. “Hyung, are you all right? We heard you being sick so I sent Yehsung to get you some water…”
Eeteuk nods weakly, still not letting go of his stomach. “Um. Yes. Um. I’m fine now… I think.” Ryeowook stares at him for a second before padding into the bathroom and sitting next to him. Yehsung comes in then, a glass of warm water in his hands. “Here, hyung, drink this. It’ll settle your stomach.”
Eeteuk murmurs his thanks, sipping at the lukewarm liquid. To his surprise, the water actually does help a little, enough that he can look over at the concerned pair and ask, “I know this sounds stupid, but what would you guys think if I told you I was pregnant?”
“Don’t be silly, Jungsu,” Yehsung says with a nervous laugh, but all Ryeowook does is hug him tight, a knowing look in his eye.
***
Another wave of nausea hits him later that morning, but it isn’t nearly as violent and Eeteuk holes up on the sofa with a warm blanket and a bowl of soup. He watches with slight disinterest as Donghae and Kyuhyun squabble over the controller for a one-person video game, Donghae eventually coming out victorious. Kyuhyun sighs and leans back against the couch, glancing up at Eeteuk.
“Ryeowook said you were sick this morning. Are you feeling any better?” The younger man’s voice is carefully guarded, and Eeteuk lazily stirs his soup. “Yes. I’m just… A little nauseous, I guess.”
“Kind of like morning sickness?”
Eeteuk’s eyes widen, and he burrows deeper under his blanket. Donghae’s attention is peaked, and he pauses the game to scoot over beside Kyuhyun. “Hyung is pregnant?” He asks, eyes wide with curiosity.
“Don’t be silly, Donghae,” Kyuhyun admonishes, and Donghae shrugs and goes back to his game without a second thought. But Eeteuk notices the knowing look Kyuhyun gives him, and can’t help a shiver running down his spine.
***
Eeteuk stays at the table well after dinner, feeling too lethargic to be bothered to move. Shindong is there as well, still finishing his own dinner. Hankyung is doing dishes, his back to the older man, and Eeteuk figures why the hell not?
“Hankyung? What do you think would happen if I turned out to be pregnant?”
The Chinese man turns to look at him with a lack of understanding in his eyes. “Pregnant? Like… That means that someone’s going to have a baby, right?”
Eeteuk nods, and Hankyung’s eyes widen in shock. “Hyung, you got someone pregnant? What will the managers say? Are you going to marry her? Hyung, the fans will be so mad-“
Eeteuk decides it’s not worth explaining to the already confused man, and just shakes his head. “No, no, no one’s actually pregnant, I was just asking,” he reassures Hankyung, and leaves to take a long, hot bath, ignoring Shindong rolling on the floor laughing his ass off.
***
It’s a rainy morning when the Suju dorm is collectively woken up by a screaming sort of cry that only an infant can make. One by one they stumble sleepily into the living room, in various states of dishevelment and disbelief. There, in a delicate bassinet that had most definitely not been there the night before, is a tiny baby screaming its sweet little head off.
They look at each other in extreme confusion, until Sungmin points out Eeteuk slumped on the couch looking exhausted. Everyone falls silent, and eventually Kangin asks in a careful voice, “Hyung… What’s going on?”
“Don’t ask,” Eeteuk begs, pushing the bassinet gently with his foot. He buries his head in his hands and heaves a sigh. “Just don’t fucking ask.”
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Round Five:
Theme: mpreg, Catch: no assembly required
"A Simple Question", no pairing, PG-13, 1133 words
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Youngoon… What would happen if I was pregnant?”
Eeteuk picks nervously at a chip in the table, avoiding his boyfriend’s eyes. But Kangin must have been drunker than he thought, because the younger man dissolves into uncontrollable laughter for three-point-five minutes before finally regaining control of himself. After that, he tilts Eeteuk’s chin up with a gentle finger, and addresses him in an uncharacteristic calm, serious voice.
“Hyung, if you were pregnant… You would get really really fat.”
He bursts into another fit of laughter, and Eeteuk can only sigh.
***
“What would you guys do if I was pregnant?” Eeteuk asks quietly, hands folded demurely in his lap. Siwon raises an eyebrow at him, looking appropriately incredulous.
“Hyung… You can’t get pregnant. You’re a guy… Right?” He sounds confused, but Heechul just smirks. “Well, we’ve never been too sure about that- Maybe we should check.” He makes a dive for Eeteuk’s pants, and the older man flees the room in a panic.
***
“OMG WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY I WANT ONE CAN I NAME IT OMG I CAN DRESS IT UP AND IT WILL BE SO ADORABLE,” Sungmin exclaims, and Eeteuk decides to never let the younger man at alcohol again.
***
Eunhyuk nearly chokes, and Eeteuk belatedly realizes it was a bad idea to ask him what he thought just as he took a swig from the milk carton. He’s lucky that Sukira isn’t viewable today, Eeteuk thinks, because Eunhyuk doesn’t look quite so attractive with strawberry milk dripping from his chin and a panicked look in his eyes.
***
So far, Eeteuk hasn’t gotten any satisfactory answers to his all-important question. He decides to ask who everyone agrees on as the sanest one in the group, and luckily finds Kibum alone in the living room one morning.
“Kibummie…” He starts, slipping onto the sofa next to him. “I’m going to ask you something and I want you to know that I’m not screwing around and I’m asking you in all seriousness and I really want an honest answer.”
Kibum blinks at him and doesn’t respond, and Eeteuk takes that as a go-ahead to ask his question.
“If I was pregnant… What do you think would happen?”
There is a moment of silence before Kibum speaks, slowly and rationally. “If you were pregnant, I assume that doctors would want to do a lot of testing on you. It would be a medical miracle. There would be worldwide coverage of your case.”
Eeteuk swallows uneasily, excusing himself and locking himself in the bathroom for the next two hours.
***
The following morning, Eeteuk wakes up and feels a familiar rush of nausea to his head and stomach. Except he hadn’t been drinking the night before, so he knows he isn’t hung over. There’s no time to worry about why, though, as he rushes to the bathroom and heaves into the toilet.
He’s there for a few minutes, clenching his stomach and trying not to throw up again. A soft knock on the door startles him before Ryeowook pokes his head inside, his hair still tousled from sleep. “Hyung, are you all right? We heard you being sick so I sent Yehsung to get you some water…”
Eeteuk nods weakly, still not letting go of his stomach. “Um. Yes. Um. I’m fine now… I think.” Ryeowook stares at him for a second before padding into the bathroom and sitting next to him. Yehsung comes in then, a glass of warm water in his hands. “Here, hyung, drink this. It’ll settle your stomach.”
Eeteuk murmurs his thanks, sipping at the lukewarm liquid. To his surprise, the water actually does help a little, enough that he can look over at the concerned pair and ask, “I know this sounds stupid, but what would you guys think if I told you I was pregnant?”
“Don’t be silly, Jungsu,” Yehsung says with a nervous laugh, but all Ryeowook does is hug him tight, a knowing look in his eye.
***
Another wave of nausea hits him later that morning, but it isn’t nearly as violent and Eeteuk holes up on the sofa with a warm blanket and a bowl of soup. He watches with slight disinterest as Donghae and Kyuhyun squabble over the controller for a one-person video game, Donghae eventually coming out victorious. Kyuhyun sighs and leans back against the couch, glancing up at Eeteuk.
“Ryeowook said you were sick this morning. Are you feeling any better?” The younger man’s voice is carefully guarded, and Eeteuk lazily stirs his soup. “Yes. I’m just… A little nauseous, I guess.”
“Kind of like morning sickness?”
Eeteuk’s eyes widen, and he burrows deeper under his blanket. Donghae’s attention is peaked, and he pauses the game to scoot over beside Kyuhyun. “Hyung is pregnant?” He asks, eyes wide with curiosity.
“Don’t be silly, Donghae,” Kyuhyun admonishes, and Donghae shrugs and goes back to his game without a second thought. But Eeteuk notices the knowing look Kyuhyun gives him, and can’t help a shiver running down his spine.
***
Eeteuk stays at the table well after dinner, feeling too lethargic to be bothered to move. Shindong is there as well, still finishing his own dinner. Hankyung is doing dishes, his back to the older man, and Eeteuk figures why the hell not?
“Hankyung? What do you think would happen if I turned out to be pregnant?”
The Chinese man turns to look at him with a lack of understanding in his eyes. “Pregnant? Like… That means that someone’s going to have a baby, right?”
Eeteuk nods, and Hankyung’s eyes widen in shock. “Hyung, you got someone pregnant? What will the managers say? Are you going to marry her? Hyung, the fans will be so mad-“
Eeteuk decides it’s not worth explaining to the already confused man, and just shakes his head. “No, no, no one’s actually pregnant, I was just asking,” he reassures Hankyung, and leaves to take a long, hot bath, ignoring Shindong rolling on the floor laughing his ass off.
***
It’s a rainy morning when the Suju dorm is collectively woken up by a screaming sort of cry that only an infant can make. One by one they stumble sleepily into the living room, in various states of dishevelment and disbelief. There, in a delicate bassinet that had most definitely not been there the night before, is a tiny baby screaming its sweet little head off.
They look at each other in extreme confusion, until Sungmin points out Eeteuk slumped on the couch looking exhausted. Everyone falls silent, and eventually Kangin asks in a careful voice, “Hyung… What’s going on?”
“Don’t ask,” Eeteuk begs, pushing the bassinet gently with his foot. He buries his head in his hands and heaves a sigh. “Just don’t fucking ask.”
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