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Two lines. There are two lines on the pregnancy test that Bamby is looking at.
He muttered a curse under his breath, wondering how the hell is this happening. Maybe because the writer is fucking weird or something.
He looked down on his stomach, and puts a hand on top of it. “Hey, who’s your father?” He asked — more like to himself. He can’t even remember the other guys except the annoying Eunho, and he’s sure that Eunho is definitely not the father. Why? because they didn’t even do anything for the past month.
Damn this. He’s about to combust. First, why is he pregnant. Well yeah he’s really gay but he’s a man. Second, who the hell is the father of this child, because those people he slept with doesn’t even know his name, and vice versa. Third, it might hurt Eunho.
But if Eunho finds it weird and pushes him away, he has to accept it because he can’t even believe all this shit himself. fuck you chaos.
After a few breaths, he picked up his phone, pressed Eunho’s number and called.
“Hyung? I’m almost there, you good?” The other asked as soon as he picked up the call.
“Yeah, just checking. I’m waiting, I’ll end this call now.” He said casually.
“Okay.”
He kept his hands busy with tapping, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, still wondering what is happening.
If he’s pregnant, then could this be……
The ring of the doorbell snapped him out of his thoughts. Eunho had a spare key so he didn’t have to open the door for him.
“Hi hyung, did you miss me?” The silver-haired asked.
“Sure.” He replied.
“You’re so not romantic, hyung.”
Bamby rolled his magenta eyes at him. “Whatever. I have to tell you something important though.” He stood up and walked closer, stopping in front of him. The other just nodded, waiting for his message.
“I’m pregnant,” Bamby said in a serious tone, looking straight into Eunho’s deep, red eyes. “and it’s not yours.”
Eunho looked at him weird, his eyebrows meeting. “Of course it’s not? You can’t be pregnant, you're a guy.” he replied, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Unless…” he trailed off, “this is an a/b/o fic.”
“Probably.”
Eunho’s face lit up, “Then that must mean…I am an Alpha.” He ripped his shirt off and started growling.
Bamby watched with a straight face as he showed off his fangs and flashed his glowing red eyes and abs (woah, abs) at him.
“Hyung, I am an alpha.” He said while grinning ear to ear, then he literally howled inside the house like he’s losing it.
“Um, can you calm down?” He gestured for him to stop, which he did.
“Oh, okay…” He said. Then silence. Awkward.
Bamby crossed his arms then bit his lip.
“So…does this mean that I am an omega?” Bamby breathed out, looking a little horrified.
“My sweet little omega.”
“Shut the fuck up first.” He deadpanned.
“Okay, sorry sorry. I just wanna try doing alpha things.” Eunho raised his hands in surrender.
“Whatever. I just can’t believe this, what did you say earlier?”
Eunho raised a brow and placed his thumb on his chin. “Ah! That we’re in an a/b/o fic?” He snapped his fingers when he remembered.
“Yeah, that. I can’t believe this.” Bamby ran his hands through his hair.
“You don’t even have to believe it, we’re fictional characters.” Eunho nonchalantly said. Bamby thought he has a point.
He went quiet after that, the only sound filling the living room was bone cracking sounds and low growls coming from Eunho.
“So…why aren’t you mad?” The pink-haired asked him.
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because you’re not…the father?”
Eunho stared at him then laughed. “I can’t be mad because this fic isn’t supposed to be angst.” He said while flexing his arms and biceps.
“Uh, yeah sure.”
“mhm.” Eunho was suddenly holding two dumbells. “I can still be their Alpha daddy though, but you’re still my number one sweet omega baby.” Eunho tells him and winked.
“For fuck’s sake, what are you even saying?” He sighed, so done with his antics but relieved that he isn’t mad.
“The truth.” Eunho started doing push-ups. “It doesn’t really matter, we’ll raise our pups together, hyung.”
“The fuck you mean ‘pups’?!” He placed his hands on his side, glaring at Eunho. “I’m a damn human and I ain’t pushing out doggies out of me. Thank you.”
Eunho stopped doing jump ropes and paused, staring at Bamby. “Hyung, aren’t we furries?”
Bamby looked even more horrified. “Hell no? I’m seriously gonna cry.” He hid his face in his palms.
Eunho threw the jumprope on the floor. “My omega, I am your alpha-”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“-and I couldn’t just stand here while-”
“Oh my goodness.” Bamby frustratedly said.
“-my omega is suffering. I will do my best.” He was about to rip his shirt again—but realized he was shirtless already. His hands went to his pants.
Bamby’s eyes widened in panic. “What the hell! No!” He caught Eunho’s wrist before even thinking about it. “You can’t just rip everything off! Are all alphas this stupid?”
“Oh, sorry. I got lost in the moment.”
“You’re hopeless…”
“And you’re my omega.” He smirked. “Can we bite each other-”
“Oh goddesses, help me”. Bamby prayed before holding the sides of Eunho’s face and kissing him to make him shut up.
8 months and 6 days later…
Eunho looks at the baby, and then at Bamby.
“Hyung, why does he look like Noah hyung…”
The end.