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The air in the Baku’s house was thick with the smell of fried chicken, cheap beer, soju, and male camaraderie. Baku’s excited screaming over a stupid bet blended with the smack of Gotak hitting Baku and Suho for yelling too loud, while Juntae and Sieun observed from the corner, lazy, amused smiles.
But among the three musketeers hooting and hollering, at the far end of the worn out sofa, Suho floated in his own bubble. He’d been keeping up, drink for drink, even betting on how many shots they could drink without passing out, fueled by just male energy, for having a crew to rely on again. His vision was going soft at the edges, but the only sharp thing was Sieun watching him from the corner of the room with Juntae.
Suho turned his head in a slow, heavy motion, studying Sieun’s face despite the dim light of the glowing TV screen, as he stumbled towards Sieun. He looks like he’s gonna tell him something.
“Sieun-ah,” he breathed, words coming slurred out. “Let’s go to the bedroom, pleeeaasseee, I gotta tell you something…”
Gotak’s scrolling paused.
“Promise to tell me the truth, Sieunnie.”
Sieun led Suho to Baku’s bedroom, Suho stumbling a little as Juntae sat next to Baku and Gotak on the couch.
“HEY, YOU BETTER NOT FUCK IN THERE!!!” Baku’s voice echoed through the house.
“We won’t!!!” Suho yelled back, his voice cracking a little from his drunkenness.
In the bedroom, Suho doesn’t cry when he says it, which somehow makes the whole situation worse. He sits on the edge of Baku’s bed, hands folded together.
“I’ve been thinking…” Suho mutters, his voice completely low, trying not to freak Sieun out, which obviously freaks Sieun out more. Suho swallows, “And I think…I did something really, really, REALLY bad.”
Sieun freezes.
Sieun’s balance is already off from maneuvering Suho inside without letting his drunk ass trip over atoms, turning his head down slowly, examining Suho.
“That’s…not a sentence that ends well.” Sieun says, cautiously.
Sieun crouches in front of his wasted boyfriend, knees bending until the both of them are at eye level. He waits until Suho looks up at him.
“Okay…” Sieun says, gently. “Did you throw up somewhere?”
Suho shakes his head. “No. Would’ve told you.”
“Did you…drink something that wasn’t edible?”
Another shake. “No.”
“Did you text someone you shouldn’t have?”
“No. This is worse.”
What the fuck.
Something tightens in Sieun’s chest as he reaches out, hands gently resting on Suho’s knees. Suho’s pants are still warm from the outside, fabric a little creased, Suho tensing up a little.
“Okay, then.” Sieun says softly. “Tell me.”
Suho takes a deep breath, starting, “Okay, um…” he hesitates, his words slow, “I…I got you pregnant.”
What the fuck???
Sieun blinks twice. Thrice. What. He waits for the moment where Suho bursts out laughing, or when he looks embarrassed as fuck and says “juuuuust kiddinggggg…” He waits for literally anything to signal that this is a joke, but nothing comes.
Suho’s eyes stay fixed on his hands, his knuckles white, breathing shallow. “I’m sorry.” Suho adds silently. “I didn’t mean to…I swear I didn’t.”
Sieun lets out an “Oh.”
It’s not even out of surprise, it’s mostly because the great Sieun’s brain…short circuited?
Suho nods to himself, sharp and determined. “I’ll take responsibility. I’ll pay for child support.” He blurts out, his words still slurred. “I’ve already made up my mind. I can get a third job, or even a fourth. I don’t care.”
“Suho-ya–“
“I’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out.”
Sieun stares at him blankly, his heart thumping against his chest harder than usual, not with fear yet, but with the sheer force of how serious his boyfriend looks right now. There’s no humor at all, which is rare.
“I can drop a class. Fuck, I can drop ALL my classes–“
“Suho.”
“I’ll tell my parents–“
“Ahn Suho.” Sieun says firmly. Sieun never uses Suho’s full name, unless when it’s serious. “I’m fucked…” Suho thinks.
“Look at me, Ahn Suho.”
It takes a minute, but Suho’s eyes flicker, his eyes glassy and wide, terrified. (hey haha that rhymed)
“Explain.” Sieun says carefully, choosing each word carefully. “Explain what you think happened.”
Suho hesitates, accidentally yelling out, “Well, we fucked!!!”
Meanwhile, Baku hears it along with his two friends on the couch. “Now what the fuck…” He gets up, making his way to his bedroom.
“Baku, no– you’re gonna get scarred for life–“ Gotak blurts out, getting up and following him with Juntae to come stop him, but Baku’s hand stills at the doorknob, just listening.
“Guys, shut up.” Baku whispers.
“And then…” Suho continues. “I woke up, and I felt really guilty.”
Sieun’s stomach sinks, not because of Suho’s ridiculous words, but because of how sincere they sound. The three idiots outside the door still, listening intently.
“And you were quiet, Sieun-ah. You touched your stomach. You..you felt the baby kick.”
What the actual fuck?
The tension finally snaps after stretching out until it stretched out to mere atoms.
Sieun lets out a sound between a laugh and an exhale. “Suho, oh my God…” he mutters.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” Suho says, miserably.
“No.” Sieun’s whispers, lifting his head. “Listen to me, Suho. We are both men.”
Outside, Gotak tries to not burst out laughing, the three of them looking at each other and pursing their lips so they don’t just scream out laughing.
Suho frowns. “That’s what you said last time!!!”
“Yes.” Sieun says, trying not to laugh. It’s rare occurrence for him anyway. “And it’s still true. Your point being…?” God, Suho sucks at biology. Maybe if he didn’t sleep through all of their classes…
“I don’t know, what if it’s rare?”
“It’s not.”
“What if it’s..what do you call it…a medical breakthrough?”
“It’s not.”
“What if–“
“Suho-ya…” Sieun searches his face, cupping gently. “You did not get me pregnant.”
Suho searches his sober boyfriend’s face back. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. 100%.”
“But you touched your stomach.”
“I wanted ramen.”
“Oh.”
Outside, Juntae lets out a whisper. “Lovebirds. It’s kinda cute.”
“Cute!?!?” Baku shoots back, whisper-yelling.
Gotak adds, still whispering. “This is fucking hilarious.”
Suho falls forward, forehead knocking into Sieun’s shoulder, breath shuddering as he presses light kisses to Sieun’s jaw and neck.
“I was so scared.” Suho admits, voice small. “I thought I ruined us.”
Sieun holds in a laugh, wrapping his arms around Suho immediately, which is rare, because he doesn’t really initiate physical touch.
“You didn’t destroy anything.”
Suho exhales again, taking a deep breath. “I…I really thought I ruined your life.”
“You didn’t. You just drank too much.” Sieun responds, softly.
Suho lets out a weak, embarrassed huff, falling back onto Baku’s bed.
“I’d still take responsibility, though.” Suho adds. “If it were real.”
“I know.” Sieun whispers, caressing Suho’s hair, “And that’s why I love you.”
Pfft, lovebirds.
Suho blinks slowly, like a cat. “You do?”
“Yeah, I do. Even when you think fucking me too hard got me pregnant.”
The three standing outside absolutely burst out laughing, to the point that they think they might die. They’re screaming, falling on the floor, holding on for dear life.
“Hey, who the fuck?”