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writetomyheart2014-12-14 06:04 pm
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[TEAM ONE] that's right, walk away
i don't even know what the fuck this is, honestly (dry hollow laughter)
that's right, walk away, krischen, pg, 366 words, implied mpreg
“My child? This child is ours,” Jongdae frowns, his voice getting louder with each word.
Yifan takes a step back, his hands raised defensively. “Jongdae, I–” He pauses, and Jongdae could almost see the gears turning in his head. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but doesn’t continue his sentence.
“Did you forget your Korean?” It comes out with far more bite than Jongdae had intended, but fuck it, he was disappointed and upset and anger was starting to rise from him, slow and steady, heat rising from the pit of his stomach up to his neck.
“No, I–” Yifan swallows, and Jongdae tells himself that he’ll give Yifan a minute, just one, before he chases him out of the house.
“I’m sorry,” Yifan says. His shoulders fall into a slouch, and Jongdae feels the heat gathering behind his eyes, tears blurring his vision and threatening to fall. He strides over to the door and pulls it open.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” he hisses, and Yifan does.
*
Amber checks on him three days later, after her calls and texts weren’t picked up or replied to. She still had the key from when they were living together, years and years ago when they were much younger, and lets herself in without so much as a warning.
She finds Jongdae curled up on his bed, blankets pulled tightly around him. He hadn’t noticed that she was there, so she sits on the bed and places her hand on his shoulder.
“Hey,” she says. “What’s wrong?”
It takes a while, but soon Jongdae sitting up hugging a pillow, still half-hidden under the blankets. Amber makes herself comfortable next to him, and he lets her pull him into her arms.
“Yifan doesn’t want the baby,” he says after a long bout of silence.
Amber’s eyes flit down to Jongdae’s abdomen, then pulls him even closer to her. “Fuck that bastard,” she curses.
Jongdae lets out a hollow laugh. “That’s what this kid will be once its born.”
“Shh,” Amber says, running her fingers through his hair. “No snark. No child of yours is a bastard, just certain cowardly, irresponsible assholes.”
i need to get back into writing cause damn i lost my groove
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singilu, you're up next!
that's right, walk away, krischen, pg, 366 words, implied mpreg
“My child? This child is ours,” Jongdae frowns, his voice getting louder with each word.
Yifan takes a step back, his hands raised defensively. “Jongdae, I–” He pauses, and Jongdae could almost see the gears turning in his head. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but doesn’t continue his sentence.
“Did you forget your Korean?” It comes out with far more bite than Jongdae had intended, but fuck it, he was disappointed and upset and anger was starting to rise from him, slow and steady, heat rising from the pit of his stomach up to his neck.
“No, I–” Yifan swallows, and Jongdae tells himself that he’ll give Yifan a minute, just one, before he chases him out of the house.
“I’m sorry,” Yifan says. His shoulders fall into a slouch, and Jongdae feels the heat gathering behind his eyes, tears blurring his vision and threatening to fall. He strides over to the door and pulls it open.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” he hisses, and Yifan does.
*
Amber checks on him three days later, after her calls and texts weren’t picked up or replied to. She still had the key from when they were living together, years and years ago when they were much younger, and lets herself in without so much as a warning.
She finds Jongdae curled up on his bed, blankets pulled tightly around him. He hadn’t noticed that she was there, so she sits on the bed and places her hand on his shoulder.
“Hey,” she says. “What’s wrong?”
It takes a while, but soon Jongdae sitting up hugging a pillow, still half-hidden under the blankets. Amber makes herself comfortable next to him, and he lets her pull him into her arms.
“Yifan doesn’t want the baby,” he says after a long bout of silence.
Amber’s eyes flit down to Jongdae’s abdomen, then pulls him even closer to her. “Fuck that bastard,” she curses.
Jongdae lets out a hollow laugh. “That’s what this kid will be once its born.”
“Shh,” Amber says, running her fingers through his hair. “No snark. No child of yours is a bastard, just certain cowardly, irresponsible assholes.”
i need to get back into writing cause damn i lost my groove
singilu, you're up next!
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I loved how you built up and broke a relationship in a few words and do I smell a past relationship? Bff forever (or something more?)
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yeah i was hinting at a past relationship that slipped back into bffery!!! i'm glad you caught it omg *^*
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