“This is disgusting,” Kyungmi moans, head held low over the toilet bowl and acidic taste of vomit in the back of . “Hell, this is worse than the hangover I had after your twenty-fifth.” Jongdae’s lips twist in distaste; the memory of that particular morning wasn’t fun for anybody. Especially as somehow, they’d ended up being sick on each other.

He shrugs from his position in the doorway – normally, he wouldn’t be anywhere near a puking woman, but it’s seven o’clock in the morning, he really needs to do his teeth and Kyungmi throwing up in the mornings has become a common occurrence. “Maybe you should go see a doctor. This has been happening for what, a week now?”

She waves her hand limply at him, scooting backwards to rest her back against the wall. “It’s a stomach bug or something. It’ll pass.”

He gives her the look, one dark eyebrow raised. “Stomach bugs don’t usually take weeks to recover from.” He unfolds himself from his perch by the doorway to crouch down next to her. “C’mon babe, how is keeping yourself sick helpful for anybody?”

There’s an awkward, intimate moment where he wraps an arm around her shoulders and she leans into his shoulder, and that’s when he realises she’s more worried than she’s letting on. Organised might not be the right word to describe Kyungmi, but she’s usually on top of things as soon as they happen – if something scares her, however, then she’s liable to hide her head in the sand until it blows away.

“I don’t want to go to the doctor’s,” she mumbles, eyes shut tight as she gags at the taste in . “They’ll just do loads of tests, and hell, probably another six million scans and then they’ll tell me I have yet another annoying syndrome that I can’t get rid of.” She shook her head, a strange, fiery light in her eyes; Jongdae sighs.

“It’s probably nothing, though. Just a weird virus that they can fix and then you won’t spend every morning puking your guts out. I swear, you’ve seen more of the bathroom than you have me or Xing, lately,” he tells her, squeezing her shoulder gently.

Kyungmi rolls her eyes, unimpressed by his logic. “But what kind of virus does this?”

He snorts, the corners of his mouth curling up into a sneaky grin. “Uh, pregnancy?” He nudges her with his shoulder, laughing a little because they both know that’s impossible. The last time Kyungmi visited a doctor, they told her that having children naturally was pretty much a mathematical improbability. “Hey, you never know – maybe you’ve been blessed with fecundity!”

The urge to slap the blinding smirk off his face is acute, because he knows – he damn well understands – how much it hurts for her to have a body that’s incapable of doing the one thing a woman’s supposed to do. She doesn’t exactly want kids and she’s not sure she ever will – but hell, it’d be nice to have the ing option. “Jongdae,” she says warningly, her voice holding none of its usual amusement. “Don’t.”

He swallows, looking the tiniest bit guilty. “Sorry.”

She lets out a deep breath. “It’s just – “ She sighs, unable to put her feelings into words – because it hurts, and it doesn’t, but most of all she just feels like her body is a goddamn failure, most of the time. “You know,” – there’s an awkward blush on her cheeks because they don’t often discuss this; it just feels weird – “it makes me…uncomfortable.”

Jongdae bites his lower lip nervously, knowing that he’s gone too far – again. This is why Yixing should be the one to deal with these things; he’s so oblivious that he rarely ever pushes as far as Jongdae does. His inner gremlin gets the better of him way too often. “I didn’t mean to make you sad, Mimi.” He says in a small voice, sounding more like a child than a grown man. Not that Jongdae’s ever even approached adulthood.

She hides her face in his neck, cuddling that bit closer. “It’s okay. It just…makes me feel bad.” Her eyes flutter open for a moment as she tries to push the discomfort away. “Besides,” she begins, a wry, not-altogether-pleased expression on her face, “the last person – well, people – I had with were you and Yixing.”

The look of panic on Jongdae’s face can only be described as comical.

***

Yixing is pottering around in the kitchen, looking for a spoon that is vaguely clean – as usual, the washing up hasn’t been done – when he hears Jongdae’s loud, terrifying screech of “Yixing, get the up here right now!”

He rolls his eyes, abandoning his search for clean cutlery – not that he was ever going to succeed – to attend to his clearly distressed boyfriend. He’s probably looked at his bank account, or something. “I’m coming!”

Had he known just what he was in for at that moment, he might not have been so quick to rush off to Jongdae’s aid. 

Just gonna mention that I have Oops! I Did It Again stuck in my head and Jongdae is singing it to troll. Also, I desperately want to write XingDae but can't because I'm blocked and busy. *cries* Happy Birthday, Xing Xing! 

Also, I thought I might mention who the kids look like. Shang and Jongseok are biologically Jongdae's, but Shang looks more like his mother (except for the cheekbones because <3) and Jongseok is only half-Korean, but he looks more like Jongdae than Shang does. Sunhwa is biologically Yixing's, and she looks a lot like him - only a Europeanised version because she's also half-Asian. I dunno if this is relevant at all, but meh. You don't have to read my ramblings. ._.