Mingled Round 🍭 ateez slash challenge [⏯]

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bottom!Seonghwa
Top!Mingi

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“You’re joking, right?” Seonghwa stared at the thin strip of plastic in his hand like it had just confessed it was the one responsible for the global warming crisis. The double pink lines stared back at him, smug and unwavering. “This… this can’t be real.”

From across the room, Mingi was lounging on the couch, shirt unbuttoned halfway, a slice of pizza dangling lazily from his hand. He squinted at Seonghwa, then took another bite before mumbling, “Well, it’s either real or you ate something radioactive and your body’s gone full sci-fi mode.”

Seonghwa glared at him, his other hand pressed protectively against his flat stomach. “How can you be so calm about this? I’m a man, Mingi! Men don’t just—” He paused, shaking the offending pregnancy test in his hand. “—get pregnant!”

Mingi chewed thoughtfully, wiping his hands on his jeans like he was about to share some sage wisdom. “Clearly, you’ve never watched enough late-night soap operas. Anything’s possible if the plot demands it.”

“This is not some cheesy soap opera!” Seonghwa snapped, his voice cracking under the pressure. “I’m going to have a baby. YOUR baby!”

Mingi blinked, then grinned so wide it looked like his face might split in half. “Well, what can I say? I have strong swimmers.”

Seonghwa threw a pillow at him. It hit Mingi square in the chest, but the giant man barely flinched, his grin still intact. “This isn’t funny, Mingi. How am I supposed to deal with this? People will think I’m some kind of… freak science experiment!”

Mingi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he gave Seonghwa a once-over. “Honestly, babe, I think you’re overthinking this. You’re already dramatic on a good day, and now you’re, what? Hormonal? This is going to be fun.”

“FUN?” Seonghwa’s voice pitched an octave higher. “You think this is fun? My life is over. OVER.” He began pacing the room, his hands flailing as he ranted. “I’m going to balloon up like a blimp, waddle around like a penguin, and then—oh god—how does it even come OUT?”

Mingi couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his deep voice echoing through the apartment. “Okay, okay, I admit that last part’s a little terrifying. But you’ll figure it out. You’re smart. And flexible.”

Seonghwa turned to him, horrified. “Did you just compliment my flexibility in the middle of this crisis?”

“I mean, you’re really flexible.” Mingi wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh my god, you’re the worst,” Seonghwa groaned, flopping onto the couch beside him. He buried his face in his hands, muttering, “Why did I ever agree to sleep with you?”

Mingi wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close with a smirk. “Because I’m irresistible. And let’s not forget, this”— he gestured at Seonghwa’s stomach—“is proof that we have, like, Olympic-level chemistry.”

Seonghwa gave him a deadpan look. “This is not the kind of chemistry I wanted.”

A week later, Seonghwa found himself standing in the middle of a baby store, glaring at a wall full of tiny onesies that all seemed to have some variation of “Daddy’s Little Angel” or “Future CEO.” Mingi was beside him, holding up a neon green onesie that read “Party in My Crib, Bring a Bottle.”

“This one’s perfect,” Mingi said, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“For who? A nightclub baby?” Seonghwa snatched the onesie out of his hands and tossed it back onto the rack. “We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, and you’re already picking outfits like it’s your mini-me.”

Mingi shrugged. “Why not? The kid’s going to have my swag anyway.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. “The only thing this kid is going to inherit from you is your terrible taste in jokes.”

Mingi gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “You wound me, Seonghwa. You really do.”

Seonghwa ignored him, moving further down the aisle. But then, something caught his eye—a tiny onesie with a cartoon slice of pizza on it and the words “Made with Love and Pizza.” He paused, staring at it for a long moment.

Mingi sidled up beside him, peeking over his shoulder. “You like that one?”

Seonghwa sighed. “It’s cute. But it feels… real, you know? Like, this is actually happening.”

Mingi softened, wrapping an arm around Seonghwa’s waist. “Hey, we’ve got this. I mean, sure, it’s weird and kind of terrifying, but we’re in it together. Right?”

Seonghwa glanced at him, his lips twitching upward despite himself. “Right. But if you call me ‘mommy’ one more time in public, I’m leaving you.”

Mingi grinned, leaning down to whisper, “Only in public?”

Seonghwa groaned. “I can’t believe I’m having a baby with you.”

“Believe it, babe,” Mingi said, grabbing the pizza onesie and tossing it into their cart. “Because this kid is going to have the coolest, most chaotic parents ever.”

Seonghwa couldn’t argue with that. “God help this child.”