In the eyes of a dreamer [Meanie]

Fucked up - Crack

[A/n: lots of cursing, and..stuff]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Mingyu was running around in endless circles, impossibly tripping against every single furniture that were once arranged neatly. Personal belongings were scattered around the house, and although it was spacious, majority of the space was devoted to a monstrous pile of clothes. The man was trying to shove everything into a single duffle bag, all the while trying to squeeze his brain to think of a name.

He's dying. He's fucking dying and I haven't arranged anything yet. Fucking good job, Kim Mingyu.

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It was three in the morning when Wonwoo started squirming around in bed. The shorter kept on groaning and shifting, while his giant of a husband was still in deep slumber. He tried to nudge Mingyu with his foot, but to no avail. The man-baby was snoring loudly, drool dripping down his chin. Wonwoo called his name several times, with a moan punctuating every word, but his efforts were useless. Shit.

Just when he couldn't take anymore pain, he stuck to his final resort. With the deep-ass voice of his, he screamed.

KIM MINGYU WAKE UP YOU FAT ASS HE'S COMING OH FUCK I CAN FEEL I-AaaaAahh!

And with that the head of the Kim household awoke with a gay-ass (not that he isn't) squeal and fell face-first to the carpet. He climbed up back to the bed only to find the pristine sheets completely soaked and his beloved taking deep breaths and counting from 1 to 10. Well Shit.

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! TAKE. ME. TO THE HOSPITAL.

Mingyu scrambled to his feet and fell. Again. When he finally regained his balance, the giant sprinted to their cabinet to at least put some pants on and rushed back to the king-sized bed to fetch his husband in labor.

The way to the car had been no easy task, as the younger just wont. Stop. Tripping. Over anything. Wonwoo flailed his arms around, hitting the taller at the back of his head, all the while screaming that he would never forgive Mingyu if something happened to their little one.

Alas, they arrived. Mingyu started the engine with shaking hands. The couple's journey to the hospital has begun.

Kim Mingyu and his mouth are two completely separate beings. The latter practically has a mind of its own. Therefore, Kim Mingyu has a loud mouth. A nervous Kim Mingyu has a mouth ten times louder. And right now, Kim Mingyu is unstoppable.

He rambled on and on during the whole 15-minute drive, never stopping to take a breath. He baffled nonsense, explaining why exactly the sky is blue and argued how pancakes should be given the proper recognition they deserve. His knuckles were becoming white, and surprisingly the steering wheel stayed intact.

His wife was holding on to his other hand for dear life, gritting his teeth and counting. Counting... still counting...

FIVE HUNDRED FUCKING FORTY NINE KIM MINGYU PARK THE CAR.NOW.

The latter slammed on the brakes as soon as they arrived. No words were spoken as a deranged topless man who forgot to button his jeans carried his pregnant husband (no better with only Mingyu's oversized shirt) to the hospital.

Time stopped. People stared. Doctors and nurses seemed to have their jaws dropped. The old granny suddenly stood up from her wheelchair. The blind girl declared she could see angels. The mute man screamed.

SOMEONE GET ME TO THE DAMN OPERATING ROOM MY BOY IS COMING.

And an herd of vacant nurses started rushing to the couple. One of them, however, not-so-discreetely made a show to brush those hard, tan abs of Mingyu. Wrong move. Definitely wrong. RIP.

Cue Kim Wonwoo gripping the nurse's hair and yanking until her scalp screamed in pain.

GET AWAY. FROM. MY. HUSBAND. DO YOU WANNA KNOW REAL AGONY HUH?!

Basically the hallway became a war zone until three doctors (and two guards) had to manhandle Wonwoo away from Mingyu (and the nurse's hair). But let's not focus on that.

The taller almost, almost, barged in to the operating room if not for the guards holding him back. He started pacing back and forth endlessly, biting his fingernails until he was sure one more bite would cause blood to drip. That was, until he remembered.

OH MY GOD THE BAG. I FORGOT THE BAG. AND THE BABY STILL HAS NO NAME. WE FUCKED UP.

The giant sped onto the driveway to retrieve the forgotten baby bag (and think of a name).

And that was the story of how a certain Kim Mingyu fucked up parenthood.

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End of part 1