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[languri]

Went through my k-music folder and I just started giggling like a fuckin dumbass thinking about my ship help??¿?

[brotbrotbrotlamb]

pocky

by breadandlamb

warnings: none

words: 1.6k

lamb, bread and their friends play the pocky game. meanwhile, xiaolongbao does not regret a single thing.

in case you are confused, the food names are pseudonyms for actual people. you can tell i was (and still am) hungry.

"what did you even have planned?" pudding asks xiaolongbao, raising her eyebrows. "you couldn't possibly have expected us to play mafia forever, could you?"

"dude, relax," xiaolongbao replies flippantly, disappearing from the room and reappearing with two boxes of chocolate pocky in her hands. she turns to the other nine people in the room and exclaims, "we're gonna play the pocky game now! aren't i such a genius, guys?"

there's a mixed response; half of the people, knowing what it was, either groaned loudly or demanded a change of game, while the other half just stared blankly at their host.

"what's," gelato finally asks, "the pocky game?"

"oh, it's like really simple—" "we're not playing that!" "shuddup, jalapeño!" "—spin the bottle—" "no way am i—" "—eat two ends of pocky—" "what the fuc—"

"what," gelato deadpans, before holding his hands out. "be quiet, you guys! i can't even hear xiaolongbao!"

"it's like spin the bottle but the two people chosen will have to eat a— eat a po— oh my god," jelly starts to explain, but doesn't get halfway through before facepalming hard. "xiaolongbao, must we really?"

"yes," xiaolongbao tells her, trying to hide the most devious smile on her face. "yes, we must. i am the host and you must listen to me, okay?"

"wait, so what happens after?"

"what do you mean?"

"what's the aim of the game?"

"whoever pulls away first will have to do a forfeit," xiaolongbao says, "which is decided by the other person." the room once again descends into chaos as the five boys and five girls attempt to talk over one another. "okay, guys, guys! if you can't stand it, we'll just play one round. one round, okay?"

"that doesn't really make it better, you know," durian narrows his eyes.

"xiaolongbao, i swear to god you have some trick up your sleeve!" lamb accuses, pointing an index finger at her friend. said friend's grin widens upon hearing her words, before she coughs conspicuously and denies it. "no, i really don't trust xiaolongbao."

"c'mon, guys, it's just one round," pudding persuades, "it won't hurt."

after three very loud minutes of arguing and talking over each other, they decide to play just one round by a majority vote.

(xiaolongbao is positively screaming on the inside.)

her lips trembling with the effort with which she's concealing her smile, she places the empty, opaque bottle down on the floor. resting her two hands on the opposite ends of the bottle, she pushes it in two different directions, sending it spinning wildly.

"oh my god, if it's me, i will leave this room."

"don't be a spoilsport, sorbet."

as the bottle slows down, the group of friends gathered in a circle tense noticeably, with some holding their breath as if awaiting a verdict. the tip of the bottle points at kimchi... at pudding... at durian... at bread...

it stops, pointing directly at bread.

said guy lets out a "WHAT THE FUCK" and slams his fist against the rug as the others around him either start cackling, patting his back while thanking god it wasn't them, or praying that the next one wouldn't be them.

"if the next one isn't lamb, i'm giving up on christianity."

"YOU'RE NOT EVEN CHRISTIAN."

"of course i'm not christian, i'm gelato."

"oh my god shut up."

"bread SPIN THE BOTTLE!"

all eyes are on the bottle as it turns, the atmosphere somehow tenser than before.

"bread, that was a really bad spin."

"what the—"

"oh my god oh my god it's nearing me!"

"shut up and watch!"

"fuck no make it move! don't stop! don't stop here!"

"wait, guys, it's moving to lamb!"

"no, it's not! it's going to stop at jelly!"

"daughter, stop lying!"

"you stop lying, mom!"

there's a moment in which the world itself seems to wait with bated breath as the bottle slows down, the tip pointing to a point right in the middle of jelly and lamb. then there's a small inch towards lamb— "NO, DON'T STOP AT ME! NO!"— another infinitesimal increment, before it finally halts, just a millimeter or two away from the centre. 

"HOLY SHIT, LEAD!"

"IT'S FATE!"

"KISS! KISS! KISS!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"NO NO NO NO NO NO—"

"LEAD IS THE BEST SHIT— I MEAN SHIP—"

"LEAD!"

"I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU!"

"i'm leaving the room," lamb announces, getting to her feet and making a run for the door, only to nearly trip after xiaolongbao grabs her ankles. "what the HELL, XIAOLONGBAO! I COULD HAVE FALLEN!"

"you have to keep your promise!" xiaolongbao finds it too hard to even attempt to hide her grin. handing the other girl, whose expression is a strange mix of fury, absolute mortification and excitement, the bag of pocky, xiaolongbao hoves her lightly in the direction of the middle of the circle, where bread's desperately trying to crawl away from. "lamb! it was fate! just hurry up!"

"do it already!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," lamb lets out an almost guttural scream, silencing the entire room immediately. she looks surprised herself. "oh. i didn't mean that. i just needed to let out my emotions."

"YOUR LOVE FOR BREAD, YOU MEAN!"

"SHUT UP, KIMCHI, I WILL STAB YOU—"

it takes a few more minutes of screaming and shoving before the two chosen ones are finally standing opposite each other, both of their eyes averted. lamb's cheeks are flushed and completely red, as if she spread crimson matte lipstick all over her face and left it to dry, while bread�� the author would like to add a disclaimer at this point that she has never seen bread in person except 4.11 so she has absolutely no idea how he would react under these circumstances, but we can all dream and hope that he is internally dying while trying to be stone-faced.

"uh, just saying, no awkward feelings later, rig—"

"THEY'RE SO CU—"

"shut UP AND DON'T INTERRUPT THEIR MOMENT!"

lamb's face grows steadily redder while bread sends his best death glare at the person who had dared disrupt them. 

"duh, no awkward feelings," he says, before motioning to the pocky between your fingers. "let's just hurry up. i can forfeit if you want."

"okay, i'll just give you an easy forfeit."

"THAT'S CHEATING—"

"SHUT UP MAN!"

lamb shakily places the coated end of the pocky into her mouth as bread moves forward and takes the other, uncoated end into his. the "spectators" observe every single miniscule movement, not wanting to miss a single moment. hell, three people even have their phones out and recording.

the first bite sends a shockwave through the room. then another. and another. and another, until their faces are mere centimetres apart and lamb and bread can both see the tiny imperfections on each other's skin. 

lamb's eyes widen slightly, as if to say to bread, "your turn. you can forfeit now." she even starts to tilt backwards a little, fully preparing for the moment bread lets go and declares that he has forfeited.

(however, there's a little gleam in his eye that she catches far too late.

"i lied," he suddenly says, before smiling and placing his hands on her waist. he captures her lips in a searing kiss, much to the thunderous applause in the room.

he then leans back, leaving lamb completely blown away and breathless. "you're so sweet, baby sheep—")

SIKE, YOU THIRSTY LEAD SHIPPERS! THEY MIGHT BE EIGHTEEN BUT I AM NOT ABOUT TO WRITE A KISS SCENE BECAUSE WHAT THE HECK THAT IS SO WEIRD :no: DO NOT CROSS THAT LINE

in reality, bread lets go and announces that he has forfeited.

"NOOOOOO!"

"BREAD YOU WEAK ASS—"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE KISSED!"

"LEAD! LEAD!"

"shut up, you all," lamb forces out, somehow looking shakier than she did before she started. xiaolongbao supposes it's because the events of the day are starting to truly sink in. "anyway, bread, your dare… uh… is to pick up the rug and roll it around yourself."

"that's such a boring dare—"

"duh, they're lovers, lamb wouldn't hurt bread!"

"too soft!"

ignoring the commentary, bread reaches down to lift the rug up. suddenly, he freezes, narrowing his eyes at where he sat before.

" xiaolongbao..." he says slowly, almost menacingly, "care to explain why there is a magnet exactly where i sat just now as well as where lamb sat just now?"

eight pairs of eyes turn to look at the ground, where two objects, obviously magnets with their red and blue poles, lie on the ground, previously covered by the mat.

"holy shit, is that why the bottle—"

"OH SHIT, BYE, GOTTA RUN!" xiaolongbao throws the door open and storms downstairs, her footsteps echoing throughout the corridor like a raging herd of buffalo.

“XIAOLONGBAO I WILL MURDER YOUR STUPID ASS!"

"XIAOLONGBAO GET THE FUCK BACK HERE—"

xiaolongbao cackles while she slips on her shoes. "YOU GUYS STILL FELL FOR IT THOUGH!"

she's mildly concerned, seeing the faces of lamb and bread, both distorted from extreme fury, rushing straight for her.

but you know what? though she might be murdered in a few more seconds by a pair of raging lovebirds, she doesn't regret her decision at all. not a single bit. especially because it's lead.

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