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Timed Prompt - Juvenile Delinquent (10 min)

“Nope, everything’s fine,” Kyungsoo answers slowly, an odd feeling of dread sweeping down on him.

“Well, the reason I ask,” Mr. Kim starts, tenting his fingers on the table between them, “Is because Baekhyun has been...ah, unusually aggressive with the other children lately.”

“Oh,” Kyungsoo says to fill the silence.

“Yeah...” Mr. Kim drawls out. Clearly, he’s uncomfortable broaching this topic, but it’s no picnic here for Kyungsoo either. “So typically, these kinds of outbursts are due to...new changes at home or...” He trails off, probably hoping for Kyungsoo to jump in and help.

“Well, nothing’s going on,” Kyungsoo says, perhaps a little too snappy. He’s feeling defensive.

“Or perhaps a change in diet?” Mr. Kim offers.

“Mr. Kim, look-”

“Jongin,” Mr. Kim corrects.

“Whatever,” Kyungsoo replies, waving his hand dismissively at the interruption. “There’s nothing wrong with my son.”

“Oh, of course there isn’t!” Mr. Kim rushes out loudly, holding his hands up. “However...he did scratch one of his friends’ face and then he pushed a little girl and stole someone’s banana pudding. And then some of his drawings, well...”

Kyungsoo gulps as he watches Mr. Kim push the pieces of paper across the table. Heavily black and red jagged crayon lines, depicting a child’s version of a horror movie, full of vague red splotches of blood and gore. Well.

“Mr. Do?” the teacher asks after a minute goes by.

“We were watching Resident Evil the other night,” Kyungsoo explains. “I know it’s violent, but like...you know.”

“Well, I don’t think we could say that zombie movies can make him go steal people’s lunches,” Mr. Kim blurts out before his eyes go wide and his mouth closes with a soft ‘pop’. Yeah, you really overstepped with that one, buddy.

“Excuse me?” Kyungsoo asks.

“I’m sorry,” Mr. Kim apologizes quickly. “I was just wanting to help... Baekhyun’s typically a very sweet kid, and it’s just odd to see this transformation. Is....he like this at home too or?”

He watches Mr. Kim - Jongin - squirm under his gaze as Kyungsoo stares at the teacher’s face while he figures out his thoughts. Well. Yeah, but... “He found out he was adopted,” he says, licking over his lower lip.

“Oh...wow, yeah, that’d be something big for a child,” Mr. Kim says.

“Well, it wasn’t just that,” Kyungsoo mutters, scrubbing at his eyes. “My husband at the time, he hasn’t been by to see Baekhyun in months now, since he’s too busy with some new boy toy, and then he found out the adoption thing...I’m assuming from here, since someone explained to him that two men can’t make a baby.”

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Timed Prompt (10m) - Space Kitties (XiuKai for @1tinyheart)

“Name?” the clerk asks, not even bothering to look away from his riveting game of Solitaire.

Minseok clears his throat. “Xiu-...Xiumin,” he mutters, sliding his funds card through the slot. It was a stupid idea to use an alias, considering his real name was embossed right across the card, and all of his credentials would load on the screen. Thinking about it now makes him sweat.

The clerk pats blindly for the card and swipes. It has to process, he knows this, but a part of him keeps envisioning iron bars dropping down and intergalactic detectives descending from holes in the ceiling. It’s all legal. It’s all consensual. But he’s a human, and things like this aren’t exactly common on Earth, so that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach refuses to settle.

Beep. Green light. Good to go. “Room 88,” the clerk informs him in a bored tone. “Tips are appreciated for all of staff, not just the dancer. Enjoy.” With that, he taps Minseok’s card against a separate machine marked “TIP JAR” with “cum dumpster” graffitied in neon green underneath along with some other vulgarities, before sliding it back through the slot.

It’s a short walk. The hall smells like some of the moon’s local herbs, which is odd until Minseok considers how it’s supposed to be the equivalent of catnip for some of the locals. Room 86...Room 87...and here he is. He palms the small panel, swallowing hard as the door retracts into the wall.

The room is larger than he expected. He’s sure it’s decorated tastefully. He’s sure it’s clean. But one step past the threshold, the door shutting behind him with a soft schick, and all he can focus on is the man on the golden silk sheets.

The chain clinks as the man rolls over to face him, upside down on the bed, tilting his head upward to look Minseok’s way. His large eyes are kohl-lined, spotted ears twitching as his thick lips curl into a wicked smirk. He’s nude, fully, save for the black collar around his neck. The chain attached to it winds in loose loops down his right arm, where he holds the other end out toward Minseok. His tail swishes as the smirk spreads into a beautiful smile. “Don’t be shy,” he purrs, alluring and warm. “I only bite a little.”