Part Of Him | Park Seonghwa

Chapter 22

As we talk, I felt thirsty eating the cookies she prepared for us. I excused myself and asks for her permission to get myself a glass water. "Let me get it." I wave my hand dismissively, telling her that I'll be fine and I need to move around too. With a worried look she let me go back to kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, I heard a shattered of glass making me flinch. "What happened?!" I could hear the fright in her voice, as I look for the source of the shattered glass.

I felt her hands on my shoulder, then my eyes meet the person who stood in front of the shattered glass. "Hongjoong! What are you thinking?" She went to get something, I'm guessing to use clean the mess.

"Morgan?" He walk towards me and I freeze on my track. His eyes scanned me, and his face look like he had seen a ghost. He slowly point my big tummy, swallowing the lump on his throat. "Y-You're pregnant?" He blink, flabbergasted. He run a hand through his hair. He was distress. I nodded looking down, fiddling my fingers. "Who is the father?"

I bit my lip and looked up at him. I can't lie, because I planned of telling this to Seonghwa when the time is right. "The father is Seonghwa." I can't look at him straight in the eyes. He move closer to me, holding my shoulders telling me to look at him.

"Tell him, he should know about this." He was about to spin around, when I hold his arm shaking my head, giving him a pleading look. "Morgan, he has the right, do you know how messed up he is when you left?" I looked at the ground, feeling the tears that are threatening to fall anytime soon. I'm guilty too, but I just don't want his parents getting mad at him for what happened. "Is this why you left?" Without looking up I nod. "Then --" I stopped him, showing him the most convincing look I can ever muster.

"Please Hongjoong don't." I shake my head vigorously, grasping on his arm tightly. "His parents might kick him out of their house. Please don't." I cried.

"Morgan, they won't. They love him so much and they're understanding, they are a good parents and will never do what you were thinking."

"Please Hongjoong," I repeatedly shook my head, with my tears flowing down my cheeks. "I will tell him, but not yet. Please." He sighed nodding and pulled me for a hug.

"Hush now, I won't tell him. Don't worry." Then he pull away cupping my face and smile, so this is the smile I kept on seeing to grandma. He turn around to see grandma cleaning the shattered glass. He take the broom away from her and told her, he'll take care of it.

"So you know each other?"

"We are friends." She nodded as understanding, then told Hongjoong to bring us water on the garden. As we sat down, I explained to grandma how I and Hongjoong met, how we became friends. But excluded the part where I had a crush on Hongjoong. We can't tell them that.

Hongjoong brought us not just a water, but also a juice. He poured it to my glass and handed it to me. I gladly took the glass, mouthing a small thank you. "You didn't gain much weight." Hongjoong point out while looking at my figure. He received a hit from grandma, making him wince and pout. "I was just saying." He sit down on a chair between us, grandma.

"Not every pregnant woman gain weight during pregnancy Hongjoong." Grandma give him displeased look, Hongjoong apologizing while I chuckle.

"Most of my cravings are raw vegetables, maybe that explains." Hongjoong snort as he heard me. I pinch his arm, but it only made him laugh more.

Grandma smiled. "Hongjoong, don't stress her out." She gave him a warning look. And the following seconds, we talk. I and Hongjoong catching up on each other.

"How's Seonghwa?" I put my both forearm on the table, my attention focus on Hongjoong. He glance at me, thinking for a moment.

"So far, he's doing great." He answered with a shrug and continue. "Unlike the first week, you know, the time you sent him the letter. He locked himself up, his parents willing to do everything, just so he will come out." I listen intently, feeling bad to what I brought him to. I wish I can meet him right now. I want to hug him. He chuckle recalling the time they spent together.

He told me about them, eating together late at night, when Seonghwa felt emotional. He tell me about this girl, keep on approaching Seonghwa, even he doesn't really like to see her, but has no choice but to acknowledge her, since it's the daughter of his parents' business partner. While listening to him, about that girl, my heart stung. Because I know, anytime, Seonghwa can be all over her. As what Hongjoong said, she's beautiful.

"Is she sexy?" Hongjoong cough, pushing his chair backwards and look down, coughing. I pout at his reaction, I can feel he'll say yes. It made me feel not on the mood anymore. Grandma rub his back, as I look at somewhere else. "Don't answer, I know what you're going to say." He tried reaching for me but I dodge his hand. "No, I'm okay." I sigh and stood up. "I will go home now, grandma." She smiled, nodding and send me out.

Hongjoong running behind her. "Wait, I'll send you home." He offer. I entered Hongjoong's car, waving at grandma as we drive away. While on the way, I asked him if we could pass by the mall, because there's something that caught my eye. It's for baby. "Morgan, what is the gender of the baby?" He looked at my tummy, smiling widely.

I caress it and answer him. "It's a boy." His smile grew wider, asking again if I'm telling the truth. And when I assured him, he got more excited. "Seonghwa will love this!" My eyes widen, slapping his arm.

"Don't you dare." I glared at him, making sure he'll shut his mouth. And he closed his mouth, showing me a zipping gesture. Using my two fingers, I point my eyes and back at him. Since it's on the second floor, we used the escalator, and before going there, I saw an ice cream parlour. Hongjoong's phone ring, and I made my way to the parlour, standing at the entrance, my eyes wander at their menu.

"Excuse me? Can you move out of the way?" I heard someone said behind me. It sounded annoyed and so impolite. "Hey, are you deaf!" Before I can get the chance to move, I felt her hand on my shoulder, and forcefully push me aside, giving me a look, I saw how annoyed her face is. "Gosh!" I watch her back, and saw her sanitized her hands, making me feel disgusted.

I pressed my lips into thin line, as I held back my tears. "Are you okay Morgan? Are you hurt?" Hongjoong held my shoulder, helping me stand properly. I put my hand on my tummy, telling him I want to go home. "Are you sure?" I nod. "Wait here for a while." He left me on the corner, as he enter the ice cream parlour. Few minutes later, he got out holding two ice cream. "Since it's boy, he might like strawberry too, just like Seonghwa." I take the ice cream, smiling and lick the ice cream.

"Mmm so yummy." I savour the ice cream, and follow Hongjoong to his car. We ate the ice cream inside, talking about nothing, laughing and making fun of each other. Until my apartment come in the view. "I'll go first, take care Hongjoong." I waved at him and watch as his car fade to my sight. I sigh as I look at the stairs, I felt lazy to climb it up, but I have to because our flat is on the second floor. I lazily drag my feet each steps, feeling breathless.

"Do you need help?" I look to my left side and there's a girl, I think younger than me, offering her hand. I smiled, holding it. Once we reached the second floor, I let go of her hand, and put mine on my hips bending backward a little. I pant, catching my breath.

"Thank you." I flash her a smile, and tell her that I'm near, so she don't have to help me anymore. I wave at her, and enter the flat.