Forbidden Fruit: An Enhypen Romance

Eleven- Congratulations

I still felt bloated and a little nauseous the next morning, so I skipped breakfast and just had a cup of honey tea. I took it straight to my room for work, and as I sat the tea down, I saw a note with a heart drawn on it tucked beneath my laptop.

I smiled and opened the letter, taking in the scent of Heeseung's cologne that he spritzed on the paper.

My Hana,

I know you're not feeling the best, and I hate that I have to work and can't take care of you as much as I would like to. But, I made you a little something to help ease your rumbly tummy, and I hope you know that I love you more and more with every breath I take. I want you to remember that even when we're apart, you're all I think about, my heart is always with you.

–Hee ♥

"Hana," said Sejin as he peeked into my room.

Thinking quickly, I stuffed the note into my mouth.

"Hmm?" I muffled.

"Book an appointment with StacyC's manager. I'd like to have dinner with him tomorrow night."

"Mmhmm" I nodded, acting totally natural. Yeah, right.

Sejin cocked his eyebrow, eyeing me in a concerned way.

"You know, Hana... It's not good to put so much food in your mouth at once. You could choke." he said, tapping the door frame with his hand before finally walking away.

I sighed and pulled the dry piece of paper from my mouth, shaking it dry before folding it and putting it in my desk drawer. My foot bumped into something under my desk and I looked to see what it was. A small basket filled with light salty snacks like crackers and chips along with a thermos full of Maesil-cha, a plum tea known to help with tummy troubles. I smiled and took a small bag of salty crackers from the basket. My boyfriend is the best, I thought, munching on one of the flaky snacks.

I guess I'd been drinking too much tea, because it seemed like every time I turned around I had to pee. I was barely able to get any work done because I was constantly running to the bathroom and back. My body is apparently retaliating against me. I couldn't pinpoint what was going on and decided to take the rest of the day off and go to the clinic, just to get checked out.

I didn't worry much about it, I just figured it was some sort of UTI or something giving me trouble.

I was called back to see the doctor, but before I did I was asked to give a urine sample to test the severity of the infection among other things. I waited for what seemed like forever in the cool sterile room, more than ready to get my antibiotics and get back home.

The doctor finally entered the room, a large smile stretched across his face.

"So Miss Mori, I hear congratulations are in order." he said.

"Congratulations?" I chuckled. "I'm not sure I understand." I answered.

"Your test, it came back positive." He said.

Now I was really confused. Is a UTI cause for congratulations these days?

"I didn't know an infection was celebratory, doctor." I laughed nervously.

"Well that's a first. I've never heard it called an infection before," he said, looking at my chart on the clipboard. "Most women are usually ecstatic to hear that they're expecting."

"Expecting?... Expecting what?"

"Why a baby, Miss Mori. You're pregnant."

My stomach back-flipped into my spine. Anxiety welled up inside me, spilling into my mouth and coating my teeth with a cool metallic prickle. My eyes began to blur, my ears rang with a high pitched tone. This can't be real– This isn't happening!

"Miss Mori?" asked the doctor, his voice sounding muffled and disoriented.

"I- But- No...I... I can't be..." I babbled, tears pouring down my face. I held my face in my hands and rested my elbows on my knees.

"Calm down Miss Mori," said the doctor, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"No you don't understand. It was just once! I can't be–" I couldn't even say it.

"Well, Once is all it takes Miss Mori. And you are definitely pregnant. About 4 weeks, I imagine, given the date of your last menstrual cycle." He said, patting my back.

"Oh my god..." I cried.

"It's alright, women have babies every day. You'll be just fine."

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion from that moment on. He handed me a bottle of prenatal vitamins, and a list of OBGYN's in the area. My hands shook so hard that the pills rattled in the bottle. I sat in the cab on the way home, feeling hopeless and just drained from the news. I didn't want to think about it, I especially didn't want to think about telling Heeseung. That would ruin him. A child so young, AND out of wedlock during the height of his carer? It'll ruin everything. I can't tie him down with a child!

I got home and walked up to the dorms. I did my best to dry my tears and hide my swollen face as I walked inside. The boys were all sitting on the couch watching some show I didn't pay much attention to.

"Hey Hana! Come hang out with us, we're getting McDonalds!" said Jake

"Micky-D's!" shouted Sunoo.

The very mention of food made my stomach lurch, and I found myself running to the bathroom to throw up. Heeseung ran after me, knocking on the door to see if I was alright. His voice was concerned and as much as I wanted to run into his arms and just be comforted by him, I just couldn't. The guilt ate me alive.

"I'm okay..." I whimpered. "I just– I think I'm going to turn in early tonight. I don't feel well!" I called through the door. I hovered over the toilet, slumping down beside it with my head resting against the seat.

"Hana, can I come in? I'm worried about you." he asked.

"No, I don't want you to see me like this." I answered, my voice trembling.

Later that night, I laid in bed curled up into myself. My stomach was sore from throwing up, and I just felt exhausted from the day I had. I heard my door open gently, and felt Heeseungs warmth as he wrapped his arms around me under the blanket.

"Are you alright?" He asked, snuggling against my back.

"Fine..." I sighed, curling up into myself tighter.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know." he whispered, kissing the back of my hair.

"I know..." I lied.

He placed his hand around my stomach, rubbing it gently.

"I'm sorry you feel ill. I promise I'll take care of you." he sighed.

Tears streamed down my face. 

What have I done?..