Our Little Sunflower

Chapter 1: What Now?

(Hours later)

Joong awoke to a numbness in his left arm.

        As his senses slowly "woke up", he was greeted with a smell that filled the whole room.
It was a calming honey-fruit scent of sunflowers mixed with aromatic Viognier wine.

Joong looked beside him.

        There lay his sunflower, who was in a deep slumber.

Seeing such a sight, a smile would have usually formed on Joong's face... if it wasn't for the fact that Joong had no recollection whatsoever of last night.

Rubbing his eyes, he turned back to look at his boyfriend. He then payed attention and realized something.

There were tear stains on Dunk's cheeks and tiny, fresh teardrops in the corner of his eyes.

A worried Joong softly caressed the other's face while calling out.

"Dunk, baby, wake up."

After few attempts, Dunk's eyes slowly fluttered open.

When he saw Joong's face, a lump formed in his throat and he wanted to cry even more.

Joong pulled him close and embraced his still naked body. This unexplainable feeling of fear causes him to whisper.

"Teerak*, why are you crying? What happened?"

Dunk understood perfectly well that Joong probably couldn't remember his own actions while in a rut. He knew that it was not controlled because his Joong would never act on his own like that without asking for consent.

But still, is was hard to accept.

So, he refused to speak, letting his tears flow once again. When his mind calmed down enough, he began to scold Joong.

"Do you not remember anything you did?"

Joong helplessly shook his head.

Dunk huffed, "You went into a rut and knotted me, Ai Joong!"

Joong felt his heart stop. His eyes widened.

"Wh-"

"Yeah, you knotted me, you Aisat*!"

"..."

Dunk then lowered his voice a bit. He burrowed into the covers deeper.

"I'm definitely pregnant," his muffled voice said through the sheets.

"I..."

Joong choked for words.

Seconds went by. He didn't know what to say nor where to start.

"...I'm sorry."

Dunk cutely stuck his head back out, just enough for Joong to see a pair of sparkly eyes staring straight at him.

Blinking away droplets from his delicate lashes, Dunk replied, "It's useless to blame you. What's happened already happened, we can't change that. I just wanted you to be aware."

"...I'm sorry," Joong repeated in a whisper, "it must've hurt a lot."

Dunk rolled his eyes, "Yeah, no shit."

Joong released his embrace and took his arms off of Dunk, feeling more guilty.

"Hey," Dunk pulled Joong back, "it's ok, I'm not upset."

Then in a small voice he continues, "We'll just... figure out a way to raise the baby."

"Huh?"

Joong couldn't believe his ears. He thought he'd heard wrong.

The tips of Dunk's ears were burning with a tinted red. A faint sunflower smell was leaked from Dunk's pheromone glands.

        He pinched Joong on the arm.

"I'm not repeating myself."

His boyfriend tugged at the blankets to uncover his now fully hidden face. A wide grin escaped as a wave of relief washed over him.

"Are you being serious? Please don't joke with me, Dunk. Are you really willing to have my child?"

"I'm already like this, what else do you want me to do? It still hurts so leave me alone," an annoyed and shy Dunk yelled.

And with that, Joong was shoved off the bed.

(to be continued)

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*Thai Vocab:
1. Teerak- love, darling
2. Aisat- asshole

JZ:
Ok, so... how's that for a first chapter? Too short? Too long? Too boring?

Do you guys want different POVs?

And to P'Joong (in this story) I want to say- You must've been waiting for this moment, weren't you? Or else why were you so happy?