“Marry me.”
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The beeping of machines pounded in his ear. The cold air made his body shiver. The smell of antiseptic was all-too-familiar for his nose.
“How is he, doctor?” he asked, his fingers fiddling with one another.
“I’m afraid that his condition has worsened. He has been put on dialysis and will have to remain on it until a suitable match has been found. He is currently asleep. I’m so sorry.”
The doctor left with his team, leaving the boy staring at them. He sank to his knees, collapsing on the floor.
The tears didn’t stop as he crawled back onto the chair, after a nurse had checked in on him and tried to help him back onto the row of chairs.
“Dad…” he cried, wrapping his arms around his stomach.
Getting up from his seat, he rushed to the restroom nearby, nausea hitting him suddenly. He didn’t make it there fast enough though, throwing up right outside it.
“Omg Sir! Are you okay?” a young nurse came rushing up to him, calling for help from the other staff.
Soon, a few nurses surrounded him, each calling respective people for help. A cleaner showed up to clean up the mess, and another nurse showed up with a wheelchair.
“I-I’m fine, really, I’m not even a patient here, I’m just here for my father-” he tried to protest but they weren’t having any of it.
“Sir, I don’t care if you weren’t a patient here because you are one now. And it is our duty to check up on you first,” the youngest nurse said firmly, pushing him into one of the consultation rooms.
“B-But I can’t afford it! I can’t afford to pay for a consultation!”
Another nurse whom he presumed to be of a higher level followed them, closing the door as they entered.
“It’s okay, we won’t charge you for this.” That was enough to shut him up.
She took his blood pressure, height and weight as a standard procedure before asking him about his symptoms, to which he was unable to say a single thing about because he couldn’t remember any episode like this.
“Well, if you haven’t eaten since yesterday night, it shouldn’t be food poisoning, but it also isn’t far enough for it to be a gastric problem…” she pondered, getting up to grab something from the cupboard.
“Eunji-ah… you think…?” the older nurse looked at her in shock.
“It’s unlikely, but it’s possible,” she said, handing a long box, about the size of his palm to him.
“A… a pregnancy test?” he asked, not believing his eyes.
“Yes.”
“But… It’s not possible, is it?”
“It’s rare, but possible all the same. Plus, it would explain your nausea.”
He picked up the test, going into the toilet to do it. He heard the nurses exit the room as he peed onto the stick, washing his hands and exiting the toilet.
“They must have left me alone…” he thought, placing the stick on the table. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing a message from his boyfriend.
statue of liberty 💘
babe, where are you? you said you wld be home by 5!
He sighed, deciding to text him back, explaining himself. He was about to hit send when the pregnancy test caught his eye, the results out already.
2 lines.
It was positive.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Nothing about this made any sense.
Picking up his phone, he pressed the call button, holding it up to his ears.
“Babe?” the receiver picked up immediately.
“Sangie… I have something to tell you.”
“What’s up?”
“I’m pregnant.”
There was a pause. A minute of silence. A minute where everything seemed to freeze, time seemed to stop.
“W-What?” a hesitant voice came from his phone.
“I-I just took a t-test… and it’s p-positive…” he whispered, not daring to continue.
“Babe… this… this can only mean 1 thing…” Yeosang’s teary voice came.
“What?” he didn’t dare to breathe, not in this tense situation.
“Y-You cheated on me…” Yeosang’s voice cracked in that moment. “I-I’m a bottom and you’re a top… and… I’m infertile either way…”
When his boyfriend was silent, Yeosang knew that he was right.
“I can’t believe you would do this. Why? Was I not good enough? Was it because I couldn’t have children? Was it because I did something wrong? What was it? What happened? What changed?!” Yeosang cried over the phone, his voice piercing to the receiver’s ears.
“No… Sangie… no, please…” he begged, almost about to cry himself. “I-It was a drunken mistake… I-I was drunk a-and it seemed so f-fun and… I-I forgot… and b-because we were also f-fighting at that time and…”
“Maybe this is for the better,” Yeosang sighed.
“What?”
“Our relationship. It was never the best even from the first day we got together. We would often fight and nothing seemed good about it…” Yeosang chuckled darkly. “Maybe we’re better off as friends.”
“Yeosang, I…”
“No, listen. I know your feelings for me have been disappearing recently, and I don’t blame you, so have mine. Let’s just be friends, hm?”
He couldn’t argue with that. He knew that it was true. They had been best friends, but due to various things, they had gotten together. But nothing about it was smooth. They had found themselves wishing to be friends again so damn many times.
“Okay, Sangie.”
“Appa… Ottoke*?” he cried, gripping his father’s hand tightly.
*what do i do?
He had returned to his father’s room, the tears stuck in his eyes.
“I-I’m pregnant with the baby of a guy I don’t even know… and I don’t have enough money to take care of this child or your bills…”
He stood up, squeezing his father’s hand.
“I’ll figure this out, Appa, I won’t fail you.”
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