Daddy's Plan || D.k°•°P.cy

Chapter 14

°·Kyungsoo's Pov·°

I stared at the screen, a show about a game that turned into this mans reality played. It was my favorite show, Memories of the Alhambra.

Jongin had left for work a bit after I woke up, He offered to stay but I told him I was fine.

I'm not.

I just don't want him around me. I can't go through anymore. My body ached. If anything touched a certain part of my body I'd coil in pain.

He went too far, but who am I to tell him that. I could've fought him off more. But I'm weak. I can't do anything on my own.

Click.

The door opened, I quickly got off the couch. Jongin isn't supposed to be home this early. I can't hide again. It got me nowhere last time.

I stood up straight and dusted off my shirt and pants, placing a fake smile as I walked over to the door.

I quickly bowed and then looked back up,"Hey-"

My heart dropped.

A man with curly black locks stood tall, round rimmed glasses on his nose. His outfit consisted of a purple hoodie and black jeans.

Chanyeol.

Before he could speak I ran forward, wrapping my arms around him. I sobbed into his hoodie, the feelings I held in pouring out yet again.

Chanyeol didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my neck and placing soft kisses.

"Aw Kyungie. You missed me huh?"

All I could do was nod, for if I tried to say anything it would come out as gibberish.

Chanyeol rubbed my arm, forcing a groan of pain to escape my lips. Shit. He squeezed my arm, "Yah Stop it!"

I pulled myself away, holding my arm close to my body. I shyly shuffled my feet, "I fell down the stairs and hurt my arm."

Chanyeol nodded and walked closer to me, cupping my face and pecking my lips, "I'm hungry soo."

I smiled and pulled him to the kitchen, realizing I left the pickles out.

"Pickles? You like pickles enough to eat them raw?" He said, seeming to be slightly disgusted.

"Actaully not really. I've craved them for the last two days. I think it might be part of the stomach virus I have." I shrugged and looked around the fridge.

"Stomach Virus? I havent heard anything about a virus lately." He said, concern lacing his voice.

"Eh It's probably nothing." I smiled, setting everything up to cook.

Chanyeol wanted chicken and rice, but that was harder than it should've been.

The pan bubbled with oil, chicken legs placed inside. The smell wafted to my nose, I haven't thrown up yet today, that was about to change.

I dropped the pan and ran, my hand cupped over my mouth. Reaching the bathroom, nothing came out but I could feel my stomach grumbling.

Chanyeol came running after, "Kyungsoo are you okay?"

He came closer, running his fingers up and down my back, "Y-Yeah I told you it's the stomach bug."

Chanyeol furrowed his brow and slid his fingers to my hair, "You say you've been like this for 3 day's and it hasn't gotten better?"

"Chanyeol I'm fine I swear."

"Let's go to the hospital at least. They'll give you medicine to help. Something is better than nothing!" He raised his voice, I flinched.

He went quiet. Oh no, I flinched, why did I flinch. Maybe he's mad now. Maybe he'll hurt-

Lanky arms around me, picking me up, "I'm sorry for yelling. I just don't want you in pain okay?"

My heart thumped and I nodded, "Fine."

*
My eye's widened, "T-This is your car-?"

He nodded, opening the door for me, "Yeah. Is it not to your liking?"

"Not to my liking!? It's around 14 Billion won!" (13 Million usd)

I stared at the Rolls Royce Sweptail, the interior a soft tan and so clean that you could see your self in certain parts, "W-What if I throw up!?"

Chanyeol pushed me into the car, "I'll just clean it. Calm down baby."

I nodded and nervously looked around, clicking my seatbelt in and staying still.

*

My legs swung over the edge of the dark blue bed with a white wax sheet over it. The smell of disinfectants lingering the halls and each room.

Almost everyone hates the hospital, weirdly enough, I love hospitals.

Chanyeol placed his hand on my thigh, the doctor walking in and smiling, "Mr. Do?"

I nodded, "Yes that's me!"

"So far we have found nothing wrong, which could be good or bad. Do you mind us taking a few more tests?"

I shook my head, "Of course not-"

My words were cut of by another doctor barging into the room, "Doctor Minho I think you need to see this."

Minho looked at me and held his finger up, looking at the clipboard in the other's hands, "Oh-"

The other doctor bowed and left Minho with the clipboard.

Minho turned to me, "So we found out the problem. Good thing is it isn't a virus."

Chanyeol sighed in relief, squeezing Kyungsoo's hand.

"Bad news is you'll have to start thinking of names."

Me and Chanyeol both raised our brow, "What do you mean?"

"Congratulations Kyungsoo. You're pregnant."
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