"Hyung, have you eaten breakfast yet?" Sicheng asks, filling a cup of coffee to place it on a tray of food he prepared for Yuta. Sometimes when Yuta has to work late, the next day, Sicheng would bring him breakfast in bed.
Taeil nodded slowly, his face contouring discomfort as he looked up and gave Sicheng a strained smile. He got a day off from the hospital to rest because Dr. Kim didn't like how Taeil looked plus, the younger male had his final paper to take in. He had less than a month for his work experience completion, so Mr. Kim thought that it would be okay.
"Taeil.. are you okay?" Sicheng had the tray for Yuta in his hand as he spoke to Taeil but he placed it down and sat in the seat across from the older male when he saw his best friend make a pained expression. "Talk to me Illie, are you feeling any pain? Is the baby kicking yet?" The taller male asks worriedly.
Taeil chuckled softly when Sicheng's hands came up to hold the growing baby bump tentatively, rubbing it soothingly, "...are you okay?" Sicheng asked yet again, looking up at the expecting male.
The smaller male brought his hands up to put over Sicheng's as it roamed over his tummy and says, "I'm fine, Sichie. Stop worrying and no, Marshmallow still hasn't moved yet.."
"Are you still worrying about that?" Sicheng sighed, hands still on Taeil's belly. "I know you're usually to have movements by this stage but that doesn't mean it won't happen. Marshmallow will be okay just take care of yourself."
Taeil sigh, smile small as he whispers, "you're right.." he looked down, Sicheng still having his hands on his tummy as he thumbed it gently, "I'm seriously fine though, a bit fatigued but I'm doing fine."
Sicheng was still looking at Taeil as he avoided his gaze, knowing he's lying but he choose to ask again later when he didn't look the way he looked. Maybe then Taeil will feel more comfortable to talk; he was working on his paper so he could understand. The deadline was tomorrow and Taeil has been stressing about it.
Sicheng got up, loosening one of his hands from Taeil's tummy and hold to under the shorter male's chin to elevate it. He kissed the crown of Taeil's head softly and whispered, "okay.." then he moved away, Taeil still not looking at him as he took up the tray and left for Yuta's room.
When Sicheng was gone, he looked at his baby bump and ran a hand over it, thinking out loud, "do you think daddy meant what he said? Y-you think if I tell your daddy I wanted a family.. a happy family.. nothing more, nothing less.. would he give it to me? To us?"
Youngho told him to call him anytime, especially if something may be wrong, and he'll be there. He told him to ask him for anything when he was ready, and he stressed the word anything, hoping Taeil understood the dimension of his offer. But, when he said anything, was what he is thinking now included?
Chuckling is discomfort, Taeil asks to no one in particular, "I'm asking for a lot, aren't I?"
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Taeil had completed his exam presentation for his morning's class, and this was the last time he'd have this class. He was sitting closer to the back, waiting on the last presentation to be over so that he could leave because he wasn't feeling well. Actually, he haven't been feeling well for a while now but he thought it was all pregnancy symptoms.
Sicheng kept asking if he was sure he was okay and he'd simply tell him that he's fine, when he wasn't. But, it was something he could handle until he had to report to the hospital, then, he will let someone look at him if it persisted.
As usual, everyone ignored him, his group members only conversed with him during the research and after the presentation was over they avoided him. Sometimes Taeil thought that he was some kind of disease to cause everyone to not even look at him long.
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Sugar Daddy | Johnil
FanfictionJohnny wanted a baby boy . Taeil wanted money. It was going according to how everyone wanted it, until an unwanted and unannounced pregnancy came about. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Mature content will be present* *Trigger warning?* *Mpreg will be present* *Credit...
