Sugar Daddy | Johnil

...30🌹

Deep breaths were taken, hands holding the tray were tightened, heart was racing and feet were frozen.

"Taeil.." Youngho choked up, looking at the stilled body that stood a couple of feet away from him. Why wasn't Taeil resting? "Did you forget Baekhyun's orders?"

Taeil nodded a no, looking between Youngho and company he had with him in his office. In all of the scenarios that played in Taeil's blurry mind, seeing someone, other than Youngho, in his office was not one of them. Who was he?

Youngho was sitting in his office chair, leaned back and cosy, while the other person there sat to the opposite of the CEO with his legs crossed. He was attired formally, round glasses on the hilt of his nose, black hair neatly combed with a book and pencil in hand. Did Taeil interrupt something?

"Taeil, are you okay?" Youngho asked, sitting up in his chair and set in motion to get up. 

"I-I'm okay. Did I um.. interrupt something?" Taeil stuttered out, looking at the other man in the room.

"Oh, no you didn't. Me and Mr. Seo were wrapping things up." The handsome male assured with a wide smile, getting up to assist Taeil with the tray. When he was taking the tray from Taeil, the shorter couldn't help but notice how his eyes stared at his baby bump.

When he placed the tray with Youngho's breakfast on the desk, he turned back to Taeil and extended his arm, "my name is Lee Taeyong and I'm an.. associate of Mr. Seo."

Taeil looked at the male before him incredulously before diverting his gaze to Youngho who encouraged to reply with a slight nod. He looked back to the gentleman and took his hand and shook it, "M-Moon Taeil." He replied, clearing his throat a bit.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Taeil." He said kindly, taking longer than usual to release Taeil's soft hand. "I get it now." Taeil heard him mumble before he turned around, took his stuff and walked to the front of the office.

Without looking back, he says, "same time next week, Youngho and, congratulations." Then he left, closing the door behind him. Taeil had subconsciously brought his hands up to hold his tummy as he turned and look at the disappearing figure, completely forgetting his position.

"He's my counsellor.. my therapist," Youngho spoke up, answering the unasked question. Immediately, Taeil turned around to Youngho, speechless, just looking at him. "I've been seeing him for a while now. He's been.. helping me."

Taeil hummed, resisting the urge to avoid his deep gaze as he held onto the material of his maternity dress shirt. For a while, they just looked at each other, Youngho's medication and breakfast completely forgotten.

It wasn't that they didn't know what to say, it's just that, they didn't know how to say it. Youngho knew why Taeil was there, the faintest reason as to why the pregnant male was standing before him now, was coursing through his brain. 

"So--"

"Come here."

They said at the same time. Taeil's cheeks hued with pink as he held his head down a bit and Youngho was back to leaning in his chair, facial expression as usual, glazed. "Please, come here." Youngho asks again, this time, with a less harsher tone.

Hesitantly, Taeil walked over to Youngho, his arms moving in closer to secure his baby's cocoon. He doesn't even know why he seemingly felt scared. Was it because they were behind closed doors? Was it the tone that Youngho used to adjured him? That can't be it.

When Taeil was standing before Youngho, small presents of fear biting through his skin, he didn't make any eye contact. He hated how he felt like nothing has changed.