Sugar Daddy | Johnil

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+I know nothing about newborns, or pregnancy, hospital nor hospital procedures. I did research but I'm absolutely sure it is lacking with my little knowledge from what I watch from Grey's Anatomy. Therefore, if anything sounds off, you know.+

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Youngho doesn't believe in the saying 'I had a gut feeling' or the premonition of an certain outcome. He believed that there's no way in hell someone could predict a bad or even good outcome. He thought that whatever happens, just simply happens.

Except, today felt different.

When Youngho woke up in the morning, he spilled hot decaf, green tea on the table he had his drafts for pregnancy clothing and it almost soaked them.

When tying his tie, he not only forgot how to knot it, but he almost tripped over his own feet without actually moving from his firm position.

After getting ready to leave out, checking to see if he had everything, he realized that he left his laptop and the draft back at his hotel room when his feet made contact with the gravel of the parking lot.

And then that specific notion took a hold of Youngho like a police office to a criminal that had just been caught and apprehended. He had the strongest feeling something wasn't quite right. And it wasn't that he didn't have premonitions before, he did but just ignored them. However, this unsettling feeling just wouldn't leave him. It especially felt strong because each passing day, his mind is on Taeil and the baby, and that in itself made matters worse.

Not to say that his misfortunes were a clear indication something isn't right or is not going to be the best outcome, but Youngho has never had that much slip ups in the course of an hour in preparing to leave out for a meeting with Dongyoung.

But then it happened, like a brick thrown directly to his head and the loud impact of the solid block falling to the concrete is what brought him back to reality. As soon as he arrived at Dongyoung's establishment, Kim's Inc. as bold as day at the front of the building, not only did he take notice of his lack of a mobile device but hearing Dongyoung's voice announcing the inevitable just physically immobilized his tall structure. 

"Where's your phone?" Is the first thing that Dongyoung greeted him with, his voice harsh and settling, much like his calm presents.

"In my.." he started, running his available hand down against the breast of his jacket pocket and there was no phone, "jacket pocket."

Sighing, Dongyoung pinched the bridge of his nose, moving his phone away from his ear, "I thought you weren't going to show up after I got a call from Jae, but here you are. I swear, I think you left your brain up your ass." Dongyoung mumbled, glancing at a straight face and oblivious Youngho.

"What?" Youngho spurs, frowning at what he thought he just heard from his business partner and friend. "I know I'm on time, so I don't get--"

"We're leaving. Forget the meeting and I'm driving." Dongyoung declared, breaking Youngho from his speech, placing the phone at his ears and saying something to his significant other before hanging up. "Let's go."

Dongyoung grabbed his keys and his jacket, pressing a button on his desk phone and telling his secretary to postpone any appointments he had today. He walked around his desk, completely ignoring Youngho's baffled expression as he passed him.

Holding onto his arm, Youngho stopped him in his tracks and asks, "what the hell Dongyoung? Why are you.." and as if Dongyoung's eyes were a cheat sheet in an exam, Youngho found the answer within the shimmer of his piercing, beaded eyes for a test he has been studying for months.