When the doctor tells the Jeon's that their newborn Jungsoo could die due to his premature birth, Mr. Jeon decides to clone him as soon as possible.
To their surprise, Jungsoo is able to grow up happy and healthy along with his clone, Jungkook, who'...
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November 1996: 3 months & 3 weeks pregnant
Beomsoo walks into the kitchen to find his wife sitting on a stool by the island. He watches her take another scoop of what's in her bowl into her mouth and gags.
"What?" Yoojung questions, mouth full with ice cream.
Beomsoo puts his dirty bowl and chopsticks in the sink and shrugs.
"What is it?"
He turns around to face his wife, "Honey, I love you and I know you have cravings and that tastes delicious for you right now, but that is so disgusting."
"It's really good." Yoojung tries to defend her tastebuds.
"Sweetheart," Beomsoo snickers, walking towards her. "You're eating vanilla ice cream topped with chopped pickles and bacon pieces."
Yoojung raises a spoonful to Beomsoo's mouth and he flinches away, "Come on, try it. You're always judging my cravings, but never really know what they taste like."
"No way," He laughs and grabs his suitcase from the table, placing a kiss on Yoojung's forehead. "Rafael called me and said he needed me at the lab today."
"Really?" Yoojung pouts. "But it's your day off."
"I know, I know. I'll be back as soon as possible, okay?"
"Okay," Yoojung sighs. "Kiss?"
"Absolutely not. Your breath stinks like pickles." Beomsoo laughs and Yoojung scoffs, hitting his arm.
"Get out!"
"I love you!" Beomsoo shouts, walking towards the front door.
"Yeah, yeah!"
• • • •
"Rafael," Beomsoo greets, slipping on his lab coat. "How's it looking?"
"Everything's going amazing," Rafael, who's staring into a microscope, answers. "We've cloned twelve lambs and they're perfectly fine and healthy. We've officially mastered the technique to clone animals."
