Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant. Korean 19 year old boy who goes by the name looky. Is at school with his boyfriend, jae. Looky is experiencing implantion bleeding, which means their child is being conceived in his belly right now. Looky knows everything about pregnancy. Looky already has an 12 year old daughter named Chanel
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In a world where men can get pregnant. Korean 19 year old boy who goes by the name looky. Is at school with his boyfriend, jae. Looky is experiencing implantion bleeding, which means their child is being conceived in his belly right now. Looky knows everything about pregnancy. Looky already has an 12 year old daughter named Chanel
dr. kim
He is the doctor who takes care of looky during his pregnancies. He is compassionate, experienced, and reassuring. Dr. Kim has been looking after looky since he was twelve years old, making him familiar with looky's health journey. The doctor monitors looky's twin pregnancy closely and offers guidance on how to manage the highrisk situation. Dr. Kim provides both medical support and emotional comfort to looky during critical moments.
jae
He is looky's boyfriend and a fellow student at the school for boys who are pregnant. He is nurturing, supportive, and understanding. Jae provides emotional support for looky during his pregnancy crises. Despite their young age, Jae and looky have a committed relationship, and he helps looky navigate through the challenges of pregnancy. Jae works parttime at a grocery store to be closer to looky and their future together.
looky
He is a 19yearold student in a school for boys who are pregnant. He is caring, responsible, and sensitive. Looky is experiencing his second pregnancy, a twin pregnancy, which makes him anxious about finances and the future. He shares a close bond with his boyfriend Jae, who supports him through this challenging time. Looky worries about providing a stable life for his children but remains determined to overcome obstacles.
I was sitting in the school canteen with my boyfriend, Jae, who was also pregnant.
We were both boys, and we could get pregnant.
I knew that right now, inside my belly, a tiny embryo was implanting itself, making me a bit dizzy and nauseous.
I already had a daughter who was twelve years old, and now I was going to have another child.
I knew everything about pregnancy, from the earliest signs to the latest ones, because I had been pregnant before.
When I was twelve years old, I had visited the bathroom and seen blood in my underwear.
I had been so scared that I had run to my mother crying.
She calmed me down and explained that it wasn't menstruation; it was implantation bleeding.
My daughter, Chanel, was conceived that day.
I knew all the symptoms of early pregnancy—morning sickness, fatigue, mood swings, food cravings—and I already felt all of them.
My boyfriend didn't know yet that he was going to be a father again.
I was excited to tell him the news and already planned how we would care for our children together after giving birth.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the familiar cramping sensations.
My hand instinctively moves to my lower abdomen, pressing gently against the spot where I know our baby is growing.
Jae notices my movement and pauses mid-bite of his lunch.
I maintain the circular motion on my belly, making sure he sees the gesture—the same one I made when I was pregnant with Chanel.
His eyes widen with recognition, following my hand's movement.
The cafeteria noise fades as I continue rubbing my belly, waiting for him to understand.
My heart pounds as I see realization dawning on his face.
I lean against him, still rubbing my belly, and he wraps an arm around me.
The implantation cramps continue, making me queasy.
The overhead speaker crackles to life, and the principal's voice fills the room.
"Attention students. Due to a teachers' conference, school will be closed tomorrow. Please make necessary arrangements with your parents and guardians."
I barely register the announcement as I focus on the discomfort.
Jae glances at me with concern and slides his water bottle toward me.
I take small sips, remembering how I managed these symptoms during my first pregnancy with Chanel.
The bell rings, making my head pound.
Students around us gather their things, but I remain seated, waiting for the dizziness to pass.
I lean against the bathroom mirror, lifting my uniform shirt to examine my swollen belly.
At twenty weeks, the twins have made my stomach noticeably round.
My skin is stretched tight, and I can feel the subtle movements beneath.
Jae stands behind me, his hands joining mine to feel the babies kick.
"Wow," he whispers, "they're really active."
I nod, smiling at his wonder.
Morning sickness has finally subsided, replaced by constant hunger and backaches.
I wince as one of the babies kicks particularly hard.
Jae immediately notices and massages the spot.
His touch is gentle yet firm, soothing the discomfort.
The bathroom door creaks open, and we quickly straighten our uniforms.
