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Boyfriend Material

Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant, half Japanese, half korean boy, kendall is a 18 year old who is 5 weeks pregnant after a horrible incident he doesn't talk about. Kendall goes to school. Yewon who is a 19 year old boy who has a crush on kendall but doesn't know how to ask.
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In a world where men can get pregnant, half Japanese, half korean boy, kendall is a 18 year old who is 5 weeks pregnant after a horrible incident he doesn't talk about. Kendall goes to school. Yewon who is a 19 year old boy who has a crush on kendall but doesn't know how to ask.

Kendall

He is a student at a coed high school in the United States. He is resilient,shy,and cautious. Kendall is half Japanese and half Korean,and he was left pregnant by his exboyfriend. Despite the ordeal,he remains focused on his studies and tries to keep a low profile at school. His best friend,Joon,supports him,while Yewon shows interest in him despite not knowing his secret.

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Joon

He is Kendall's best friend and fellow student at their high school. He is loyal,protective,and witty. Joon knows about Kendall's pregnancy but swears to keep the secret. He often accompanies Kendall to school and helps him navigate through difficult situations,especially with Yewon's attention. Joon's playful teasing and advice often provide Kendall with muchneeded relief and support.

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Yewon

He is a student at the same high school as Kendall. He is charming,considerate,and shy. Yewon has a crush on Kendall but struggles to approach him about it. Unaware of Kendall's pregnancy,he often tries to ask for his help with various issues,providing opportunities for their friendship to deepen. Despite not knowing Kendall's secret,Yewon's kindness and genuine interest in his wellbeing show his caring nature.

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I'm an 18 year old boy, half Japanese and half Korean.
I'm pregnant, five weeks pregnant.
My ex-boyfriend left me pregnant and I won't tell anyone who the father of my baby is.
My best friend, Joon, knows about this but he swore to keep my secret.
I will never tell anyone about whom I got pregnant with.
"Kendall! Hurry up! You're gonna be late for school!"
Mom yelled from the kitchen while cooking breakfast.
"Okay, okay!"
I yelled back while brushing my teeth.
I washed my face and went down to the kitchen.
"Here, Kendall. Eat your breakfast first," mom said while putting a bowl of oatmeal on the table.
"Thanks, mom."
I sat down on the chair and ate my breakfast.
After eating my breakfast, I grabbed my backpack and put it on my shoulder.
"Bye, mom!"
I said while walking out of the house.
"Bye, son! Take care!"
Mom waved her hands at me as I walked out of the house.
I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus that came to pick us up.
After a few minutes, the big yellow bus came to pick us up.
"Hey, Yewon! Why are you here?"
I asked him as he smiled at me.
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I shift my weight from one foot to the other at the bus stop, watching Yewon's smile grow wider.
He adjusts his backpack and moves closer, leaving just enough space between us to be polite.
The morning air feels thick with awkwardness as I wait for his response.
My hand instinctively moves to my stomach, but I catch myself and pretend to adjust my shirt instead.
Yewon explains that he usually walks but felt too lazy today, his eyes lingering on my face longer than necessary.
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The bus approaches, its yellow bulk growing larger in the distance.
My stomach churns - morning sickness or nerves, I can't tell.
I hurry onto the bus, grateful when I spot Joon in our usual seat near the back.
Sliding in next to him, I notice Yewon hesitate before taking a spot two rows ahead.
Joon nudges me with his elbow, whispering about how Yewon keeps glancing back at us.
My stomach churns again, and I lean my head against the window, trying to breathe slowly through the nausea.
Joon quietly passes me a pack of crackers from his backpack - he's been carrying them since finding out about the pregnancy.
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"Did you tell him?" Joon asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No, of course not," I reply, shaking my head as I nibble on a cracker.
"Good, because he was asking me questions yesterday," Joon says, his eyes narrowing as he watches Yewon.
Walking through the crowded hallway to first period, I keep close to the lockers, trying to avoid bumping into anyone.
The morning sickness hasn't completely subsided, and Joon's comment about Yewon asking questions makes me extra cautious.
Ahead of me, Yewon struggles with an oversized art portfolio and his backpack.
As he steps forward, his shoelace catches on the portfolio's corner.
He stumbles, dropping his materials across the floor.
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My face heats up watching him scramble to gather his scattered sketches.
I lean against my locker, watching as he tries to gather his work while other students step around him.
Joon nudges my shoulder, catching me staring.
"You're blushing," he whispers, a knowing smirk on his face.
I touch my cheeks, realizing they are warm.
When Yewon looks up and our eyes meet, my face burns even hotter.
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"He is kind of cute," I admit quietly to Joon, surprising myself with the confession.
Joon raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening.
"So, are you going to tell him about the baby?" he asks, his tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.
I hesitate, glancing back at Yewon as he finally gathers his things, and whisper, "Not yet... I need to figure out how first."
I slide into my seat for first period English, still thinking about Yewon's art supplies scattered across the floor.
Mrs. Chen walks in carrying a stack of bright yellow flyers, which she starts distributing to each row.
My stomach churns again when I see they're announcing the Spring Formal dance next month.
The class erupts in excited chatter while I sink lower in my chair, calculating that I'll be nearly three months pregnant by then.
A folded note lands on my desk from two rows over.
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I recognize Yewon's neat handwriting asking if I'm going.
I glance at Yewon, then tuck the note into my bag, deciding that some answers can wait.
During lunch period, I find a quiet spot behind the library building.
It's a spot students rarely go, so it's perfect for some privacy.
I sit down on the bench, pulling out my lunch and taking a bite of my sandwich.
Joon joins me soon after, bringing extra snacks since he knows I need to eat frequently now to keep my energy up.
While I pick at my food, I confess to Joon that I've been considering telling Yewon about the pregnancy.
The thought makes my hands shake a bit as I hold my sandwich.
"But why him?"
Joon asks curiously.
"He's the first person to be kind to me since everything happened," I explain, taking another bite.
"There's something genuine about him."
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Joon nods quietly, understanding in his eyes.
"You could start by asking him to walk home together after school," he suggests.
I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and determination.
After the final bell rings, I find Yewon by his locker.
My heart pounds in my chest as I walk up to him, clutching the straps of my backpack tightly.
"Hey," I say softly, trying to sound casual.
"Can we talk somewhere private?"
Yewon looks at me with a hint of curiosity but nods and follows me.
We walk to the empty courtyard behind the science building.
The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the grass.
We sit on a concrete bench, and I take a deep breath before speaking.
"I have something important to tell you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Yewon leans in slightly, his eyes locked on mine.
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I pull out the latest ultrasound picture from my pocket and hand it to him.
"I'm five weeks pregnant," I whisper, adding quickly, "You don't have to stay with me or anything."
I stare at the ground, unable to look at his face.
I stare at the ground, the ultrasound picture trembling in my hands, when Yewon suddenly blurts out, "I have a crush on you!"
His words make my head snap up.
His face turns bright red as he realizes what he just said, and he claps his hands over his mouth.
The ultrasound picture slips from my fingers, landing face-up on the concrete between us.
Yewon's eyes dart between my face and the picture, his expression a mix of embarrassment and confusion.
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He reaches for the fallen ultrasound with shaking hands, then freezes midway, as if unsure whether he should touch it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this about me," Yewon stammers, his voice barely steady.
I manage a small smile, touched by his honesty despite the situation.
"Maybe we can figure this out together?" he suggests, his eyes meeting mine with a newfound determination.
I fidget with my backpack strap as we sit in awkward silence after his confession.
The ultrasound picture lies between us on the bench, a stark reminder of my situation.
Yewon keeps glancing at me, then away, his ears still red from his outburst.
My heart pounds in my chest as I gather my courage.
"You're kinda cute too," I mumble, surprising myself with my honesty.
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Yewon's eyes widen, and he accidentally knocks the ultrasound picture off the bench.
We both reach for it at the same time, our hands brushing briefly before he quickly pulls back.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes, his voice filled with regret.
I take a deep breath, watching him fumble with his words.
His hands keep fidgeting with the edge of the ultrasound picture, careful not to crease it.
"You don't need to apologize," I say quietly, reaching over to still his nervous movements.
The paper trembles between our fingers.
When he starts to protest, I cut him off.
"Your honesty means more to me than some empty apology," I explain, my voice catching in my throat.
"Most people would have walked away by now."
Yewon looks at me, his eyes softening.
"I don't want to walk away," he says firmly, his voice steadying.
"We'll figure this out, whatever it takes."
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My heart pounds as I notice the sky darkening.
I check my phone and realize I'm running late.
Mom will worry if I don't get home soon.
The ultrasound picture still trembles between our hands as I gather my courage.
Leaning forward suddenly, I press my lips quickly against his cheek.
The contact is brief, but deliberate.
His skin feels warm against my mouth.
As I pull back, his eyes widen and his hand flies to touch the spot where I kissed him.
"I need to head home," I say softly, already standing up from the bench.
"Let's talk more tomorrow," I add, leaving him with a hopeful smile as I walk away.
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As I turn to leave the courtyard, my legs still shaky from kissing his cheek, I hear his voice call out behind me.
"Wait - ur number," he says, fumbling with his phone.
I pause mid-step, watching him nearly drop the device in his nervous rush.
The ultrasound picture is still clutched in his other hand.
My stomach does a small flip as I walk back to the bench.
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Yewon's fingers tremble slightly as he unlocks his screen and opens a new contact.
I type my number into his phone, feeling a strange sense of relief as I press save.
I reach for the ultrasound picture still resting in his trembling hands, my fingers brushing against his as I take it.
The glossy paper feels warm from where he's been holding it.
Opening my backpack on the bench between us, I carefully slide the image between my English textbook pages to keep it from creasing.
The zipper catches as I close my bag, making me fumble with shaky fingers.
Yewon watches silently, his eyes following my every movement as I secure this precious evidence of my secret.
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I glance back at him one last time, knowing this moment has changed everything.
I walk through my front door, twenty minutes later than usual.
Mom is in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner.
She looks up as I enter, an amused expression on her face.
"I was about to call you," she says, her voice tinged with concern.
"You're never this late."
My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, guilt washing over me.
I haven't told her yet.
I haven't told anyone but Yewon.
Mom returns to chopping carrots, her movements steady and precise.
"Did you get caught up at school?" she asks casually.
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I nod, thinking of Yewon and the ultrasound picture still warm from his touch.
"Next time, text me if you're running late," she suggests, not looking up from her task.
I sit at the kitchen table, watching her prepare dinner.
My phone buzzes with a new text from Yewon.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I read his message.
"Thank you for trusting me," it says.
"I won't let you down."
I feel a surge of courage wash over me.
If I can trust Yewon with my secret, I can tell Mom too.
The sizzling of vegetables fills the air as Mom adds them to the pot of soup simmering on the stove.
She hums softly to herself, a sound that always brings me comfort.
It reminds me of all the times she's been there for me, supporting me through difficult moments.
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My hands shake slightly as I clear my throat to get her attention.
"Mom," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
She turns to face me, a wooden spoon in hand.
Her eyes meet mine, filled with concern and love.
"What is it?" she asks gently.
I take a deep breath, pulling the ultrasound picture from my backpack.
My heart pounds in my chest as I slide it across the table towards her.
"I need to tell you something important," I say, my voice trembling. She sets down the spoon and walks over to the table, her movements slow and cautious.
Picking up the picture, she studies it carefully, confusion etched on her face.
As realization dawns on her, her eyes widen in shock.
She looks up at me, tears welling in her eyes.
"You're pregnant," she whispers, her voice filled with disbelief.
I nod silently, feeling a mix of emotions: fear, guilt, and uncertainty.
Mom's expression softens as she reaches out and takes my hand in hers.
"We'll get through this together," she says, her voice filled with determination and love.
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"I'm here for you, no matter what," she says, her voice steady and reassuring.
I squeeze her hand, grateful for her support.
"Thank you, Mom," I reply, my voice choked with emotion.
I arrive at the bus stop early, my stomach churning with a mix of morning sickness and nervousness.
The street is empty except for a lone figure approaching from the distance.
As he gets closer, I realize it's Yewon.
He's carrying something behind his back, a nervous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
His cheeks are flushed, adding to his endearing appearance.
As he reaches me, he pulls out a bouquet of pink roses from behind him, thrusting them toward me with trembling hands.
A small note is tied to the stems with a red ribbon.
My fingers brush against his as I take the flowers, their delicate petals soft against my skin.
Yewon watches intently as I untie the ribbon and unfold the note.
"Read it," he urges softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
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I glance at the note, my heart skipping a beat as I see the words scribbled in his familiar handwriting.
"It says, 'For our future together,'" I read aloud, my voice trembling with emotion.
I stare at the back of the note, my fingers tracing the edges as I turn it over to reveal another message.
The morning sunlight catches the pink roses, making them glow against the backdrop of the quiet street.
Yewon shifts nervously beside me, his shoes scuffing against the sidewalk as he waits for my response.
The words on the back of the note dance before my eyes as I read them.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
Yewon asks, his voice filled with hope and vulnerability.
A smile tugs at my lips as I realize the significance of this moment.
The bus rumbles in the distance, its headlights illuminating the empty street as it approaches our stop.
I clutch the flowers tighter, their thorns pressing through the paper wrapping and into my palm.
Looking up at Yewon's hopeful face, I see a mix of emotions reflected in his eyes: nervousness, anticipation, and a hint of fear.
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I lower the note with trembling fingers, the roses cradled in my other arm.
Yewon shifts anxiously beside me, his eyes fixed on my face as he waits for an answer.
The morning air feels thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words.
Instead of speaking, I reach out and take his hand, my fingers sliding between his.
His palm is warm and slightly sweaty against mine.
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Yewon's breath catches audibly, and his fingers tighten around my hand.
"Does this mean...?" he begins, his voice trailing off uncertainly.
I nod, a smile breaking through my nervousness.
"Yes, it means yes," I whisper, feeling the weight of the moment lift as relief floods his features.
Yewon's face breaks into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with joy.
He squeezes my hand tighter, his fingers intertwining with mine.
The bus stop is still empty except for the two of us, the only sound being the distant hum of the approaching bus.
I hold Yewon's hand, still clutching the roses in my other hand.
The morning sunlight casts a warm glow over us, illuminating our intertwined fingers.
Suddenly, Yewon blurts out, "I'm dating such a hottie!"
His outburst catches me off guard, and I feel my cheeks flush hot with embarrassment.
Several other students turn to stare at us, their curious gazes fixed on our clasped hands.
I try to hide behind the flowers, but Yewon just squeezes my hand tighter.
I want to disappear into the ground as I notice Jenny from my math class giggling and pointing at us.
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I sit on my bed, staring at the text message on my phone.
Yewon's words glow on the screen: "What do boyfriends do?"
My homework lies forgotten beside me, the pages filled with uncompleted problems and half-written notes.
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I contemplate how to respond.
The question makes my stomach flutter with both excitement and anxiety.
I type out a few responses, only to delete them immediately.
The truth is, I have no idea what boyfriends do.
I've never had one before, and the thought of figuring it out with Yewon makes my heart race.
I think about all the things I've seen in movies and TV shows: holding hands, going on dates, sharing kisses.
But none of those things feel right for us.
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We're not like those characters; we're real people with real problems.
And then there's the fact that I'm pregnant.
How does that change everything?
I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing thoughts.
Maybe we can start small, I think to myself.
Maybe we can just have lunch together tomorrow. I type out a new message: "How about we have lunch together tomorrow? There's a quiet spot behind the library where I usually eat with Joon."
I hesitate for a moment before hitting send.
Yewon's reply comes almost instantly: "I'd love that. But... does Joon know about us yet?"
I pause, biting my lip as I consider how to answer.
"No, not yet," I finally type back, feeling a twinge of guilt.
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"But I'll tell him soon, I promise."
The three dots appear on the screen as Yewon starts typing again.
I wait anxiously, my fingers drumming against the phone.
And then, without thinking, I type out a new message: "How much do you love me?"
I hit send before I can change my mind.
The three dots appear almost immediately as Yewon starts typing.
I pull the blanket closer around me, my free hand resting on the barely-there bump in my stomach.
And then his response comes: "oh my god if I tried to tell you I would never have time to sleep."
A smile spreads across my face despite myself.
I send back a heart emoji, and then another one for good measure.
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Yewon sends another message: "But seriously, we need to talk about the baby."
My heart skips a beat, and I reply, "I know, I've been thinking about it too."
He responds quickly, "We can figure it out together, right? I mean, we're a team now."
We sit together behind the library, our shoulders touching as we share my sandwich.
After a moment of comfortable silence, I turn to face him directly.
"Let's not worry too much about the pregnancy right now," I say, fiddling with my water bottle.
Yewon nods, his expression softening as he agrees.
Gathering my courage, I ask, "So... since we're boyfriends now... should I call you baby? Or babe?"
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My voice comes out barely above a whisper.
Yewon chuckles softly, "Let's just stick with Yewon for now."
I pick at my sandwich crust while he shifts beside me, his shoulder still pressed against mine.
After a moment, he clears his throat and adds, "Actually, babe does sound kind of cute."
His ears turn pink as he goes back to eating.
My heart skips a beat at the change in his mind.
"Babe," I whisper experimentally, testing how it feels on my lips.
Yewon drops his water bottle.
It lands on the ground with a loud thud, spilling its contents across the concrete.
He scrambles to pick it up, his face now completely red.
I can't help but smile at his flustered reaction.
"Babe," I say again, watching him intently.
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He looks up, meeting my gaze with a shy grin that says more than words ever could.
I lean closer, my voice dropping to a whisper as I say it once more: "babe."
Our lunch containers sit forgotten between us, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves in the autumn breeze.
Yewon's smile grows wider, genuine and warm, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
The autumn breeze stirs the leaves above us, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
I notice how Yewon's hand inches closer to mine on the concrete, our fingers almost touching.
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My stomach does a small flip when his pinky finger brushes against my thumb.
The contact is subtle but deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine.
I watch Yewon fidget with the wrapper of his lunch, his expression puzzled.
He places a hand on his stomach and tells me there's a strange fluttering sensation inside that he's never felt before.
When I ask him to describe it, he struggles to find the right words, comparing it to bubbles or tingles.
His confusion makes me smile, remembering my own first experiences with these feelings.
I lean closer, our shoulders touching, and explain that those are butterflies - the physical sensation of falling in love.
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We sit at our usual spot behind the library, Yewon and I eating our lunch together.
It's a quiet moment, just the two of us, when he suddenly asks if he can meet my mom.
My sandwich stops halfway to my mouth, and I turn to look at him.
He's watching me intently, waiting for my response.
"Mom?"
I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Yeah," he says, his eyes filled with sincerity.
"I think it's time I met her. You know, since we're dating and all."
My heart starts racing at the thought of him meeting my mom.
I can feel my anxiety spiking, but before I can say anything, Yewon continues.
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"I want to introduce myself properly. You know, as your boyfriend."
His words catch me off guard, and I find myself speechless for a moment.
Yewon takes my hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"I know you're still figuring things out with your mom," he says softly.
"But I want her to know that I care about you. That I'm here for you."
I swallow hard, trying to process everything he's saying.
Meeting my mom is a big deal for me, and knowing that Yewon is willing to do it means a lot. "She's still processing the pregnancy news," I explain to him, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
Yewon nods understandingly, his thumb brushing against the back of my hand in a comforting gesture.
"I get it," he says gently.
"But I want her to see that I'm not going anywhere. That I'll be here for you both."
My heart skips a beat at his words, and I find myself wanting to believe him more than anything else in the world.
The idea of Yewon meeting my mom sends a mix of excitement and fear through me.
What if they don't get along?
What if she doesn't approve of him?
But then again, what if they hit it off?
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What if she sees how much he cares about me?
Yewon squeezes my hand a little tighter, sensing my hesitation.
"Hey," he says softly, "no matter what happens, we'll face it together, okay?"
I nod slowly, feeling a warmth spread through me at his reassurance.
I lead Yewon up my driveway after school, my hands trembling a little as I unlock the front door.
The house smells like Mom's kimchi jjigae is cooking, and my stomach growls in response.
Yewon adjusts his school uniform and smooths his hair nervously, while I call out to let Mom know we're here.
A moment later, she emerges from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.
Yewon steps forward immediately, not even hesitating for a second.
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He bends into a perfect 90-degree bow, his back straight and head lowered respectfully.
I watch Mom's face light up at the sight of him.
She clasps her hands together and exclaims, "Oh my goodness, so polite! I love it!"
Yewon's face turns a deep shade of red as he holds the bow, but he doesn't straighten up until Mom tells him to.
When he finally does, she rushes forward to pat his shoulder, making him stumble slightly.
"Stay for dinner," she says, already pulling out an extra bowl for the kimchi jjigae.
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I stand frozen by the door, stunned at how quickly Mom has taken to my boyfriend.
We sit at the table, the steam from the kimchi jjigae warming our faces.
Yewon and I sit across from each other, with Mom at the head of the table.
She asks him about school, his family, and what he likes to do for fun.
Yewon answers politely, never faltering once.
Under the table, his fingers find mine and intertwine them gently.
His thumb strokes the inside of my palm, making my heart race.
But his face remains perfectly composed as he tells Mom how delicious her cooking is.
When our eyes meet briefly, I catch him glancing at my lips before quickly looking away.
His ears turn a deep shade of red, but he doesn't break character.
I realize in that moment, as I watch them laugh together, that everything might just be okay.
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We sit on the living room couch after dinner, watching TV while Mom cleans up in the kitchen.
Yewon's hand rests on mine, our fingers still intertwined.
He doesn't let go, even when Mom comes in to join us.
She sits on the armchair opposite us, a smile still on her face.
"I'm going to go take a shower," she says finally, glancing at the clock.
"It's getting late."
Yewon and I both nod, watching as she heads upstairs.
As soon as we hear the sound of the shower turning on, Yewon turns to face me.
His eyes dart to my lips again before he leans in slowly.
He gives me plenty of time to pull away, but I don't.
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Instead, I close my eyes and wait for his soft lips to meet mine in a gentle kiss. It's over all too soon, but Yewon doesn't pull away completely.
He rests his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.
I can feel his heart racing just as fast as mine.
Just as I'm about to lean in for another kiss, we hear Mom's footsteps pause on the stairs.
I jerk back immediately, my face burning red.
But Yewon doesn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
He turns back to the TV like nothing happened, his expression perfectly calm.
Mom comes down the stairs a moment later, her hair wrapped in a towel and a smile on her face.
"Sorry about that," she says casually, glancing between us.
"I didn't mean to interrupt."
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I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out.
Yewon just smiles politely and tells her it's okay.
I realize then, with Yewon's hand still in mine, that this is the beginning of something real.
I sit with Yewon on my bed doing homework when he suddenly puts down his textbook and looks at me.
His serious expression makes me nervous, but I wait for him to speak.
"There's someone else I need to kiss," he says finally, his voice low.
My heart drops for a moment before he reaches out to gently lift my shirt.
He exposes my small baby bump, his fingers brushing against my skin.
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I watch as he leans down slowly, his lips meeting my stomach in a soft kiss.
I can feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I watch him whisper "hello" to the baby.
When he looks up at me, his eyes are wet too.
"I've already found my future husband," he says suddenly, taking my hand in his.
My breath catches in my throat as I look into his eyes.
"You have?"
I ask quietly, my heart racing.
Yewon nods slowly, squeezing my hand tighter.
"Is it me?"
I ask, barely able to breathe.
He nods again, his eyes never leaving mine.
Before I can respond, we hear his mom calling from downstairs.
"Dinner's ready!" she shouts up the stairs.
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Yewon stands up immediately, offering me his hand to help me up.
"Let's go," he says with a soft smile, pulling me to my feet.
I take his hand, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
As we head downstairs, I realize that this is the family I've always dreamed of.
I sit at my usual desk in first period, trying to focus on Mrs. Chen's lecture.
But when I see Yewon walk in late, I can't help but stare.
He slips into the empty seat next to me, his eyes meeting mine for a moment before he looks away.
I try to focus on my notes, but I can feel Yewon's gaze on me occasionally.
When Mrs. Chen turns to write on the board, Yewon slides a small velvet box across my desk.
I glance at him, but he's pretending to take notes like nothing happened.
My hands shake as I carefully open the box under my desk.
Inside, I find a delicate silver ring with a small heart hanging from it.
There's also a folded note that reads "My promise to love both of you forever."
I close the box quickly when Mrs. Chen turns back around, but I can't stop stealing glances at Yewon.
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In that moment, I know my life has changed forever.
I wait for Yewon by his locker after the final bell.
The silver ring box is pressed against my chest in my jacket pocket.
When he finally appears, a smile on his face and his art portfolio under his arm, I pull him behind a row of lockers where other students can't see us.
My fingers trace the ring that's now hanging from the chain around my neck.
Looking into his eyes, I tell him I feel like the luckiest guy ever.
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Yewon grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Well, I did promise to make you feel that way every day," he replies, brushing a stray hair from my forehead.
I laugh softly, feeling the weight of the world lift just a little.
"Come on," he says, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway.
"I want to show you something."
We head out of the school, walking side by side to his house.
When we get there, he takes me straight to his bedroom.
I watch as he nervously fidgets with something on his desk.
Finally, he turns to me with a shy smile and holds out a CD case.
It's decorated with hand-drawn hearts and our names written in cursive.
He opens it carefully, revealing a mix of songs from my favorite artists.
"I made this for you," he explains, his ears turning red.
"I spent hours picking out songs that remind me of you."
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I take the CD from him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
"Thank you," I say softly, looking up at him.
Yewon smiles again, putting the CD into his old player on the desk.
As the first notes play, he takes a deep breath and looks at me seriously.
"There's something else I need to tell you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
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I nod, sensing the gravity of his words.
"I made this mix CD for you," he says, his voice trembling.
"It's a collection of songs that remind me of you and the memories we've shared together."
I sit on the edge of Yewon's bed, listening to the mix CD he made for me.
The soft music fills the room, and I can't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me.
Suddenly, Yewon kneels down in front of me, his eyes locked on mine.
My heart skips a beat as he takes my hands in his, his touch warm and gentle.
He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out.
Instead, he squeezes my hands tightly and looks deep into my eyes.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for him to say something.
The music plays softly in the background, filling the room with a sense of anticipation.
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Finally, Yewon speaks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I know it's too soon," he says, his voice trembling.
"But I want to marry you."
I stare at him in shock, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try to process what he just said.
Yewon looks at me with a serious expression, his eyes pleading with mine.
"I know it's fast," he says again, his voice filled with emotion.
"But I can't imagine living without you. I love you more than anything." The music continues to play softly in the background as I sit there in stunned silence.
Yewon's face turns bright red as he waits for me to respond.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.
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Instead, I squeeze his hands tighter and look deep into his eyes.
I can see the sincerity in his gaze, and I know that he truly means what he's saying.
"Yes," I whisper, my heart full and certain.