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Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant, Taka is a 19-year-old Japanese boy who used to be in a K-pop group called Mellow but got kicked out cause he is pregnant. Taka is now currently thirty-four weeks pregnant and is engaged to a K-pop soloist named Jim, who is korean
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Taka
He is a former Kpop star turned solo artist in a group called Mellow. He is resilient, talented, and determined. Taka was kicked out of Mellow when his pregnancy became known, but he continued his music career despite the setback. He released several successful albums and singles. He met Jim, a Kpop soloist, and fell in love. They got engaged after a month of dating. Taka is now preparing for his baby's birth while enjoying his pregnancy.
Jim
He is a solo Kpop artist who achieved fame with his debut single "Love Me". He is supportive, caring, and charming. Jim met Taka at a fan meeting and was surprised to discover Taka's pregnancy. Despite this setback, Jim continued to be close to Taka and even ended up falling in love with him. They had a whirlwind romance, leading to their engagement just a month later. Jim is supportive of Taka's pregnancy and eagerly anticipates becoming a father.
Mellow
They are a Kpop group composed of former friends from the same dance studio as Taka. They are competitive, loyal, and talented. Mellow was formed after Taka's departure from the group they originally formed together. Although they initially kicked Taka out due to his pregnancy, they continued to achieve success without him. However, they later apologized for their actions and offered friendship and support to Taka during his career comeback. The group consisted of members like Minwoo, Hana, and Seojin.
I am Taka, a 19-year-old Japanese boy.
I was once a member of a K-pop group called Mellow.
After being kicked out of the group and becoming famous again solo, I had an unexpected pregnancy.
At that time, I was only 18 years old and didn't know what to do.
Luckily, I met Jim, another K-pop star who became my boyfriend, then my fiancé.
I am currently thirty-four weeks pregnant and will give birth in two months.
My love story with Jim began after I left Mellow.
When I found out I was pregnant, I decided not to tell anyone.
However, when my stomach started to show, rumors spread quickly online.
The media soon discovered my secret and exposed me to the public.
As a result, all the fans of Mellow were shocked and angry.
They accused me of being pregnant out of wedlock and demanded that I apologize for betraying their trust.
The other members of Mellow didn't want to see me anymore and officially kicked me out of the group.
I was heartbroken, but I didn't give up on my music career.
Instead, I released several successful albums and singles as a solo artist.
A year later, I attended a fan meeting for my fans in Korea.
During the event, I took pictures with fans and gave them autographs.
While signing autographs, a young girl came to my table with trembling hands.
She was carrying a small gift bag decorated with yellow ribbons.
She opened the bag and pulled out a small knitted giraffe.
It was about the size of my palm, and the wool was soft yellow with brown spots.
The giraffe's long neck drooped slightly to one side, and its ears were a bit crooked.
The stitches were not perfect, but I could see that the girl had put a lot of time and effort into making it.
My eyes watered as she explained that she had spent weeks learning to knit just so she could make this for my baby.
I stood up from my seat, my pregnant belly making it a bit awkward, and gave her a careful hug.
After hugging the fan, I sat back down in my chair and rested my hand on my swollen belly.
The girl stood by my table for a while, clutching her album tightly.
She looked at me with a mixture of admiration and nervousness.
I could tell that she was trying to find the right words to say.
Finally, she spoke up in Korean, "I deleted all Mellow's songs from my playlist."
Her voice was barely audible, and she kept her eyes fixed on the ground.
"I don't think it's right to listen to their songs after what they did to you."
Her words caught me off guard, and I didn't know how to respond.
I gripped the knitted giraffe tightly in my hand, feeling its softness against my skin.
Memories of Mellow flooded my mind - the harsh meeting room where we had our final confrontation, the cold looks on their faces when they asked me to leave the group.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. "It's okay," I said softly, trying to reassure her.
"I understand why you would feel that way."
The girl looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"Thank you for understanding," she whispered.
"I just can't bear to listen to their music anymore."
I nodded sympathetically, knowing that it must have been hard for her to make that decision.
Mellow was a popular group, and their music had been a big part of many fans' lives.
I could see how difficult it must have been for her to let go of something that had brought her so much joy.
The staff signaled that it was almost time for the next fan to come forward, but I didn't want this conversation to end yet.
There was still so much I wanted to say, so much I needed to express.
But as the next fan approached, I realized that sometimes silence speaks louder than words.
As I watch the crying fan being led away by the staff, I notice movement near the entrance of the room.
Someone has just walked in and is heading towards the line of fans waiting to meet me.
I glance up to see who it is, and my heart skips a beat as I recognize the person.
It's Jim, wearing a black face mask and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
He's holding my latest album in his hand, and he looks like any other fan waiting in line.
I can't believe he's here.
He's supposed to be in the recording studio across town, working on his next single.
But instead, he's here, pretending to be just another fan waiting to meet me.
The other fans start whispering to each other as they notice him, some pointing at him and others looking confused.
I continue signing albums mechanically, trying not to draw attention to myself or Jim.
But I can't help sneaking glances at him as he slowly makes his way closer and closer to my table. My hands start to get sweaty as he approaches, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I try to calm myself down by taking deep breaths, but it doesn't seem to help.
When Jim finally reaches my table, he slides my album forward without saying a word.
I look up at him, and our eyes meet for a brief moment before he looks away again.
I sign the album quickly and hand it back to him without saying anything either.
As he takes the album, he leans in slightly and whispers, "I couldn't stay away, Taka."
His voice is barely audible over the chatter of the crowd, but it sends a shiver down my spine.
"I have something important to tell you," he continues, his eyes serious beneath the brim of his cap.
I nod slightly, still not saying a word.
Jim slides into the seat across from me, pulling his mask down with trembling fingers.
The other fans gasp and whisper to each other as they realize who he is.
My manager steps forward, looking concerned that Jim is disrupting the event, but Jim waves him off.
He reaches across the table and takes my hands in his, his touch sending warmth through my body.
The baby kicks inside me, as if sensing my excitement.
Jim's eyes lock with mine, his gaze filled with emotion.
His thumb traces circles on my palm as he leans closer to me, his voice barely above a whisper.
The other fans fall silent, their phones held up to record this moment.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear.
The fans around us hold their phones higher, trying to get a better shot.
My manager shifts uncomfortably by the wall, checking his watch for what feels like the hundredth time.
Jim's fingers continue tracing circles on my palm as he whispers, "I love you."
Before I can respond, he stands up smoothly and cups my face with both hands.
His familiar cologne fills my senses as he presses his lips against mine.
Then, like always, he wiggles his eyebrows, does a little dance step backward, and waves with both hands while mouthing "bye-bye" in an exaggerated way.
I rush out of the fan meeting venue and hail a taxi to take me to Jim's recording studio across town.
The entire ride, my heart is still racing from his surprise kiss.
I can't believe he came to the fan meeting just to tell me that he loves me.
When I arrive at the recording studio, I'm greeted by the producer, who looks surprised to see me.
"Hey, Taka," he says, glancing down at my belly.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm fine," I reply, smiling at him.
"Is Jim still here?"
"Yeah, he's still in the recording booth," he says, gesturing towards the glass window.
I walk over to the window and peek inside.
Jim is standing in front of the microphone, his eyes closed as he sings into it.
His voice is smooth and soulful, filling the room with a slow and sensual melody. I listen intently as he sings about someone named "Ka."
His voice caresses each note with intimate familiarity, as if he's singing directly to this person.
The lyrics are sensual and romantic, making my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
I've never heard Jim sing like this before, and it takes my breath away.
As I watch him sing, I feel a pang of jealousy towards this mysterious "Ka" person.
Who is she?
Why is Jim singing about her?
Does he love her too?
As these thoughts swirl in my head, Jim suddenly opens his eyes and looks straight at me through the glass window.
He stumbles over the lyrics and breaks into an embarrassed smile when he sees me standing there watching him. The producer gives a signal to cut the recording, and Jim hurries out of the booth.
"Hey, Taka," he says, walking towards me with a sheepish grin.
"I didn't know you were coming."
I stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
He takes my hands in his and presses them against his chest.
"Listen, I want to explain this new song I'm working on," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
"I wrote it for you."
My eyes widen in surprise as he continues.
"You know how we decided to keep our relationship private?"
I nod, still not saying anything.
"Well, I wanted to find a way to express my feelings for you without giving away our secret," he explains.
"So, I came up with this idea of shortening your name from 'Taka' to 'Ka.' It's subtle enough that most people won't notice, but it still captures the essence of who you are."
I look at him skeptically, unsure if I buy into his explanation.
But then he starts singing again, this time walking me through the lyrics line by line. "See here?" he says, pointing to a specific verse.
"This part is about the first time we met. Remember how you spilled coffee all over me?"
He chuckles as he sings about how our eyes locked and sparks flew between us.
"And this part," he continues, "is about how you make me feel when we're together. You know how you scrunch up your nose when you laugh? It's adorable."
I can't help but smile as he sings about how much he loves that little quirk of mine.
"And then there's this verse," he says, his voice filled with emotion.
"This one is about finding out that you're pregnant. I was so scared at first, but then I realized that it was the best thing that could have ever happened to us."
As he sings about feeling the baby kick for the first time and seeing its tiny heartbeat on the ultrasound screen, my own heart swells with love for him. The baby kicks inside me again, as if recognizing Jim's voice and responding to his love.
Jim places his hand on my belly and grins proudly at how strong the kick was.
"See? The baby loves my song too," he says with a wink.
I can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm and playful nature.
"Jim," I say softly, "I was so worried when I heard you singing about 'Ka.'"
He chuckles, squeezing my hands gently.
"I wanted it to be a surprise, but I guess I got carried away with the secrecy."
His eyes meet mine, full of sincerity.
"Trust me, Taka, this song is all about you. And I can't wait for you to hear the whole thing."
We sit in the break room of Jim's studio, eating takeout and discussing our plans for the upcoming album release.
Jim keeps giggling between bites of his sandwich, clearly excited about something.
Finally, he pulls out his phone and shows me the designs he commissioned for the album stickers.
They're cartoon versions of us as kababs, with my pregnant belly rendered as extra meat on the skewer.
Jim's signature eyebrows are even drawn onto his kabab face.
"Get it? Ka and kabab!"
He bounces in his seat excitedly.
The producer walks into the break room and sees the designs on Jim's phone.
"Wow, those are... unique," the producer says, raising an eyebrow.
Jim laughs, "I know, right? I thought it was a fun way to celebrate our little secret."
The producer nods, then adds, "Just make sure the fans don't catch on too soon."