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Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant, luca is a 19 year old boy who is about to find out if he's pregnant with his korean boyfriend, seo-Jun baby luca is super fluent in korean and understands everything, while seo-jun speaks in broken english. Luca is best friends with seo-juns grandma Rose, who is 67. In the bathroom, luca video calls Rose, asking her how to take a pregnancy test. Rose only speaks korean. Luca is in the bathroom fixing to find out If he's pregnant
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Luca
He is a 19yearold boy who is deeply in love with his Korean boyfriend, SeoJun. He is caring, anxious, and humorous. Luca shares a close bond with SeoJun's grandmother, Rose, who took him under her wing. He struggles with language barriers as SeoJun speaks little English. Despite this, their relationship thrives on laughter and understanding. Now facing the possibility of being pregnant, Luca is nervous but eager to share the news with SeoJun.
Rose
She is SeoJun's 67yearold grandmother from Korea. She is wise, loving, and protective. Rose takes a fondness to Luca, considering him family. Her language barrier creates comedic moments with Luca but also deepens their connection. She plays an integral role in their community, running a small bakery with her granddaughter Mina. Her warmth and generosity inspire Luca's trust and loyalty, making him eager to confide in her about his impending news.
SeoJun
He is a 20yearold Korean boy who loves his partner Luca deeply. He is playful, supportive, and endearing. SeoJun's limited English doesn't stop him from expressing his feelings through actions and gestures. His grandparents, especially his grandmother Rose, hold a significant place in his heart. He is unaware of the current anxiety Luca faces but has been busy with work. Despite this, their bond remains strong, filled with affection and laughter.
I was sitting on the toilet seat with my palms sweating, and my heart beating like a drumline in a war.
I didn't know what the result of the pregnancy test would be, but I was too scared to even look at it.
I was in the bathroom all by myself, and SeoJun was outside waiting for me with a plate of nachos and two glasses of orange juice.
He didn't know what I was doing, and I didn't want to tell him until I knew the results.
I was 19 years old, and I might just be pregnant with my 20-year-old Korean boyfriend's baby.
SeoJun didn't speak much English, but I was fluent in Korean, so we communicated just fine.
He loved me way too much, almost like a stalker, but I didn't mind because I loved him just as much.
We were best friends with his grandma Rose, who was 67 years old, and she took a liking to me from the moment I met her.
She spoke zero English, but that didn't stop our friendship from blossoming.
Rose had a bakery in Korea with her granddaughter Mina, and every time SeoJun and I went there, she would feed me until I couldn't breathe.
With trembling fingers, I pulled up Rose's contact on my phone and hit the video call button.
The familiar ringtone echoed in the small bathroom while I kept the pregnancy test face-down on the counter.
Rose's wrinkled face appeared on screen, and her eyes crinkled at the corners when she saw how pale my skin was.
"What's wrong?" she asked in rapid Korean.
I turned the phone camera toward the test so she could see it, then I said, "I can't look at it myself."
Rose adjusted her glasses and leaned closer to her screen.
Her eyes widened, and before I could prepare myself for what she was about to say, she blurted out, "Imsin!"
That was the Korean word for pregnant.
Through tear-blurred vision, I watched as Rose placed her hand on her own belly and started making circular motions with her fingers.
She kept repeating the word "aegiya" with a warm smile on her face.
Aegiya meant baby, and it sounded so cute coming out of Rose's mouth.
I nodded, understanding what she was suggesting, then I ended the call after she blew me a kiss.
I stood up from the toilet seat and tucked the positive test into my back pocket.
Taking several deep breaths, I placed my fingers on my still-flat stomach and started tracing small circles like Rose had shown me.
I opened the bathroom door, ready to face SeoJun and the future we would build together.
I stepped out of the bathroom and found SeoJun sitting cross-legged on our bed with his back against the headboard.
He had a plate of nachos in front of him, and several snack bags were scattered around the bed.
His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he quickly set aside the chips he was eating.
There were crumbs on his chin, and I tried my best not to smile at how adorable he looked.
SeoJun's eyes followed my hand as I continued making small circles on my stomach.
He frowned slightly, clearly confused by what I was doing.
I kept my hand moving in a circular motion, hoping that he would understand what I was trying to tell him without using words.
SeoJun's eyes widened a bit, and he set aside the bag of chips he was holding.
Then he crawled closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Are you...?" he asked softly, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper as I replied, "Yes, we're going to have a baby."
SeoJun's eyes filled with tears, and he reached out to gently place his hand over mine on my stomach.
I watched as he tried to form the word with his lips, but it seemed like he couldn't quite get it right.
His brow furrowed in concentration, and I could see the effort he was putting into forming the word.
His lips moved silently, practicing, while his hand remained warm against mine on my stomach.
"P-preg..." he started, then shook his head in frustration.
He tried again, "Pregan?" and looked at me hopefully.
Even though I knew exactly what he meant, I waited patiently for him to try again.
He pulled out his phone and started typing furiously, then turned the screen towards me to show the Korean-English translator app.
The screen displayed the word "pregnant," and he pointed between it and my stomach several times, his eyes shining with determination.
I place my hand over his on my stomach, feeling the warmth of his palm through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
Looking into his eyes, I softly say in Korean, "Ae-gi-ga bae-so-ge iss-eo-yo."
The familiar words flow naturally from my lips - "There's a little baby in my belly."
SeoJun's eyes light up at hearing his native language, and his fingers spread wider across my abdomen.
He repeats the phrase back to me, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Ae-gi-ga bae-so-ge iss-eo-yo," he echoed, his voice a mix of wonder and disbelief.
I nodded, tears welling up as I whispered, "Yes, our little miracle."
SeoJun pulled me into a gentle embrace, murmuring, "I can't believe it... we're going to be parents."
I leaned into his arms, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
The emotional weight of our discovery made my stomach growl unexpectedly, breaking the silence between us.
SeoJun pulled back slightly, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he looked down at me.
He gestured towards the half-eaten plate of nachos on the bed and asked in Korean, "Baegopa?"
The word meant "hungry" in English, and I couldn't help but smile through my tears at the familiar phrase.
Before I could answer, SeoJun was already reaching for the plate of nachos.
He carefully brushed away any loose crumbs from the bedspread and then held out the plate to me with both hands.
I push away the plate of nachos as my stomach churns uncomfortably.
The smell suddenly makes me queasy, and I press my hand against my mouth.
"Achim-sickness," I mutter in Korean, remembering the term for morning sickness.
SeoJun tilts his head, glancing at his phone where the time reads 2:47 PM.
"Ani, jigeum ohu-ya," he corrects me gently, pointing at the time.
I barely register his words about it being afternoon as I bolt from the bed, nearly tripping over our scattered snacks in my rush to reach the bathroom.
I lean over the toilet, gripping the sides as my stomach heaves.
Through the open bathroom door, I hear SeoJun's footsteps following me.
"Jigeum ohu-ya," he insists, pointing at his phone screen again.
I try to explain between retches that morning sickness can happen at any time of day, but my limited Korean fails me.
SeoJun kneels beside me, rubbing my back gently while still muttering about it being afternoon.
Despite feeling awful, I can't help but laugh at his literal interpretation of "morning" sickness.
My laughter quickly turns into another wave of nausea.
I rest my head against the cool bathroom wall, feeling SeoJun pull out his phone.
Through my nausea, I hear him dialing a number and speaking rapid Korean to whoever answers.
He gestures wildly with one hand while the other stays firmly on my back, rubbing circles.
I catch fragments of the conversation - "achim-sickness" and "help him."
The voice on the other end sounds like Rose, SeoJun's mother.
She asks a few questions, and SeoJun responds with short answers, his eyes darting between me and the medicine cabinet above the sink.
Rose's voice grows clearer as she instructs SeoJun in Korean.
He nods repeatedly, even though she can't see him.
I recognize some of the words she says - "ginger tea" and "crackers."
I groan appreciatively at the mention of her traditional remedies for nausea.
SeoJun helps me up, and we follow him through the crowded mall.
I'm still queasy from the earlier bout of morning sickness, but Rose's ginger tea has helped.
We pass by a storefront with a window display that catches SeoJun's attention.
He stops abruptly, his nose practically pressed against the glass.
Inside, rows of tiny baby shoes line the shelves - pink booties, miniature sneakers, and delicate sandals no bigger than my thumb.
SeoJun points at a pair of white cotton shoes with intricate lace details.
His eyes widen in disbelief as he measures the tiny shoe size with his fingers.
"Aegiya bal... impossible small," he mutters in broken English, shaking his head.
I chuckle softly, nudging him with my elbow.
"Not impossible," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
SeoJun turns to me, eyes wide with realization. "Are you saying...?"
I place my hand on the glass next to his, right over the display of white baby shoes.
SeoJun's eyes follow as I trace the tiny sole with my finger.
"Agi eobsneun... newborn babies are this small," I explain in broken Korean, hoping he understands.
SeoJun shakes his head again, his fingers measuring the shoe size against his palm over and over.
A store clerk notices our interest and approaches us.
"Annyeonghaseyo," she greets us, bowing slightly.
"Would you like to see the shoes?"
SeoJun nods eagerly, his eyes still fixed on the tiny white shoe.
The clerk leads us into the store, retrieving the shoe from the display window.
She hands it to SeoJun, who cradles it in his large hands like it's made of glass.
His expression shifts between wonder and fear as he stares at the delicate lace details.
The shoe looks even tinier in SeoJun's large hands.
He looks up at me, eyes filled with a mix of awe and determination.
I place his hand on my lower belly, right above my hipbone.
"I think I feel the baby moving," I say, trying to sound convincing.
SeoJun's eyes widen as he leans closer, pressing his palm flat against my stomach.
"Baby... kick?" he asks in broken English.
I nod enthusiastically, caught up in the excitement of the moment.
SeoJun quickly pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously in Korean.
After a few seconds, he looks at me skeptically and shows me the screen.
It's an article about fetal development, with a chart listing the weeks of pregnancy and corresponding baby size.
"Too small," SeoJun says firmly, pointing at the weeks listed.
"Jeongmal?" he asks - really?
I blush, realizing I got carried away with my excitement.
But as SeoJun's hand remains on my belly, I feel a gentle flutter, and his eyes light up with a newfound certainty.