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My Boyfriend's Baby
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
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looky
He is a 19yearold high school student in a world where men can get pregnant. He is adventurous, sensitive, and responsible. Looky enjoys playing soccer and shares a close bond with his boyfriend, Jae. He experiences the joy and challenges of fatherhood for the first time, dealing with the bleeding implantation of his child, a baby girl he plans to name Luna. This event marks a significant change in his life, bringing both new responsibilities and happiness.
jae
He is looky's boyfriend and fellow high school student. He is caring, supportive, and affectionate. Jae shares a deep bond with looky, often seen holding hands and showing public display of affection. He stands by looky during significant moments, such as when looky experiences implantation bleeding. His relationship with looky is strong and central to their shared life. Jae plans to be a responsible partner, helping looky navigate the responsibilities of fatherhood.
luna
She is looky's unborn child, a baby girl conceived throughimplation bleeding. She is not directly experienced yet but is the cause of significant change in looky's life. She is the future hope and joy for looky and jae, representing a new chapter in their relationship. Her presence motivates looky to make necessary preparations for her arrival, showcasing the responsibility and anticipation that come with becoming a parent.
I am a 19yearold Korean man, and I go by the name of looky.
I am in my last year of high school, and I have a boyfriend also in the same school as me.
We are always seen together holding hands, because why not?
Why hide it when it is perfectly normal for men to get pregnant in this world?
My boyfriend’s name is Jae, and he is just one month older than me.
I got my period two days ago, and now I am experiencing the bleeding of implantation, which means that right now, this very second, a tiny life is forming inside my belly.
This means that Jae and I are going to be fathers!
I am so happy, yet at the same time very scared.
I know that I will be the one to give birth, but Jae has promised to be with me all the way.
He will take care of me when I have morning sickness and when my belly gets too big.
We are going to be a team in raising our child.
I am so grateful to have him by my side.
"Jae, I don’t think that I will be able to go to school today," I said while sitting on the toilet, wiping myself clean.
"What’s wrong? Are you okay?"
Jae crouched down next to me and took my hand in his.
"I got my period two days ago, and now I am experiencing the bleeding of implantation. It has been three days."
"I am fine. I just have some cramps and I am bleeding a little bit," I said while leaning against the bathroom stall.
I was still holding the tissue paper that was stained with spots of blood.
Jae’s face was full of concern as he looked at me through the gap in the door.
"What is implanting bleeding?"
Jae asked, his voice echoing in the empty school bathroom.
I couldn’t help but smile at him despite the cramps that I was feeling.
"You mean implantation bleeding," I corrected him gently as I shifted my position so that I could see his face better.
"It means that our baby is attaching to my uterus wall right now," I said while showing him the tissue paper as evidence.
Jae’s eyes widened in understanding, and then they became glassy with unshed tears.
I leaned against the bathroom wall and took a deep breath to steady myself.
The cramps made it hard for me to focus, but I tried my best to explain it to him in simple terms.
"When the fertilized egg finds a spot in the uterus, it burrows into the wall to grow. That’s what’s happening right now - our baby is making its home inside me," I said while watching his face change from confusion to understanding.
Jae placed his hand on my lower abdomen, and I winced slightly because of the tenderness.
Another cramp hit me, and I gripped the edge of the sink tightly.
"Should we go to the nurse?"
"No, I just need you here with me."
I woke up at 5 AM with a churning sensation in my stomach.
It was like a wave of nausea that came out of nowhere, and before I knew it, I was sprinting to the bathroom.
I barely made it to the toilet before I started throwing up.
I knelt over the bowl, emptying my stomach while trying to stay as quiet as possible.
I didn’t want to wake up my parents, who were sleeping just down the hall.
Between heaves, I glanced at the bathroom counter where I had left the pregnancy tests from last night.
Seven pink lines stared back at me, confirming what the implantation bleeding had already suggested.
Another wave of nausea hit me, and I gripped the toilet bowl harder, willing myself to ride it out.
Just as I thought it was over, my phone buzzed with an incoming text.
It was Jae, asking if I was okay.
"Jae, I think morning sickness has officially started," I texted back, trying to keep my tone light despite the queasiness.
His reply was almost immediate: "Do you want me to come over? I can sneak out before my parents wake up."
I hesitated for a moment, then typed, "Yes, please. I could really use some company right now."
I sat down on the cold bathroom floor, still feeling a bit queasy from throwing up.
I heard soft tapping at the window and knew it was Jae.
He climbed in carefully, his feet landing with a gentle thud on the tiled floor.
Without saying a word, he settled behind me, his legs spread so I could lean back against his chest.
His warm hands slipped under my t-shirt, pressing gently against my lower abdomen.
The nausea eased slightly as he began stroking small circles on my belly.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the familiar sensation of his touch as he traced patterns on my skin.
Another wave of sickness hit me, and I tensed up against him.
"Hey, it's okay," Jae whispered, his voice soothing as he held me tighter.
"I read that ginger tea can help with nausea; should I make you some?"
I nodded, grateful for his presence and the small comforts he offered.
I leaned against the wall while he slipped out of the bathroom, careful not to make any noise that would wake my parents.
I heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, and soon the sound of the kettle whistling filled the air.
I cringed a bit at the loud noise, but thankfully, it didn’t seem to disturb anyone.
A few minutes later, Jae returned with a steaming mug in his hands.
He helped me sit up and placed the mug in front of me.
The steam wafted up, carrying the familiar scent of ginger.
I wrapped my hands around the mug, feeling the warmth seep into my clammy palms.
"Drink slowly," Jae instructed as he sat beside me.
I took small sips of the tea, grimacing slightly at the sharp taste of ginger.
But as I swallowed, I could feel the nausea start to subside.
Jae watched me closely, his hand still rubbing circles on my back. After a few more sips, I felt a bit better and leaned back against him again.
He continued stroking my belly, and I closed my eyes once more, letting myself relax in his embrace.
Just as I thought the nausea was gone for good, another wave hit me, and I quickly set the mug down on the floor beside me.
I focused on breathing deeply, willing myself to keep the tea down.
I clutch the bathroom sink as another wave of nausea passes.
The ginger tea sits half-finished on the counter, its warmth slowly dissipating.
Jae watches me with growing concern, his hand still rubbing circles on my back.
As the wave subsides, I lean against him, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.
"You’re pale," he whispers, his voice filled with worry.
"Maybe we should get you to a doctor."
I shake my head weakly, knowing that this is just part of the pregnancy journey.
"I’ll be okay," I assure him.
But as I speak, another wave of nausea hits me, and I grip the sink tighter.
Jae’s hand moves to my hair, gently brushing it away from my face as I lean over the toilet again.
After a few moments, the nausea passes, and I straighten up, my body shaking from the exertion.
"Hey," Jae says softly, concern etched on his face.
"I think you need to rest. Let’s get you to my house."
I try to protest, knowing that my parents would be worried if they found out I was gone.
But my legs feel weak, and I know I can’t make it back to bed without help. Jae helps me stand up, wrapping an arm around my waist for support.
He guides me out of the bathroom and toward my bedroom window.
As we approach the window, he pauses and looks at me with determination in his eyes.
"I’m taking care of you today," he says firmly.
"We’ll figure everything out later."
I nod weakly, knowing that I can’t resist his concern right now.
He helps me climb out through the window and onto the fire escape outside.
As we make our way down the stairs, he keeps a steady hold on me, ensuring that I don’t stumble or fall.
Once we reach the ground, he wraps his arm around me again and leads me toward his house a few blocks away. As we walk, I lean heavily against him, grateful for his support both physically and emotionally.
When we reach his house, he guides me inside and helps me onto the couch in his living room. He pulls a blanket over me and tucks it in gently around my body before sitting down beside me. "Get some rest," he whispers softly as he strokes my hair. "We’ll talk later."
I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of the blanket and Jae's presence.
"Jae," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if I'm not ready for this?"
He pauses, his hand stilling in my hair, and replies softly, "Then we'll figure it out together, one step at a time."
I sit on my bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
It's been weeks since I found out I was pregnant, and the changes in my body are becoming more noticeable every day.
My once-flat stomach now has a small but definite curve, and my school uniform feels tighter around my waist.
I run my hand over the bump, feeling a mix of amazement and anxiety.
This is really happening.
I glance down at my phone, where I have a countdown timer set for the due date.
It's still months away, but it feels like time is moving faster than ever before.
There's a soft knock at the door, and Jae pokes his head in.
"Hey," he says softly, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
"You look... different."
I nod, gesturing to my stomach.
"It's getting harder to hide this."
He steps into the room and sits down beside me on the bed.
"Maybe we should tell our teachers soon," he suggests gently. "The morning sickness has been getting worse, and it's harder to hide all the times I run to the bathroom."
Jae frowns, his brow furrowing with concern.
"I don't want you to push yourself too hard," he says softly.
"We can figure something out."
I sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude toward him.
"I know," I reply, "but I don't want to fall behind in school either. It's already hard enough balancing everything."
Jae reaches out and places his hand on my stomach, gently stroking the small bump that has formed there.
"You're amazing," he whispers softly, his eyes filled with admiration.
"And we'll get through this together."
As he touches me, I place my hand over his, feeling a surge of love and connection between us.
I sit at my desk, picking at the food in front of me during lunch break.
Jae watches me with concern, knowing that my appetite has been unpredictable lately.
As I take another bite, a wave of nausea hits me, and I push the food away.
I rest my head on the desk, feeling a mix of exhaustion and discomfort.
Jae leans close to me, his hand finding its way to my lower abdomen where our child grows.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he whispers softly, and for a moment, I think he's talking to me.
But then I realize that his words are meant for our baby.
A smile tugs at my lips as I listen to him speak directly to our child for the first time.
His voice is filled with tenderness and reassurance, and it makes my chest tighten with emotion.
He continues rubbing small circles on my stomach, and despite feeling sick, I can't help but smile at this intimate moment between us.
I lean back in my chair, letting the nausea pass.
I haven't eaten much lunch, and I feel weak.
Jae continues rubbing my stomach, his touch gentle against my school uniform.
When I open my eyes, I catch him staring at me with a look I've never seen before.
It's almost playful and mischievous.
He grins and points his finger at me, then moves it to my belly.
"Now I have two babies to take care of," he says softly.
His comment makes me blush, and I try to protest weakly that I'm not a baby.
But before I can say anything, he presses a small kiss to my temple and cuts off my words.
I try to sit up straighter, ready to remind him that I'm not a child anymore.
But his laughter fills the room, and I realize that maybe it's okay to let him take care of me for a little while longer.
I sit at Jae's kitchen table, staring at the steaming bowl of seaweed soup in front of me.
It's a traditional Korean dish, rich in nutrients and iron, and Jae insists that I need it to stay healthy during my pregnancy.
I watch as he takes a spoonful and carefully brings it to my mouth.
My stomach churns at the sight of the slimy seaweed, but I know I need to eat something.
I open my mouth and let him feed me, trying not to gag as the warm liquid touches my tongue.
Jae smiles encouragingly as I swallow, then takes another spoonful and brings it toward my lips.
This time, I turn my head away slightly, unable to bear the smell of the seaweed any longer.
Jae sighs softly and tries again, but I shake my head firmly. "You need to eat," he reminds me gently.
"The doctor said you're low on iron."
I nod reluctantly, knowing he's right.
I take another spoonful of the soup, forcing myself to swallow it down.
But as Jae tries for another bite, I can't help but gag slightly.
The smell of the seaweed is overpowering, and I feel my stomach churn with nausea.
Jae frowns with concern but doesn't push me further.
He sets the spoon down and watches me closely, waiting to see if I'll be able to keep anything down.
After a few moments, he picks up the spoon again and holds it out to me.
"Try one more bite," he says softly.
"You need your strength."
I hesitate for a moment but eventually open my mouth and let him feed me once more.
The taste of the seaweed is still unpleasant, but I manage to swallow it without gagging this time. Jae smiles encouragingly and takes another spoonful of the soup.
But before he can bring it to my mouth, I push his hand away gently.
"I can't," I say softly, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me again.
Jae sets the spoon down and looks at me with concern.
"You need to eat," he reminds me gently.
"The doctor said-"
"I know," I interrupt him softly.
"But I can't do it right now."
Jae nods understandingly and sets the bowl aside.
He reaches out and gently strokes my hair, trying to comfort me as I sit there feeling miserable.
After a few moments of silence, he speaks up again softly. "Maybe we should try something else," he suggests gently.
I sit hunched over the toilet in Jae's bathroom, my stomach still churning from the failed attempt with the seaweed soup.
Jae rummages through his kitchen cabinets, the sound of opening and closing doors echoing down the hall.
After a few moments, he returns with a package of plain saltine crackers.
He kneels down beside me on the cold tile floor, breaking open the wrapper and holding out a single cracker for me to take.
The dry scent of the crackers fills my senses, and it feels less threatening than the smell of the seaweed soup.
I nibble the edge of the cracker, still leaning against the bathroom wall.
My stomach is still queasy, but I try to focus on the simple, comforting taste of the saltine.
Jae shifts closer to me, his hand moving to rest on my small baby bump.
He leans down toward my belly, his face inches from where our little one is growing inside me.
"Sweetheart, please cooperate with me," he whispers softly, his voice filled with pleading.
"Your daddy needs to eat."
His warm breath tickles through my shirt, making me shiver slightly.
When he looks up at me with hopeful eyes, I manage to take another small bite of the cracker.
My nausea hasn't fully subsided, but I know he's right.
"Maybe we can try something else," Jae suggests, his voice gentle but determined.
I nod, grateful for his patience. "What did you have in mind?"
He smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "How about some ginger tea? It might help settle your stomach."
I sit on the edge of Jae's bed, watching as he breaks down in front of me.
It's been another long day of constant nausea, and despite our best efforts, I haven't been able to keep anything down.
Jae's shoulders shake as he sobs, his body trembling with emotion.
"I can't do this," he whispers between sobs.
"I feel like a failure."
I reach out to touch his arm, but he pulls away from me.
He gestures towards the dinner plate that sits on the nightstand, barely touched.
Next to it are all the remedies we've tried - ginger tea, crackers, pregnancy candies.
His voice cracks as he speaks again.
"Watching you go through this every morning...it's killing me."
"I'm sorry," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's not your fault," Jae replies, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
"But I feel so helpless, and I don't know how to make it better."
I lean back against the headboard of his bed, still seeing the tears on his cheeks.
He looks so vulnerable, so broken, and all I want to do is comfort him.
"Come here," I say softly, patting the spot beside me on the bed.
Jae hesitates for a moment, then slowly moves closer.
I guide his head to rest on my small baby bump, hoping that feeling our little one will give him some sense of peace.
His breath hitches as he snuggles into me.
"Tell our baby a story," I suggest, running my fingers through his hair.
"Anything you want."
At first, Jae stays silent, but then he begins to speak softly in Korean.
It's a story about how we met last year in soccer practice, and how he knew from the moment he saw me that I was special.
His voice trembles at first, but as he continues to talk, it grows steadier.
I listen intently to every word he says, feeling his tears dampen my shirt as they fall. "And now," he says finally, his voice filled with emotion, "now we're going to have a baby together."
He pauses for a moment, looking uncertain.
I press his hand gently against the spot where our baby grows inside me.
"Keep going," I whisper softly.
He lays his head back on my stomach, continuing his story to our baby.
His voice grows softer as he talks about how I smiled at him across the soccer field that first day.
Through gentle sobs, he tells our child how my kindness changed him, how my strength amazes him, and how watching me carry our baby makes him love me more each day.
His tears continue to dampen my shirt as he whispers in Korean about wanting to protect us both forever.
I rest on my side in bed while Jae continues talking to our baby.
His voice grows softer as the evening wears on, and his fingers draw circles on my small bump through my damp shirt.
When he notices me fighting to keep my eyes open, he shifts closer to me.
"Goodnight sweetheart, until we meet," he whispers directly to my belly.
His tender Korean words make my chest tighten.
He repeats the phrase, pressing a gentle kiss above where our baby grows inside me.
I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his love envelop us both.
I roll over in bed, feeling the familiar morning queasiness in my stomach.
I reach over to Jae's side, but he's not there.
Instead, I find a folded paper on his pillow with my name written on it.
I open it and see two separate messages - one small and near the bottom that reads "Hi baby" and another at the top that says "Hello sweetheart."
The note continues with "I'm in town brb."
As I read the words, another wave of nausea hits me, making me curl around my small bump.
I breathe deeply, trying to calm the discomfort.
When it passes, I grab my phone from the nightstand and consider texting Jae.
But then I decide to wait.
I lie back in bed, fighting the waves of nausea that keep coming.
Suddenly, I hear rustling at the window.
I look over and see Jae climbing in, struggling to balance something large.
As he steps into the room, I realize he's carrying an enormous white teddy bear, nearly as big as him, with a bouquet of pink roses tucked in its arms.
He sets the bear beside the bed and hands me the flowers.
"These are to thank you for carrying our baby," he explains.
The soft fur of the teddy bear brushes against my arm as Jae helps me sit up to smell the roses.
But the sweet scent triggers another bout of morning sickness.
"Jae, you didn't have to do all this," I say, trying to suppress the queasiness.
"I wanted to surprise you both," he replies, a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Well, you certainly did," I laugh weakly, clutching my stomach as the nausea subsides.
I lean against my headboard with the roses in my lap, trying to manage the lingering nausea.
Suddenly, Jae starts crying again.
Through his tears, he reaches out to touch my face gently, his fingers trembling.
His eyes scan my features, taking in every detail.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice breaking.
"The pregnancy... it's made you even more radiant."
He pauses, struggling to find the words.
"Your skin glows, your cheeks are fuller, and there's this soft curve where our baby grows inside you."
His voice cracks as he speaks.
"It's all so... overwhelming. I can't help but cry whenever I look at you."
I try to brush off his words, but he grabs my hand and presses it against my cheek.
"Look at you, baby," he says, his voice filled with emotion.
"You're stunning."
I rest my head on my pillow, still feeling queasy from the morning sickness.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I reach for it to check the message.
It's from Jae, asking how I'm feeling.
I text him back, telling him I need him here.
He immediately replies, "I miss you."
My heart flutters at his words, despite the nausea still churning in my stomach.
I type back, "Our baby is making me sick again."
He responds instantly, "I'll be right there."
As I wait for him to arrive, I curl around my growing bump, remembering how tenderly he spoke to our baby last night.
The sound of pebbles hitting my window signals his arrival.
"Hey, I brought ginger tea," Jae says as he climbs through the window again, holding a steaming mug.
I smile weakly, grateful for his thoughtfulness.
"Thanks, Jae," I reply, taking the mug and feeling the warmth seep into my hands.
