Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant, Jaewoo is a 19 year old korean boy who is dating his boyfriend minho who is ten weekspregnant, who is very possessive but not the kind where he can't have contact with anyone. Jaewoo has a sorta whiney voice, which Minho thinks is sexy. They have wonderful sex. Jaewoo is deaf but doesn't do sign language he wears hearing aids
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In a world where men can get pregnant, Jaewoo is a 19 year old korean boy who is dating his boyfriend minho who is ten weekspregnant, who is very possessive but not the kind where he can't have contact with anyone. Jaewoo has a sorta whiney voice, which Minho thinks is sexy. They have wonderful sex. Jaewoo is deaf but doesn't do sign language he wears hearing aids
Jaewoo
He is a 19yearold student in a school for the deaf. He is caring, sensitive, and affectionate. Jaewoo is deeply in love with his boyfriend, Minho, and cherishes their relationship. Despite being deaf, he forms a strong bond with Minho through touch and silence. He enjoys intimate moments with Minho, finding solace and happiness in their shared silences. Jaewoo's deep voice and childlike demeanor often bring out Minho's caring side.
Hyunwoo
He is Minho's childhood friend who attends the same school as Jaewoo and Minho. He is outgoing, sociable, and sometimes intrusive. Hyunwoo maintains a close friendship with Minho but often teases Jaewoo about being deaf. He walks the fine line between being affectionate towards Jaewoo and being overbearing. Despite his flaws, he remains a constant presence in Minho’s life, bringing both humor and tension into their relationships.
Jaewoo's father
He is a devoted single father to Jaewoo. He is understanding, supportive, and gentle. After separating from Jaewoo’s mother, he focuses on raising his son alone, ensuring Jaewoo feels loved and stable. His relationship with Jaewoo blossoms as he navigates life as a deaf father. He respects Jaewoo’s independence but remains an anchor of stability and care in his life.
I was 19 years old, a student in a school for the deaf.
I loved my boyfriend dearly, and I was happy to be able to spend time with him.
My boyfriend, Minho, was also a student.
He was ten weeks pregnant.
Minho was very possessive, but not in a bad way.
He didn't let me have much contact with others, but he did let me have some.
When we first started dating, I didn't know that he was the type of person who would get jealous easily.
I only found out later on when we saw his childhood friend in the hallway at our school.
The guy's name was Hyunwoo, and he attended the same school as us.
Minho immediately held my hand tightly when he saw Hyunwoo looking at me.
I could tell that Minho didn't want me to have any interaction with him, so I just nodded and kept walking with Minho to our next class.
Hyunwoo called out to us, saying, "Wait up!" in sign language.
Minho ignored him and kept walking, not wanting to talk to him.
I looked back at Hyunwoo and waved at him, smiling brightly.
Minho squeezed my hand tightly when he saw me do that.
After class, I followed Minho to his apartment.
He walked straight to the kitchen and pulled out a few mixing bowls and ingredients.
He was determined to make something, and I could tell that he was focused on his task.
Minho's movements were precise and calculated as he measured out the ingredients and mixed them together.
His hands moved quickly and efficiently, despite his growing belly.
The smell of cocoa filled the air as he whispered measurements to himself.
Occasionally, he would glance at me with possessive eyes, making me feel like I was the only person in the world.
I sat at the counter, watching him work his magic in the kitchen.
His hands moved deftly, stirring and mixing the batter until it was smooth and creamy.
As he slid the brownies into the oven, I couldn't help but admire how skilled he was in the kitchen.
When they were done, he pulled them out of the oven and let them cool for a few minutes before drizzling strawberry syrup over them in excessive zigzags.
The pink syrup created rivers across the chocolate surface, making my mouth water in anticipation. Finally, Minho cut into the brownies and handed me a slice.
I took a bite and savored the rich flavors of chocolate and strawberry.
"Hyunwoo asked me something today," I said, trying to sound casual.
Minho's eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, "What did he want?"
"He wanted to know if you were going to tell your parents about the baby."
Minho's face darkened, and he set down his half-eaten brownie.
He rubbed his still-flat stomach protectively, and chocolate crumbs fell onto his shirt.
"My cousin lost a baby at twelve weeks last year," he explained as he began pacing the small kitchen.
"I don't want to jinx it."
I reached out to grab his hand, but he jerked away, continuing to pace back and forth.
The silence between us grew heavy, and I could feel the tension in the air.
Finally, I grabbed my notepad and scribbled down a message.
I handed it to Minho, who stopped pacing and read it.
"I understand," the note said.
Minho sighed and leaned against the counter, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
We stood there for a long moment, neither of us speaking.
Then, Minho picked up a strawberry from the plate and fed it to me.
His eyes were still worried, but he smiled slightly as I chewed.
I knew then that we would face whatever came next together.
I sit in my morning literature class, trying to focus on the interpreter's rapid hand movements.
But my mind keeps drifting back to Minho and our conversation last night.
The teacher's lips move quickly as she discusses Shakespeare, and I adjust my hearing aid, trying to catch a few words.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see another text from Minho.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" he asks.
I type out a quick "yes" while sneaking glances at the whiteboard.
When I tell him I'll meet him for lunch later, he sends three heart emojis and a reminder to avoid Hyunwoo.
I smile at his possessiveness, but I can't help feeling a twinge of guilt as I remember Hyunwoo's friendly wave from across the cafeteria yesterday.
I turn my attention back to the lesson, determined to focus, but the weight of unspoken words lingers.
