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MidReal Story
My Forbidden Crush on My Husband
Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant. Hyun, a 19 year old korean boy, works at a daycare where his 2 year old daughter misty goes. Hyun is twenty-two weeks pregnant with a baby boy. Hyun is married to his husband, Yi-jun, who is very suicidal, who is twenty-six and has been in a coma for 3 years after he sped in his car to try and kill himself. Hyun works at the same daycare that his daughter misty goes to. This is hyuns second baby
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Hyun
He is a 19yearold high school graduate who dropped out to support his family. He is dedicated, resilient, and nurturing. Hyun works at a daycare where his daughter, Misty, plays. He shares a room with his husband, Yijun, who has been in a coma for three years. Despite the challenges, Hyun takes care of Yijun and supports his family. He discovers he is pregnant with a baby boy while working at the daycare.
Jaehyun
He is another coworker at the daycare where Hyun works. He is blunt, skeptical, and energetic. Jaehyun often makes casual comments about Hyun's situation, not fully understanding the complexities of his marriage to Yijun. Despite this, he shows occasional kindness and respect towards Hyun’s confidentiality about his personal life.
Misty
She is Hyun's 2yearold daughter who attends the daycare where Hyun works. She is curious, playful, and affectionate. Misty loves her father and spends quality time with him despite being too young to understand his situation. Her presence brings joy to Hyun's life and motivates him to continue caring for Yijun despite his own struggles and the challenges of being a young father.
I am a nineteen-year-old high school graduate.
I am working at a daycare owned by my employer, and coincidentally, it is the same daycare my two-year-old daughter goes to.
My husband is in a coma, and I am twenty-two weeks pregnant with a baby boy.
I have been married for three years.
Oh, and I am a man.
Yes, you read that right—men can get pregnant.
I'm not sure how it works; I don't even know how I got pregnant—I just did.
I know it sounds weird, but men getting pregnant isn't uncommon where I live.
Getting pregnant at nineteen isn't that uncommon either; lots of people my age have babies here.
What is uncommon is that my husband is in a coma, and most people don't know that I'm married.
They think I'm just a single dad.
My husband's name is Yi-jun; he's three years older than me.
We were arranged to be married because his family wanted him to have an heir to take over their business.
They are very wealthy and traditional, and they didn't want him to have a baby with just anyone.
We are sitting beside Yi-jun's hospital bed.
Misty is on my lap, and she has her hand on his pale one.
Her small fingers trace the IV line that's stuck in his hand.
"Daddy won't wake up," she says matter-of-factly.
My chest tightens at her words.
I have been telling her that daddy is sleeping every time we visit him, but today she seems to know better.
"No, baby, daddy is sleeping," I tell her for the hundredth time.
She shakes her head, "No, daddy sleeping too long."
I adjust her on my lap so that she's facing me.
It's a little hard to hold her because of my big belly, but I manage to do it.
A nurse walks into the room to check Yi-jun's vitals.
Misty watches her with wide eyes as she checks his blood pressure and records it on the chart at the end of his bed. The nurse smiles at us sympathetically before leaving the room.
Misty leans forward and kisses Yi-jun's cheek, then wipes it with her sleeve.
As she settles back into my arms, I whisper a promise to the silence that surrounds us.
I sit in the dimly lit hospital room, watching Yi-jun's face in the glow of the monitoring equipment.
My back aches from sitting on the plastic chair for too long, and my pregnant belly feels heavy as I lean forward to adjust the blanket covering him.
The night nurse just finished her rounds, so it's just us in the room.
The only sound is the steady beeping of the machines surrounding him.
I'm about to doze off when movement catches my eye.
Yi-jun's fingers twitch against the white sheet.
My heart pounds in my chest as I grab his hand.
It's limp again, but I didn't imagine it; I saw it move!
I press the call button repeatedly until a nurse comes rushing into the room.
"His fingers moved!" I exclaim, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.
The nurse looks at me skeptically but checks his vitals again, "Sometimes it's just a reflex, but we'll monitor him closely."
Misty tugs on my sleeve, her eyes wide with curiosity, "Does that mean daddy's waking up?"
I lean forward in my chair, studying Yi-jun's face as the afternoon sun filters through the blinds.
My back aches from sitting on the plastic chair for too long, and the baby kicks against my swollen belly.
Misty naps on the small couch in the corner of the room, her stuffed bunny clutched tightly in her arms.
I'm about to doze off when I notice Yi-jun's eyelids flutter.
My breath catches in my throat as his eyes slowly crack open, revealing unfocused brown irises.
Before I can press the call button, his dry lips part.
In a hoarse, barely audible whisper, he utters a single word: "fuck."
And just like that, the world shifts beneath my feet.
I lean forward in my chair, watching his eyes drift toward Misty's sleeping form on the couch.
His cracked lips move again, forming a single phrase: "my baby."
My hands shake as I reach for the water cup on his bedside table.
"Yi-jun, here, drink this," I say, my voice trembling.
He turns his head away from the cup, his gaze fixed on our daughter.
The afternoon sun casts shadows across his gaunt face as he tries to lift his arm.
The movement is weak, barely an inch off the bed, before his hand falls back onto the sheets.
The monitor beeps faster, and I press the call button again.
"Please, tell me she's okay," Yi-jun croaks, his eyes never leaving Misty.
"She's fine, just sleeping," I assure him, tears welling up in my eyes.
His gaze softens, and he whispers, "I was so scared I'd never see her again."