MidReal Story

Rubbing Belly

Scenario:Jaehyun is a 19 year old korean boy who is a very popular and famous figure skater. Jaehyun is married to his boyfriend, liam, who is Japanese liam. Iiam just found out he's pregnant, so to tell Jaehyun, liam decided to just rub his belly
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Jaehyun is a 19 year old korean boy who is a very popular and famous figure skater. Jaehyun is married to his boyfriend, liam, who is Japanese liam. Iiam just found out he's pregnant, so to tell Jaehyun, liam decided to just rub his belly

Seo Jaehyun

passionate, and sensitive. Jaehyun has been skating since he was five and achieved his dream of becoming part of the national team. He is deeply in love with his husband, Liam, who he met at a skating competition. Jaehyun's deepseated fear of heights almost cost him his career when he fell from a great height during practice.

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Liam

supportive, and witty. Liam and Jaehyun have been married for over a year, keeping their marriage private from the public eye. Recently, Liam discovered that he is pregnant, shocking both of them due to his inability to conceive naturally. Despite this surprise, their relationship remains strong and loving.

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I am Seo Jaehyun, a 19-year-old Korean boy.
I am a very popular and famous figure skater, and I have been skating since I was five years old.
Becoming a member of the national team was my dream, and I achieved that dream when I was eighteen years old.
I am deeply in love with my husband, Liam.
I met him at a skating competition, and we became close friends.
After two years of friendship, we finally confessed our feelings to each other and got married.
We have been married for more than a year now, but we kept our marriage private and did not let the public know about it.
Liam is also a figure skater and a member of the national team.
He is Japanese, and I am Korean.
We are perfect for each other in every way.
I love him more than words can express.
I don't know what I would do without him in my life.
He is the reason I live, the reason I breathe.
Liam has beautiful hazel eyes, black hair, tall, and lean body, round face, small nose, and full lips.
I just can't get enough of him.
I love to touch him, hold him, kiss him.
Rubbing Belly
I finish my practice routine and glide toward the edge of the rink where Liam is standing in the first row of seats.
His face is glowing with an unusual excitement, and he waves me over.
When I reach him, he grabs my hand without warning and places it against his stomach.
I am confused by his action because we never show any affection to each other at the rink.
We are always careful about what we do in public, so I try to pull my hand away, but he holds it firmly against his belly.
He looks into my eyes, and I can see how serious and determined he is.
Before I can ask him what's wrong, he says something that makes my heart stop beating for a second.
"I can't continue skating anymore."
My heart stops beating for a second when I hear what Liam just said.
I am shocked and scared.
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I don't know what to say or do.
I stare at his hand holding mine against his stomach, and my mind starts racing through all the worst-case scenarios.
Could he be sick?
Did he get injured?
I don't know what to think.
The other skaters continue their practice routines around us, completely oblivious to the moment we're sharing.
I glance nervously at Coach Kim, who's busy with another athlete on the other side of the rink.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
I manage to whisper, trying to keep my voice steady despite the panic rising inside me.
Liam just smiles mysteriously and squeezes my hand before releasing it.
"Trust me," he says, stepping back from the edge of the rink.
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"Finish practice, then we'll talk at home."
With that, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there feeling lost and confused.
I nod reluctantly and push off the wall, returning to my practice sequence.
I grab my gear and hurry to the parking lot, where I spot Liam already waiting by our car.
My hands shake slightly as I unlock the doors, the memory of his strange behavior at the rink still fresh in my mind.
The silence between us feels heavy as we settle into our seats.
I grip the steering wheel tightly, turn to face him, and ask, "Can we talk about what happened earlier?"
Liam just shakes his head and stares straight ahead, his hand unconsciously resting on his stomach.
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"Not right now," he says softly, reaching over to squeeze my knee.
"Please, Jaehyun, just drive," he adds, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, starting the engine, but I can't help pressing, "Is it something serious? You know you can tell me anything."
He hesitates for a moment before finally saying, "It's not what you think; it's... it's something wonderful."
I pull into our driveway and cut the engine, but before I can get out of the car, Liam reaches over and takes my hand again.
He places it on his stomach, just like he did at the rink.
My heart pounds in my chest as he leans closer, his breath warm against my ear.
"Jaehyun," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.
The silence stretches between us, and I can't take it anymore.
"What's going on?"
I start to ask, but Liam interrupts me with a soft whisper of his own.
"Do you like babies?"
His question hits me like a physical blow.
I stare at my hand on his stomach, my mind racing to connect the dots.
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The strange behavior at the rink, the touches, him quitting skating - it all makes sense now.
Liam smiles, tears in his eyes, and nods.
I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white.
"Is this why?" is all I can manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
I think back to his announcement at the rink about quitting skating.
Liam's hand finds mine again, pulling it back to his stomach.
"Yeah," he says softly, "I can't risk losing the pregnancy."
The words hit me hard - the reality of our situation becoming clearer.
A baby.
Our baby.
The thought of Liam attempting jumps or spins while carrying our child makes my stomach churn.
I take a deep breath, trying to process everything.
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"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I ask, my voice filled with a mix of concern and relief.
Liam looks at me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
I lean back in the car seat, still trying to wrap my head around everything, when Liam's quiet voice breaks the silence.
"I woke up at 5 AM this morning feeling really nauseous," he says, his voice filled with emotion.
"I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went to the bathroom and took a few pregnancy tests."
He pulls a plastic bag from his jacket pocket and hands it to me.
I open it and find three white sticks inside.
"They all say positive," he says softly, his hands trembling slightly as he takes them from me.
I look at each test, the two clear pink lines on each one confirming the news.
"How long have you known?"
I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper.
Liam looks at me, his eyes filled with tears.
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"Since this morning," he replies softly.
"I spent hours staring at the tests in our bathroom while you were still asleep. I just couldn't believe it." I remember how Liam was acting strange this morning before practice, but I never thought it was because of this.
I run my hand through my hair, trying to process everything that's happening.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
I ask again, my voice filled with emotion.
Liam looks down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting nervously.
"I didn't know how," he admits softly.
"I've been pacing around our apartment all morning, trying to figure out what to say. But when we were at the rink together... I just couldn't keep it inside anymore."
He looks up at me, his eyes pleading for understanding.
"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I know this must be a lot to take in."
I take a deep breath and try to gather my thoughts.
"Did you go to the doctor?"
I ask him, my voice filled with concern.
Liam shakes his head.
"Not yet. I wanted to wait until after practice. I didn't want anything to distract me from our time on the ice." The realization hits me like a ton of bricks - Liam had known about the pregnancy all day, and he still managed to perform flawlessly on the ice.
The weight of that responsibility must have been crushing him.
"Why did you quit skating?"
I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper.
Liam looks at me, his eyes filled with tears once more.
"I can't risk losing the baby," he says softly.
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"It's too precious."
I squeeze his hand, feeling the gravity of our new reality settle in.
I stare at the tests in my trembling hands, still trying to process everything.
Liam's voice breaks through my thoughts, quiet and hesitant.
"If you want, we can talk about abortion," he says softly.
"I know this wasn't planned, and I understand if it complicates your career."
Before he can finish speaking, I slam my hands against the steering wheel and shout "No!" with such force that Liam flinches in his seat.
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The tests go flying from my hands, scattering across the floor of the car.
I grab his shoulders, my fingers digging into his jacket.
"You're not going to hurt our baby," I say, my voice cracking with emotion.
I release my grip on his jacket, my hands falling to my sides and shaking uncontrollably.
Tears start rolling down my cheeks, and I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his shoulder.
Quiet sobs escape me, muffled against his jacket.
Through my tears, I whisper "I want this baby," the words barely audible.
"Just like I've always wanted you."
His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him as I cry into his chest.
My fingers find their way back to his stomach, spreading across the fabric where our child grows.
Liam's voice is gentle, yet firm as he whispers, "Then we'll figure it out together."
He pulls back slightly, lifting my chin so our eyes meet.
"We're a team, remember? We've always been stronger together."
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I wipe my tears away and pull back slightly, keeping one hand on his stomach.
Looking into his worried eyes, I trace small circles on his belly with my thumb.
The parking lot lights cast shadows across his face as I speak.
"You know what the doctors said when we first met. They told us we couldn't be together, that our love was impossible. But we proved them wrong."
My voice grows stronger with each word.
"We found a way to make it work, sneaking around at competitions, exchanging secret messages. And when we finally got married, it was just the two of us in a private ceremony because we didn't want to wait any longer."
Liam's eyes soften as he listens.
"We've always defied expectations," I continue.
"And this is no different. We created something beautiful together, something doctors said was impossible. Our baby is a miracle."
Liam opens his mouth to speak, but I silence him with a gentle finger to his lips.
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"Don't say anything yet," I whisper.
"Just feel this moment with me."
I lean in, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss.
His eyes widen and he jerks away from me, his hand flying to his mouth.
Before I can react, he doubles over and vomits on the dashboard of our car.
The acidic smell fills the enclosed space as partially digested breakfast splatters across the controls.
Instead of feeling disgusted, I find myself smiling.
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This physical proof of his pregnancy - morning sickness in the afternoon - makes everything feel more real.
I grab tissues from the glove compartment and start cleaning the dashboard as Liam continues to heave.
When his nausea subsides, he slumps back in his seat, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
He covers his face with both hands before dropping them to his stomach.
"I'm so sorry, little one," he whispers to his belly, "but your daddy's cologne is making me sick today."
His words hit me - I'm wearing the same cologne I've used for years.
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I immediately start unbuttoning my jacket, planning to stuff it in the trunk, but Liam grabs my wrist and shakes his head.
I pause with my jacket half-removed, watching as Liam's face scrunches up again.
He leans away from me, his hand still gripping my wrist to keep me from removing the offending garment.
Taking shallow breaths through his mouth, he tries to explain.
"It's your scent, baby," he says, his voice weak.
"You know that cologne you always wear? The one I love? The one I told you makes me crazy with desire?"
He gags again, and I reach for more tissues.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. It's not that I don't love the way you smell. But right now...right now it makes me sick."
He gags once more, and I help him clean up the mess before he continues.
"It's cruelly ironic," he says with a weak smile.
"The one scent that used to turn me on the most is now the one making me pregnant and puking."
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I want to pull him into a hug, but I don't know if that would make things worse.
So instead, I settle for squeezing his hand as he leans back in his seat.
Liam takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of humor and frustration.
"Guess we're learning to navigate this new normal together, huh?" he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
I chuckle softly, nodding as I squeeze his hand again.
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I reach for the window controls, my fingers still sticky from cleaning up vomit.
The dashboard reeks despite our cleanup efforts, and Liam's face remains pale.
I roll down all four windows, letting the crisp autumn air rush in.
The wind stirs the loose tissues and rustles Liam's hair as it blows through the car.
He takes deep breaths, color slowly returning to his cheeks.
When a particularly strong gust blows through, it scatters the pregnancy tests across the floor of the car.
I scramble to catch them, not wanting to lose this physical proof of our miracle.
Liam laughs weakly, watching me fumble with the tests.
"Don't worry," he says, his voice steadier now. "We have plenty more at home if those decide to fly away."
I manage to catch one before it slips under the seat, grinning at him.
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I clutch the recovered pregnancy test in my hand, watching as Liam takes slow breaths through the open window.
His color returns to normal, and he shifts in his seat to face me.
Without warning, his hand reaches out and presses against my chest, fingers spreading across my racing heart.
The gentle pressure of his palm makes me freeze.
His touch feels different now, more intimate with the knowledge of our child growing inside him.
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When I try to speak, he shushes me with a shake of his head.
He continues rubbing small circles over my heart, his other hand still resting protectively on his stomach.