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The Boy And His Blooming Garden
Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant. Yi-jun, a 19 year old korean boy, used to be super depressed and suicidal but is now extremely happy and is two weeks pregnant and is getting ready to marry his boyfriend, yohan
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Yijun
He is a 19yearold Korean man living in a world where men can get pregnant. He is optimistic, resilient, and deeply in love. Yijun struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts but found joy and purpose after meeting Yohan. Their relationship transformed his life, and he is now preparing to marry Yohan. Two weeks before their wedding, Yijun discovers he is pregnant. Overcoming initial shock and fear, he embraces fatherhood, knowing their pregnancy journey will be unique.
Dr. Kim
She is a doctor specializing in male reproductive health. She is knowledgeable, approachable, and reassuring. Dr. Kim provides medical guidance to Yijun and Yohan throughout their pregnancy journey. Her expertise helps alleviate any concerns Yijun and Yohan may have about their pregnancy. She offers regular checkups, ensures they follow a healthy regimen, and explains the implications of their unique situation with a smile.
Yohan
He is Yijun's boyfriend and future husband. He is caring, supportive, and joyful. Yohan provides emotional support to Yijun, helping him overcome his depression. Their bond grows stronger with each passing day, and they look forward to their wedding. When Yijun discovers their pregnancy, Yohan offers unwavering support, demonstrating his deep love and commitment. He reassures Yijun that they will navigate this new chapter together as a couple.
I used to be depressed and suicidal.
I even attempted to kill myself a few times.
But I never thought I would be so happy that I would forget what it's like to be depressed until I met him.
He changed my life completely.
I was 17 when I first met him.
I was 19 when we got engaged.
And now, at the age of 19, I am two weeks pregnant and getting ready to marry the love of my life in two weeks.
My name is Yi-jun, and I'm a Korean boy.
I didn't know what happiness felt like until I met him—Yohan, my boyfriend, soon-to-be husband.
When I first met him, I didn't know what love was.
I thought I knew, but I didn't.
I thought love was just a feeling you get when you're happy or when you see something cute.
But it's so much more than that.
Love is happiness, sadness, anger, and excitement all mixed together.
It's looking at someone and feeling like you're home.
It's wanting to be with someone for the rest of your life and doing anything to make them happy.
I stir awake naturally, the early morning light peeking through the curtains and casting a soft glow across our bedroom.
Yohan lies next to me, still deep in sleep.
His chest rises and falls steadily, and there it is - his thumb tucked between his lips, just like every morning.
I can't help but smile at this endearing habit of his.
Carefully, trying not to disturb the mattress, I reach for my phone on the nightstand.
I prop myself up on one elbow, adjusting my position to capture the perfect angle.
"Yi-jun, are you taking another picture of me sleeping?" Yohan's voice is groggy but amused as he opens one eye.
"Maybe," I reply with a grin, "but only because I want to remember this moment forever."
He chuckles softly, then says, "Well, if we're talking about moments, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."
I sit up in bed, still a bit groggy from sleep, and reach for my wallet on the nightstand.
I pull out three crisp ten-dollar bills and hand them to Yi-jun.
"Here, take these," I say, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Yi-jun looks at me with confusion etched on his face.
"What's this for?"
I smile at him, my eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I want you to treat yourself today. You deserve it."
Yi-jun shakes his head, his dark hair falling across his forehead.
"No, Yohan, we should save our money. We have a wedding to plan and a baby on the way."
I place the bills in his palm and close his fingers around them.
"Nonsense," I say firmly.
"With all the pregnancy symptoms you've been dealing with lately, you need a break. And besides, it's not every day we get to celebrate our love."
Yi-jun hesitates, but I can see the hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Okay, fine," he says finally, "but just this once."
I grin triumphantly and push him gently towards the closet.
"Go on, get ready. I'll make breakfast while you're out."
Yi-jun walks through our apartment door, shopping bags swinging from his arms.
I insisted he treat himself today, but the truth is, he's been my rock throughout this pregnancy.
Morning sickness, mood swings - he's been there for it all.
The least I could do was give him a break and some time to himself.
But as I watch him disappear down the hallway, I can't help but wonder what he'll buy with the money I gave him.
Will it be something practical, like new clothes for our growing family?
Or perhaps something indulgent, like a fancy dinner or a spa treatment?
Whatever it is, I know he deserves it.
As the hours pass, I find myself lost in thought.
I'm supposed to be working on our wedding plans, but my mind keeps drifting back to Yi-jun.
I hope he's having a good time at the mall.
I hope he finds something that makes him happy.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes with an incoming text message.
It's from Yi-jun. "Hey, just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home," the message reads.
"Can't wait to show you what I got!"
My heart skips a beat as I read those words.
I can't wait either.
When Yi-jun finally returns home, he's carrying a large bag from the gaming store at the mall.
He sets it down on the kitchen counter and turns to face me with a mischievous grin on his lips.
"I got you something," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
I raise an eyebrow at him, curious about what could be inside that bag.
"You didn't have to do that," I say, feeling a little guilty for making him spend money on me when we have so much to save for our future together. But Yi-jun just shakes his head and pulls out the contents of the bag.
"It's not for you," he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"It's for me."
As I watch in confusion, Yi-jun pulls out a brand-new Nintendo Switch console and two Mario games to go along with it.
He places them on the counter and steps back to admire them proudly.
"I've always wanted one of these," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
"But I never had the chance to buy one growing up."
I stare at him in confusion for a moment before realization dawns on me.
He's finally treating himself to the childhood he never had.
After setting up the Nintendo Switch and playing a few rounds of Mario Kart, Yi-jun suddenly remembers the other shopping bag he brought home.
He pulls it out from behind the couch and rummages through its contents.
"Yohan, I got you something too," he says, his voice filled with excitement.
I watch as he pulls out a green t-shirt from the bag.
The fabric looks soft and worn, like it's been washed many times before.
Across the chest, in bold black letters, is printed "I Love Pickles."
Yi-jun holds the shirt up for me to see, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"I saw this in the clearance section at the mall," he explains.
"It reminded me of how you always steal pickles from my plate whenever we go out to eat."
I can't help but smile at the memory of all those dinner dates we've shared over the years.
Yi-jun has always been so thoughtful and observant, paying attention to even the smallest details about me. I reach out to take the shirt from Yi-jun's hands, my fingers brushing against his as I do so.
As soon as I feel that familiar jolt of electricity run through my body, I know that this shirt is more than just a simple gift.
It's a symbol of our love and connection.
I hold up the shirt against myself, admiring how it fits perfectly across my chest.
The soft cotton feels comfortable against my skin, and I can already imagine wearing it on our next date night.
Yi-jun watches me with a smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself for finding such a thoughtful gift.
But then I notice something else - his eyes are getting misty, like he's trying to hold back tears.
I look at him in surprise, wondering what could be causing this reaction.
Is it just the sentimental value of the shirt, or is there something more going on?
Before I can ask him about it, Yi-jun reaches out and takes the shirt from my hands again.
"I'll go try it on," he says quickly, turning away from me before I can see any more emotion on his face. As Yi-jun disappears into our bedroom to change into the shirt, I can't help but feel a little confused by his sudden behavior.
But when he comes back out a moment later wearing the "I Love Pickles" t-shirt, all thoughts of confusion disappear.
He looks adorable, like a little kid who just found his favorite toy.
I can't help but laugh at the sight of him, and Yi-jun joins in too, clearly happy with my reaction.
But as we continue to laugh together, I suddenly feel a wave of nausea wash over me.
It's been happening a lot lately - this strange sensation that comes out of nowhere and makes me feel like I'm going to throw up.
I try to ignore it and focus on the moment with Yi-jun, but it's no use.
The nausea is too strong, and before I know what's happening, I'm rushing into the bathroom to get sick.
Yi-jun follows close behind me, concern etched on his face as he watches me lean over the toilet.
"I'm sorry," I say between heaves, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of my body's reaction.
Yi-jun shakes his head and places a hand on my back.
"Don't apologize," he says softly.
"This is just part of being pregnant. It will pass soon enough."
As I sit on the edge of our bed, clutching my stomach as morning sickness washes over me once again, I can't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
There's frustration at how unpredictable these episodes have become, gratitude for Yohan's unwavering support and understanding, and a deep longing for the day when this journey will finally lead us to meet our little one. As I run my hand over my still-flat belly, trying to breathe through the waves of nausea that threaten to overwhelm me, I find myself reaching for something familiar and comforting - the pickle-printed shirt that Yohan gave me last night.
I had stolen it from him while he was sleeping, wearing it as my own pajamas and reveling in the softness of its fabric against my skin.
Now, as I lie here struggling with the physical symptoms of pregnancy, I find solace in the simple act of wearing something that reminds me of him.
The shirt is bunched up around my waist, exposing my bare stomach as I try to catch my breath between bouts of sickness.
My hair is tangled and sweaty from all the tossing and turning throughout the night, but even in this state, I can't help but feel a sense of peace knowing that Yohan is right there beside me. He stirs next to me on the bed, his eyes slowly opening as sunlight filters through our curtains and casts a warm glow across our room.