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Yeosang was sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at the cabinets like he had been for the past twenty minutes. He was avoiding the tests he just took because he already knew the answer- he knew they would be positive. There was no other explanation for his sudden sickness as well as him being multiple days late. He was never late.
A knock on the door startled him out of his trance. It was for the better since avoiding reality for any longer would just drive him crazy. Yeosang stood, grabbing the three tests off of the counter and the box before opening the door. Mingi stood there with his goofy, tired smile. Yeosang tried his best to return it before pushing past him to return to his bed. He tossed the tests down before jumping onto his bed, checking them one by one, his heart only breaking more and more.
Positive, positive, positive.
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Mingi has been staring at him for a while, Yeosang can practically feel his eyes burning holes into his back. He knows what he wants to ask. It takes another few minutes before Mingi actually speaks up.
“So.. those sticks. What were they? I mean, you looked pretty upset with them. Did they insult your family or something?” Mingi laughed quietly at his own joke.
“I wish that’s all they did.” Yeosang sat up, moving himself to face Mingi, whose smile dropped slightly at his words. “Do you remember when I told you I was trans? When we talked about how I didn’t want to move forward with transitioning until I graduated?”
“I remember. What do the sticks have to do with that?”
Yeosang smiled at him, “They were pregnancy tests, Mingi. I’m pregnant.”
“You.. Are you happy?”
“Not exactly. This isn’t what I thought I’d be doing at the start of this semester. I just hope that I don’t scare the father off…” Yeosang trailed off, trying to stop himself from thinking about Jongho.
“Who is the father?” After a few seconds of silence, Mingi started sputtering, “You don’t have to tell me, obviously! I know that’s kinda personal but you’re my friend, you know? I like to know about your life. But you don’t have to tell me-”
“Mingi, it’s okay. Promise you won’t tell anyone else though, okay?”
“Of course not. It’s not my story to tell, I would never do that to you.”
Yeosang’s smile threatened to return at Mingi’s kind words. He knew that he could trust Mingi. He may be an idiot at times, but he is one of the best people Yeosang has ever met.
“It’s Jongho. Choi.” Mingi’s eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly, “ Jongho Choi.”
“You’re serious? How long have you two been together?”
“We aren’t technically together, but we've been sleeping together since you and Yunho introduced us.”
“Man, I’ve already thought you two would make a beautiful couple for a while now. Hopefully I’m not pushing it, but seriously, this kid is gonna be stunning.” Yeosang laughed. “Did you already tell him?”
“I found out thirty minutes ago, so, no, I have not told him. I think I’ll try tomorrow.”
“Good luck, even though I don’t really think you need it. Jongho will probably be ecstatic!”
God, Yeosang hopes he is.
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Yeosang woke up to the strongest wave of nausea he had ever experienced in his life. He was miserable, to say the least. He scrambled to the suite’s bathroom, thanking God that there was nobody in there. After handling his business (aka vomiting everything he had eaten in the last 24 hours), he brushed his teeth and hair before heading back to his and Mingi’s room. Yeosang quickly got dressed in his most comfortable clothes, grabbing his room key and the tests he unceremoniously shoved into a box after he read their results. He sent Jongho a quick text to let him know he was coming over before leaving.
The walk to Jongho’s apartment was undesirable. The morning sun and humidity was bearing down on him, making his skin feel sticky. Luckily, it was only a fifteen minute walk. It would be over soon.
When he made it to the apartment building he let himself enjoy the blasting A/C in the lobby, attempting to avoid the inevitable. Yeosang sighed, willing himself to walk to the elevator. If he didn’t do this now, he had no idea when he would. The doors opened quickly, so he stepped in and pushed the button that would take him to Jongho’s floor, as well as the button to close the doors. He didn’t want anyone in there with him, especially when he was on the verge of breaking down. God, Yeosang was terrified.
It only took about a minute to make it to Jongho’s floor, and less than thirty seconds to be standing in front of his door. He couldn’t bring himself to knock, so he was just standing there, staring off into space while his mind ran through all of the worst case scenarios. Attempting to steer his head away from it, he tried to think of all the times Jongho made him happy. He was able to find a sliver of hope. He never even noticed that Jongho opened the door until a hand was on his shoulder.
He focused his eyes on Jongho, forcing a smile to grace his features.
“What did I do to deserve an angel on my doorstep this morning?” Angel, that seriously couldn’t be further from what he was.
“Jongho.. I need to talk to you about something?”
“Is that a statement or a question?” He titled his head slightly, with a cute smile spreading on his lips.
“Uh- it’s a statement. Can I come in?”
“Of course, you’re always welcome.” Jongho moved aside, allowing Yeosang to make his way in. He tripped slightly as he walked in.
He stopped a few paces from the door, facing away from Jongho for a few moments, taking a deep breath before willing himself to turn around. Jongho was smiling at him again, which only made him feel worse.
Yeosang took another deep breath before he extended the box towards Jongho. He took it, with a look of confusion taking over his face. Yeosang sighed, “Open it, Jongho. This is what I needed to talk to you about.”
Jongho opened the box, pulling one of the tests out and gently setting the box down on the table by his door. His eyes flicked between Yeosang and the test.
“I know this is terrifying, and that we’ve been safe but I.. Jongho, I don’t know what to do. Before you ask anything, I know it’s yours. I haven’t slept with anyone else. It’s just been you, and I thought we were careful enough.” Jongho was completely silent, still staring at the test in his hands. “Can you please say something? Please?” Yeosang’s entire body felt like it was vibrating as he looked at Jongho through teary eyes. He couldn’t breathe.
“I…” Jongho looked up, finally.
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Jongho didn’t know what to do. He’d been staring at the test for a while now, with Yeosang shifting uncomfortably in front of him. He heard Yeosang’s voice, but he wasn’t listening. All he could think about was his mom. His mother, who always forced him to be perfect.. She would have his head on a damn platter if she found out about this. He felt like vomiting.
“...please say something? Please?”
Jongho looked up, meeting Yeosang’s teary eyes, “I…”
“Jongho, please. Anything. I can’t handle the silence.”
He tried to speak. He really did, but it seemed as though he couldn’t conjure up any proper words. He continued to look straight at Yeosang, his entire expression was one of sadness. He was crying now, his bottom lip trembling.
And his eyes. God, his eyes. This moment of silence between them, when Jongho’s brain couldn’t form a coherent thought, was breaking Yeosang. It was all in his eyes.
“Point taken, I’ll - uh. I’ll see myself out,” Before Jongho was even able to react, Yeosang was slamming the door behind him. He left the test. The small, plastic thing that just managed to destroy their entire relationship.
Jongho felt like he was on fire.
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The walk back home seemed to take forever. It at least was giving him time to stop crying. Yeosang felt like an idiot. He was hopeful. Like an idiot, he was fucking hopeful. He let himself think that maybe, just maybe, after telling Jongho, they’d be able to figure things out. But instead, everything fell apart.
The air around him was uncomfortably warm. He hated summer, and the heat was doing nothing to help with the overwhelming nausea he was feeling. The humidity and the dried tears made his face sticky, and all he wanted was to be in Wooyoung’s arms. His apartment was too far, though. Maybe Mingi would take him. Or Yunho. He just needed someone. He needed support.
Once he finally made it to the dorm building, he went to search for his student ID. He searched each pocket on his pants multiple times. Maybe he somehow pissed off God, because no matter where he looked or how many times, it was nowhere to be found. He wanted to scream, but instead he started to cry again. With the fresh set of tears streaming down his face, he pulled out his phone to call Mingi. It rang a few times before Mingi finally picked up.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, Sangie?” Yeosang just kept crying, his sobs echoing over the speaker, “Yeosang? Where are you, are you okay?”
“I’m outside. I- I lost my student ID.”
“I’m coming out there now, okay? It happens to the best of us, it’s okay. Just hold on for a moment.” Mingi didn't understand. Obviously he wouldn’t, Yeosang didn’t tell him anything, Mingi didn’t even know he went to Jongho’s yet. He hung up, sitting down next to the doors.
It only took two minutes for a breathless Mingi to appear in front of him. He looked a mess, just having gotten out of the shower and obviously having thrown random clothes on. His eyes were filled with worry. Not a word was exchanged between them before Mingi dropped to his knees and pulled him into a tight hug. He squeezed his eyes shut, pushing his head between Mingi’s shoulder and head. Someone was saying something, but it sounded so far away.
“Yeosang, come on. Breathe with me. Breathe,” It was Mingi. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he was hyperventilating. When the fuck did that start?
Mingi pulled away slightly, moving his head to hold it between his hands, covering his ears to block all of the sounds of the outside world. It took a few minutes for Yeosang to calm back down, regulating his breathing. His eyes were burning as he opened them and his face was still sticky, but he was still able to bring a small smile to his face. Mingi smiled back.
“Let’s go upstairs, okay? We’ll get you cleaned up, then we’ll talk about this, sound good?” Yeosang nodded before standing on shaky legs. Mingi jumped up and grabbed onto him, linking his arms with his.
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“He said nothing? What the hell? I am so going to yell at him next time I see him.” Mingi was pacing the room, flailing his hands for extra effect.
“No, no. Don’t yell at him. He… He was probably just freaked out,” He stuttered. Yeosang didn’t know why he was defending Jongho.
“I don’t know. Yes, it’s possible he was just scared but he’s not the type of guy to just stay silent, y’know? He’s quiet, but when he cares…” Mingi sighed, sitting down and giving Yeosang a sad smile. “Do you want to go to Wooyoung’s? You were muttering his name earlier, so I figured you may want to see him.” He was?
“If you want to take me.”
“Of course I’ll take you. I may also take a detour and go knock some sense into Jongho.” Mingi bumped his shoulder with his own.
“Mingi, no,” Yeosang laughed.
“Fine, but I’m only listening because I love you.”
“I love you too, Mingi. Thank you.”
“Okay, that’s enough sappy shit, let’s get going!” Yeosang laughed as Mingi jumped up from his spot, running to grab his keys and shoes. Maybe he’d be okay.