“Don’t be ridiculous, ___. You still look amazing-”
“Yeah? Then why has he been avoiding me like the plague? The doctor already told us that we could do it” you complained in a harsh whisper. Just getting back from work, Yongguk was in the bathroom taking a shower. Meanwhile, you were turning around in the mirror, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“Maybe he’s just afraid? I don’t know. Just ask him” your friend said. You sighed and got off of the phone when you heard the water shut off.
You’d already tried to talk to Yongguk but he was too reluctant to really contribute to the conversation. Ever since you told him you were pregnant, about two months ago, Yongguk had been extremely careful when you were around.
You pulled your shirt up and frowned. You didn’t really look pregnant. It just looked like you were really bloated. Yongguk walked out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and smiled.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his deep, grumbling voice breaking the silence.
You unintentionally pouted and put your shirt back over your stomach. You thought about bringing up your issue again but too much of his skin was exposed. You couldn’t concentrate when he was shirtless. Being without sex for 2 months, when you constantly had to see him every night, was difficult.
“Nothing” you sighed, pulling your eyes away from his toned chest.
You walked to the bed and sat down, slipping your legs under the blanket. Yongguk looked at you before walking to his side of the bed. He laid next to you and smiled at your barely puffed tummy.
“I’m serious. What’s wrong?” he asked, lying his palm flat
against your exposed tummy. He kissed your shoulder as he lightly rubbed your
stomach. You looked into those annoyingly caring eyes of his and sighed.
“Yongguk-” you paused. He blinked and smiled, waiting for
you to continue.
“Yongguk, do you still find me attractive?” you asked
finally. Immediately after you asked, he looked at you as if you were crazy.