Chanyeol woke up, alarmed, as he could feel something vibrating roughly against his pillow. If it was meant for an alarm–

Chanyeol quickly shot up, eyes widening as a realization coming through him. It was a phone call, probably from Kris, and he was absolutely going to be scolded an interrogated for what he had done. A sudden disappearance.

But how's Chanyeol going to answer? A lie, or a tru–

"H–hello?"

"I think it isn't the best thing after all, to greet someone after their sudden disappearance."

His guess was right. It's Kris.

"S–sorry." Chanyeol stuttered, adjusting himself to a better position on the couch. "I didn't tell you."

"Yeah, right. You must be sorry."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes.

"Where you have actually been? A holiday? Vacation? Oh no, don't tell me you are in a honeymoon right now."

Chanyeol didn't know, but he suddenly had the urge to just punch this guy on the face for being so confident of all of the things he was saying.

"No, I'm not." Chanyeol answered. "I'm actually sick."

"What?! You were sick?!"

God, this man was really loud sometimes.

Chanyeol brought away his phone as Kris screamed. It could leave his right ear stinging, so he better did that. It was for his ear safety after all.

"Yes, hyung."

"Why didn't you tell me or text me or something?! Gosh, I'm really worried about you! I thought you were.."

"Were?" Chanyeol raised his eyebrows, frowning.

"Well.. um, you know, the day where you went home early because you were kind of sick and mad at me because I kept teasing you about the male that can pregnant. I thought you were still mad at me and deciding to not to go to my office anymore."

Chanyeol couldn't help but laugh. He somehow could feel that his hyung was pouting right now. God, that kind of cuteness wasn't even matched with his fierce image. Well, only a few people that knew about this.

"Hyung, it's okay. Yeah, I was mad at you that time, but.. you know, it isn't like I don't have an art to forget."

There's a sound of relieved breath at the end of the line, and Chanyeol knew that Kris was truly happy about that.

"Okay, so have you been visiting a doctor?"

Chanyeol nodded his head, even though in fact Kris couldn't see that. "Yes."

"What's the result?"

"Just a light sickness. Probably will get better each day."

I have a freakin' baby in my stomach.

"Okay."

"I'll come to the office today if you want."

"What?"

"Oh, come on, hyung." Chanyeol rolled his eyes. "I know you needed me so bad."

"What? Since when you're being over confident like that? You actually followed my step?"

Chanyeol laughed and shook his head. "No."

"What about your condition then? Are you okay to just.."

"Don't worry, hyung. I'll be fine." Chanyeol reassured, smiling through the phone.

"But.."

"I'll be fine, really." Chanyeol reassured once again, sensing his hyung hesitancy all over again.

"Umm.. well then, see you later, Chanyeol."

"See you later, hyung."

Chanyeol tapped on a red symbol on his phone as he ended the call. He let out a deep sigh. Baekhyun would probably be mad once he found out about this. He had forbide him to go the work. He was the idea behind the 'Chanyeol should stop for working' thing after all. But, you know, at least it was still tolerated. Baekhyun would forgive him in the end.

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Chanyeol wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, resting his head against the toilet lid. He felt heavy, his mouth tasted nothing but bitter. All of the things that he had swallowed earlier, coming into a vain as he vomitted them back. He just couldn't help, the nauseous feelings in his stomach.

Doctor said that it was because the high amount of hormones in his body. Estradiol and Progesteron, those were the main hormones that causing the fluctuative activity of Serotonin 3 receptor (5HT3). Serotonin 3 receptor was the one which responsible for the nauseous feelings. Even though those two kind of hormones were usually found in woman's body, but male still had it though–with a really small amount of course.

However, Chanyeol was different. The doctor indicated this kind of situation that happened to Chanyeol was because of his mother attitudes when she was pregnant. First trimester was really a sensitive period to a pregnant mother.

Chanyeol managed himself to stand up and get a grip on anything that was located near him. He wobbled towards the shower room while holding his  stomach to take a bath.

It was really suffering.

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Chanyeol let out a deep sigh as he stared at himself in front of the mirror. He was already wearing a suit and in about ten minutes later, he would be leaving to the office; as Kris had wished.

He thought he looked a little bit fat, especially in the stomach area--of course. But since he was still in the very first beginning period, it wouldn't be that obvious for his bump to be shown.

Chanyeol pursed his lips tightly as he checked himself for the last time, making sure that he wouldn't cause any of curiousity to be popped on the other people's mind. He grabbed his phone that was placed before him and managed to take a leave as soon as possible. The probability of Kris wasn't in a good mood today never helped though. He always ended up in such a rush because of that.

Chanyeol stopped abruptly on his track as he could hear his phone ringing, vibrating impatiently against his palm. He rolled his eyes, thinking that it would be probably Kris being impatient as usual. He answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello hyu-"

"Chanyeol."

Chanyeol widened his eyes. It was obviously much worse than Kris.

"B-Baekhyun."

Chanyeol couldn't help but cringed at his own voice. It was almost like a strangled noise. Crap, could he be more obvious?

"How are you? Are you okay?"

There was a slight noise there--Chanyeol guessed it was a puff of breath--and somehow he knew that Baekhyun still felt uneasy about the last night incident. Little incident actually.

"I'm fine." Chanyeol answered, a little bit quietly.

"You're still angry with me?"

Chanyeol chewed on his bottom lip, somehow doubting his own answers that was already arranged at the back of his mind. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but Baekhyun was faster to cut him off indirectly.

"I'm sorry, really. I didn't know.. I mean, I shouldn't have yelled and said something like that to you last night. I should be the one who more about your condition."

Chanyeol pursed his lips tight, before saying, "That's okay. I apologize too. Because of this ing stupid hormones, I'm awfully lacking of my own self-control. I hate this baby."

The last part of the sentences was coming out as a whisper, but of course Baekhyun could absolutely hear that. Chanyeol was expecting Baekhyun to be mad and scowling him for ungratefully said something like that, but instead, he was greeted by a very gentle voice coming from the opposite line.

"Yeollie, how many times had I already told you? Quit blaming the baby. It's not his or her fault. It's not your fault either, nor do I. There was none to be blamed for. It's a bless. From the God."

But it did, it did touch him anyway. Baekhyun's words.

"Understand?" Baekhyun questioned in the end, still unsatisfied that the other wasn't that eager to answer him.

Chanyeol quickly nodded, forgetting the fact that Baekhyun absolutely couldn't see him. He mumbled quietly, "Yeah."

There was a brief silence sneaking in between them before Baekhyun quickly cutting it off. He asked, "So.. have you eaten yet? Umm, I prepared a breakfast for you. Just in case.. you couldn't.. you know."

"Yeah," Chanyeol nodded again, still sticking into an idea that Baekhyun could see him through the phone. "Thanks though. It's delicious actually."

"Glad to hear that." Baekhyun chuckled, obviously still trying to warm up the uncomfortable tension between them. Actually, Chanyeol didn't really mean to do that, sounding like someone who really had a hard time to move on. He just a little bit lazy and pliant to do anything since his body was obviously lacking of any energy. The throw up earlier really did everything that was left in his stomach.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Oh. me? I'm waiting for my turn to be called in a job interview. You know, it's my first time."

Hearing that, Chanyeol couldn't help but felt a little bit guilty. Baekhyun was different from him, at least if we talked about body shape and absolutely the strength as well. Baekhyun had a rather small and petite body, and his strength–well, Chanyeol could tell that it's a nearing average. So he's a little bit worried about them.

"Baek, you know you shouldn't–"

"Shh, it's fine. I'm doing this only because I love you so much."

Baekhyun's voice came out as a whisper as Chanyeol couldn't help but blushing a little bit. It was strange though, having himself in a unusual position. But it was good for some odd reasons.

"Y–yeah, well–okay."

Baekhyun chuckled again, probably finding Chanyeol's answer to be cute. "So, anything else?"

"No, I guess."

"Okay then, I'll hang up now?"

"Yeah."

"Bye my babies. Love you all so much."

"Babies?" Chanyeol instantly furrowed his eyebrows.

"You and the thing in your stomach." Baekhyun giggled and Chanyeol immediately looked down, feeling embarassed of his own too-much self-awareness.

"Oh, yes."

"Goodbye, baby. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

Chanyeol let out a deep sigh as he finally pressed the red button, signaling that their conversation session through the phone was over. He put his phone back into his pocket, before walking towards the front door–workcase and car key in his hands.

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Chanyeol panted slightly as he rested his head against the wheel of his car. Yes, he was driving, and yes, he was really going to the office. He didn't get any better, especially with a plenty material of food there, but he couldn't cook. Baekhyun had specially prepared a breakfast for him before he went to a job interview today and Chanyeol wasted it, only to be brought back as a vomit.

Chanyeol sighed as he rested his chin, looking at anything that was coming to a view in front of him. Cars. There was traffic jam now.

Chanyeol groaned. His stomach was starting to feel it's familiar feelings.

He just hoped that he could make this day passed.

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Chanyeol was standing in front of Kris' office right now, it's door, to be exact. He took a deep breath before bracing himself to step forward and open the door slowly.

He came face to face with a frown-looking Kris, who was sitting rather calmly behind his desk on his leather seat and looking at him with a kind of bored face.

"Where have you been?" Kris asked, even though he already knew the answer. Chanyeol had answered it so many times through the phone earlier.

"I told you, didn't I? I'm sick." Chanyeol tried to retort as he walked towards his own desk on the unfortunately, the corner of the room. He put down some of the documents there.

"At least you could tell me or inform me. In a while, I thought you were quitting." Kris furrowed his eyebrows in a thought.

Chanyeol chuckled lightly as a reply. "Why would I?" He took seat on his own chair, looking at Kris with a somehow riddiculous look.

"I teased you that day, remember? About you being pregnant. I mean, I was just joking. I didn't mean it seriously." Kris sulked as he looked down, and Chanyeol really tried himself to not rolling his eyes for the sudden childish attitude of his hyung despite his uneasy feelings when Kris mentioned about pregnant thing.

"H-haha, don't worry about it, hyung. I was just mad at that time and kind of couldn't think anything else because I was scared of what you said." Chanyeol smiled reassuringly at Kris as he nodded lightly. He could see Kris heaving up a deep sigh and smiled back at him, before asking.

"But, about what I said that time that Baekhyun ever topped you, was that true? I mean, you wouldn't get that mad if it wasn't true."

Chanyeol immediately widened his eyes as he heard that. He spontaneously stood up from his seat as he glared at the in front of him. Kris said it like it was the normal thing to be asked openly.

"What were you thinking?! I–it couldn't be–I mean, it's–"

"Well, I'm just asking." Kris cutted the stuttered boy's words as he raised his hands in the air. "No need to be overreacted like that."

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"Mr. Byun Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun gasped lightly in panic as he heard his name being called. He clamped his sweaty hands together before rubbing them off against another in a rather harsh pace. He stood up and walked towards the interview room, ordering himself to give a small smile towards the caller.

It was the first time he did the job interview, and he was scared as hell--that they would appraise him as the one who did not any competence at all.

Before sitting down, Baekhyun lightly fixed his suit--he even never wore suit before--and took a deep breath.

Here where he began.

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"Chanyeol, come on, let's have a lunch."

Chanyeol hummed lightly and only nodded as a response as he kept typing, not even stealing a glance at Kris.

Kris let out a deep sigh as he strode towards Chanyeol, a protest look on his face.

"It's already past 12 pm. I don't want you to get sick again."

"Okay, okay, hyung." Chanyeol rolled his eyes at his hyung's excessive concerns. He added the speed of his typing. "I'll be done in a minute."

Kris hissed impatiently as he stepped forward, stopping right in front of Chanyeol's desk. He grabbed one of Chanyeol's wrist and forced him to get up. Chanyeol abruptly stopped his typing.

"Hyung! I'm typing-"

"That could wait, your stomach couldn't probably wait any longer."

And with that, Chanyeol was pulled out of his desk.

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Chanyeol wobbled a bit as he walked, wrist still being held by the other. He tried to match his pace with Kris' usual ones, but he found it weirdly hard now, especially when Kris was all too excited about the food--he said that there was a special menu today--that Chanyeol had to try.

"Slow down, hyung! You're walking too fast!"

Instead of complying what the other had said, Kris smiled widely and turned his head back to Chanyeol. However, he stopped deadly right in his track and turned around as he noticed Chanyeol's facial expression.

"You're okay?"

Chanyeol nodded several times, even though it was actually a big lie if he said he was okay.

He wasn't okay, and he felt pain slightly all over his body, e

"Chanyeol?" Kris furrowed his eyebrows as he stepped closed towards Chanyeol, cupping both of Chanyeol's flushed cheeks as he lifting them up.

Chanyeol managed to keep his eyes open, really, he managed to. But somehow he couldn't, but somehow it felt so hard, and his vision became slowly hazy.

"Chanyeol, tell me, are you sick?" Kris was now patting Chanyeol's cheeks, rather hard, and he checked the other's temperature by pressing the back of his hand against Chanyeol's forehead. It didn't go wrong as he thought, the temperature was kind of normal.

It was the time when Chanyeol remembered he didn't have breakfast before. Sure he did, but, it was kind of useless when he vomitted them out as a sign of morning sickness.

"Chanyeol, please tell me, are you okay? Do you feel sick? We can go back to my office if you want." Kris pleaded, staring deeply into the boy's eyes, trying to figure out what was actually happening to his favourite dongsaeng.

Chanyeol shook his head. His eyes were already half-lidded, and he could barely hear what Kris said. He stumbled forward.

Kris was staring at him wide-eye, and he quickly catched him before he going to fall. It was then that Kris realized that Chanyeol was already losing a consciousness.

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"So it is the first time you are having a job interview?" The interviewer; a neat-dressed woman with an elegant glasses and a nice-smelled perfume; asked Baekhyun kindly, yet Baekhyun could feel that she was trying to be professional here.

Baekhyun gave an awkward but polite smile as he nodded, looking down slightly in embarassment. Trust him, this kind of thing was never flashed in Baekhyun's mind, yet he never thought about it to be included in the list of things that he wanted to do in his life.

"Okay, since you did not have any of in university, can you please tell me what you got? I mean, from your high school maybe?" The interviewer asked again. Baekhyun fidgeted slightly in his seat, feeling slightly uneasy abouy this. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself before answering.

"W-well, I'm good enough at accounting, like money or-"

However, Baekhyun had to stop his talking when he heard his phone ringing loudly. He jolted up in shock as he stared at the young woman in front of him with a wide eyes, before quickly bowing down and apologizing.

"S-sorry, can I-"

"You may." The interviewer answered with a small smile, a little bit too fast than Baekhyun's question. Baekhyun smiled back in a shameful way before turning his body slightly to the side, even though he was sure that she must be heard him clearly.

"Hello? Can you please call me later--what?"

Baekhyun furrowed his eyebrows as he pressed the surface of the phone harder against his ear. "What did you say?"

It was enough for the poor young woman, the interviewer, to jolt up on her seat this time as she stared at Baekhyun weirdly. Baekhyun suddenly talked to his phone in a loud voice , making a screeching sound through the quiet room

"Okay, okay. I'll be right there, just wait for a minutes. I'm on my way right now." Baekhyun spoke to the phone in a serious tone as his eyes flashed a firm glint. He ended the call as he turned his body towards the interviewer again, facing her completely. He smiled uneasily towards the young woman who had her eyebrows lifted in confusion the entire time Baekhyun speaking through the phone.

"I-I'm really sorry for the interuptions but, can I excuse myself? I have some problems to take care of."

The interviewer was about to open and say anything, before Baekhyun suddenly stopping her by abruptly bowing his body and apologizing once again. He took a leave just like that and quickly rushed out from the room. He sprinted through the building and meanwhile, he could only think about one person.

Park Chanyeol.

A/N: Sorryyy, took a really long time again to update! Hehehe. I'm on my holiday period right now, and yes, the possibility of me updating this fic more often will be bigger, hohoho. Thank you so much for reading and.. don't forget also to leave a comment and subscribe, hahaha. Love you all~