#diyo

You awoke with your head beating really bad. What happened? Where are you?

You look around and clothes were scattered on the floor.

You then look beside you and… FUCK!

Kyungsoo!!!

What is your Executive Chef doing in bed beside you?

And whose bed is this?

Did you…

OF COURSE, YOU DID!

This is a mistake!

Vomit.

Word Vomit.

You literally did both.

“If you have a problem, say it now.”

He said in front of everyone.

Most of the staff were still silent.

And so were you, but you’re done.

You can’t help but let it all out now.

You have nothing to lose.

Wait, what are you saying?

You have EVERYTHING to lose.

And by everything, meaning your only good paying job.

“You’re too strict. Even on good days, you never smile.”

You started.

And here you are, spilling the beans.

Spilling what the others can’t verbalize.

“You never give anyone encouraging words, not even to—”

You stomach lurch all of a sudden.

Here you are now running to the staff restroom, about to spill what you had for lunch.

“Are you okay?”

Cheonghi, your friend keeps repeating your name as she soothes your back.

Your face is almost buried in the toilet, puking your lungs out.

The queasiness started four weeks ago. And the involuntary hurling started just a few days prior.

“She doesn’t look so good…”

You heard Baekhyun say as Cheonghi and another one of your co-server helps you out of the female staff locker room.

“Maybe you should bring her to the ER, Kyungsoo.”

“But what about the dinner shift?”

“It’s fine, Soo, I’m here. I’ll help Baek.”

Chanyeol, the lunch shift Sous Chef said with a reassuring smile. Kyungsoo glares at him for a bit, not in a bad way, but he’s probably reckoning something inside his head. And then he sighs, as he was removing the apron tied on his waist.

“Help her to my car.”

The drive to the ER was quiet and awkward.

Well, mostly just you. Because you were trying so hard not puke inside your boss’ Maserati.

Kyungsoo was just driving as he should?

You’re not sure, you haven’t been driven by him before.

But he sure was cool, calm and collected as you both cruise to the nearest hospital.

You were successful in paying no attention to him.

More so than you usually do.

Giving and taking orders were done casually and you would not linger inside the kitchen when you’re not needed.

You couldn’t look him in the face after leaving him that night.

If he remembers everything, he doesn’t seem to show it either.

Everything was going great until it was closing time.

You made sure to leave the store last, but there he was, waiting for you outside near the back door.

“Was the wine cellar locked properly?”

He asked.

“Ah, yes Chef.”

You reply as you lock the back door behind you.

“Great. Get in my car, I’ll drive you home.”

He jiggles his car keys on his palms, as he motions for you to follow him.

“It’s okay, Chef. I’m fine taking the bus.”

“Just… Kyungsoo... When we’re outside the restaurant.”

You sigh.

“It’s okay, Kyungsoo. I’m fine taking the bus.”

You repeated in a monotone.

“We need to talk—”

“If this is about the other night, it’s good. I won’t tell anyone. Your secret’s safe with me.”

You cut him off.

“What do you me—”

You cut his sentence off again.

“Have you heard of the term ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?’, Kyungsoo?”

“We’re not in Vegas.”

“Well what happens in drunken nights, stays in drunken nights… Goodnight, Chef.”

You bowed and then continue on your way to the bus stop. He didn’t hold you back.

Kyungsoo stands near the foot of the ER bed, watching as the doctor reads the multiple tests they did on you.

The doctor faced him and gave him a pat on the shoulder with a huge smile on his face.

“Congratulations, sir.”

“Excuse me?”

You interject.

“You’re four weeks pregnant. Congratulations.”

The doctor gave prescriptions and the information of the obstetrician he recommended and the proper papers to sign for payment and check out, but everything is drowned by the sudden ringing in your head.

Kyungsoo was kind enough to do it all for you.

You’re pregnant after all.

Already stopped outside your apartment, the both of you sat in silence in his car, no one was moving.

You were still stunned by what you found out in the ER.

Feeling suddenly uncomfortable by the silence, you started removing your seatbelt but Kyungsoo grabs your wrist before you can open the car door.

You look him in the eyes for the first time in hours and you can see the same shock that you have in his face.

“It’s mine right?”

Kyungsoo let out a single laugh.

“What am I saying? Of course, that’s mine.”

He said, pointing at your stomach.

“Thank you for today, Kyungsoo-ssi... But I don’t expect you to… You know. It–it’s okay. I’ll send my resignation tomorrow. You will never see me again. I’m sorry I wasn’t careful, it’s not your fault. I… It’s, goddamnit… I’m just… I—”

Kyungsoo silenced your rambling with his lips.

You let out a small squeak when you felt him kiss you.

“Yeah, you should send your resignation soon. I want you to just stay home and take care of our baby.”