Si woo

The doctor finished checking everything and finally looked up from the screen with a nod. "The baby is still safe. Heartbeat is strong, no signs of distress. What you’re seeing is spotting, pretty common when things get a little too energetic in late second trimester. But you two need to reduce the sex. A lot. Pelvic rest for at least a couple weeks. Take it easy."

Ye Jun turned bright red right there on the exam table, one hand gripping the sheet like he wanted to disappear into it. He glared at me, eyes narrowed into slits. "See? I told you. Your dick is a damn hazard. This is your fault and now the doctor knows we were going at it like animals this morning."

I shrugged and squeezed his shoulder, not even trying to look sorry. "Baby’s fine, that’s what matters. And I’ll keep fucking my man if I please. Just gotta be smarter about it. Doctor didn’t say no sex forever, he said reduce. We’ll manage."

"Si Woo!" Ye Jun hissed, slapping my hand away. His face got even redder. "Shut your stupid mouth. We’re in a hospital. Stop talking about fucking me in front of the doctor like it’s normal conversation."

The doctor cleared his throat, clearly trying not to laugh as he typed something on his tablet. "Just be gentle. Lots of rest. We’ll get you on an IV for fluids and monitoring, then you can head home if everything stays stable."

Ye Jun groaned and dropped his head back against the pillow. "This is humiliating. Everyone knows now. I bled because you pounded me like a jackhammer and now I’m hooked up to machines like some invalid. Great job, idiot."

I pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down, leaning my elbows on the edge. "You were the one yelling harder, harder, don’t be a pussy every two seconds. Don’t act like I forced you. You loved it until the blood showed up."

"Shut up," he muttered, but his hand found mine anyway and squeezed it hard. His fingers were cold. I could tell the anger was mostly covering up how scared he still was. He kept glancing at the monitor where the baby’s heartbeat kept beeping steady, like he needed to keep checking it was real.

A nurse came in a few minutes later to set up the IV. Ye Jun winced when the needle went in but didn’t complain much, just stared at the ceiling and sighed loud. "This sucks. My ass still hurts, my tits feel like shit, and now I have a tube in my arm. All because you can’t control yourself."

"You can’t control yourself either," I shot back, grinning even though my stomach still felt twisted from earlier. "Remember you were the one yanking my hair and demanding three fingers right away. Greedy as hell."

The nurse pretended not to hear us, but I saw her lips twitch as she taped the line down. Ye Jun noticed too and groaned again. "Kill me now. Just end it. Everyone in this building knows I let you wreck me while pregnant."

I laughed under my breath and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. "They’ve probably heard worse. Relax. Baby’s okay. That’s the important part. You can yell at me more when we get home."

He didn’t say anything for a bit, just lay there breathing slow while the fluids started dripping in. I stayed quiet too, watching his face. The fear from the bathroom kept flashing back every time I blinked. One second we were laughing and coming and the next he was standing there pale, telling me it was my fault and he was scared. I hated that look on him. Hated even more that I put it there.

After maybe twenty minutes the curtain pulled back and this tall doctor walked in. Not the same one from before. This guy had that perfect jawline and nice arms showing under his scrubs, smiling like he knew exactly how good he looked. He checked the chart and then focused right on Ye Jun.

"Mr. Ye Jun, right? I’m Dr. Kang. Just stepping in to review the ultrasound again and see how you’re feeling." His voice was smooth, way too friendly. He pulled up a stool on the other side of the bed. "You’re handling this well. A lot of partners get more anxious in these situations."

Ye Jun blinked at him, then shot me a quick side-eye. "I’m fine. Just tired. And embarrassed."

Dr. Kang smiled wider, checking the IV bag. "No need to be embarrassed. Bodies do unexpected things during pregnancy. Especially when there’s... activity involved." He glanced at me for half a second before looking back at Ye Jun. "You’ve got a nice strong baby in there. You’re taking good care of him. Or her."

I felt my jaw tighten. This guy was laying it on thick, leaning in a little too close while he listened to Ye Jun’s belly with the doppler again. "Any cramping now? Pain?" he asked, voice all gentle.

"No," Ye Jun said, shifting a bit. "Just sore from earlier."

The doctor nodded, keeping that smile. "Good. You’re quite the fighter, handling everything with humor too. I like that in a patient. Makes my job easier when someone’s as charming as you."

Ye Jun’s eyes went wide. He looked at me like he wanted backup, but I just raised an eyebrow and waited. Part of me wanted to laugh because this was ridiculous. The other part wanted to tell this hot doctor to back the hell off my pregnant boyfriend.

"Charming?" Ye Jun repeated, voice dripping with disbelief. "I’m literally bleeding because we had sex and you’re calling me charming? What kind of doctor are you?"

Dr. Kang chuckled, not even fazed. "A realistic one. Pregnancy doesn’t stop life from happening. You’re glowing, even with the stress. The way you two bicker is actually kind of cute. Supportive in its own way."

I couldn’t hold back anymore. "Yeah, he’s cute when he’s pissed at me. But he’s mine, doc. All that glowing and bickering belongs to me."

Ye Jun elbowed me hard in the side. "Si Woo, I swear to god. Stop talking. This is not the time for your jealous bullshit." But his cheeks were pink again, and I could see the corner of his mouth fighting a smirk. He turned back to the doctor. "Ignore him. He’s an idiot who thinks with his dick. That’s how we got here."

Dr. Kang stood up, still smiling as he made a note. "Well, keep that energy but dial down the physical part for now. Call us if the bleeding gets heavier or you feel any contractions. You’re lucky it was minor." He gave Ye Jun one last look. "And if you need anything, anything at all, just have the nurse page me. I’d be happy to check on you personally."

He walked out and Ye Jun exploded as soon as the curtain closed. "Did you see that? He was flirting. Right in front of you. While I’m hooked up to an IV with your baby inside me. What the actual fuck."

I leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms, laughing. "Yeah I saw. Guy has good taste, I’ll give him that. But he can flirt all he wants. You’re still going home with me, bleeding or not."

"You’re not even mad?" Ye Jun stared at me, mouth open. "Some hot doctor basically eye-fucked me and you’re sitting there cracking jokes. I got poked, prodded, and told my ass needs a break because of you, and now this."

"Of course I’m a little mad," I said, scooting the chair closer so our knees touched. "But it’s funny too. You got all flustered and red. Look at you. Still mad at me but blushing because some doctor called you charming. Greedy for attention even now."

He tried to swat me but the IV line stopped him short. "Asshole. I hate you. I really hate you sometimes. My body is a mess, I’m scared shitless about the baby, and you’re making jokes about the doctor wanting to check on me personally."

His voice cracked on the last part and I felt that twist in my gut again. The anger and sarcasm were still there, but underneath it he sounded tired and small. I grabbed his hand properly this time, the one without the IV.

"Hey," I said quieter. "Baby’s fine. Doctor said so. Twice. You heard the heartbeat. Strong as hell, just like you. We’re okay."

Ye Jun looked away, blinking fast. "It didn’t feel okay when I saw the blood. I kept thinking I let you fuck me too hard and now we were losing it. And I was still mad at you but all I wanted was for you to hold me and tell me it wasn’t my fault for wanting it rough."

I swallowed hard. "It’s not your fault. I wanted it just as bad. We both did. We’re stupid together like that." I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles again, feeling how tense he still was. "But next time we’ll go slower. Or I’ll just use my mouth and fingers until you’re begging different. Whatever keeps you and the kid safe."

He snorted, but it sounded wet. "Next time? You’re already planning next time while I’m on an IV. Unbelievable."

"Can’t help it. You’re hot when you’re bossy and leaking and yelling at me." I grinned, trying to pull him back to our usual bullshit. "Even with a needle in your arm you’re still the best looking guy in this hospital. Hot doctor noticed too."

Ye Jun groaned and covered his face with his free hand. "Stop. I can’t believe I got flirted with while wearing a hospital gown with my ass hanging out. This day went from morning sex to public humiliation real fast."

We sat like that for a while, trading insults while the IV finished up. He complained about the tape pulling his skin, about the beeping monitor, about how his back hurt from the bed. I rubbed his shoulder and told him he was dramatic as hell but I loved it. At one point he squeezed my hand tighter and whispered, "Don’t ever scare me like that again, Si Woo. I mean it."

"I won’t," I promised, even though I knew we would probably mess up again because that’s how we were. "We’ll figure this dad shit out. Together. Even if I have to keep my dick in my pants for a bit."

He laughed, short and tired. "A bit? The doctor said weeks. You’re gonna suffer."

"Worth it if you’re okay." I meant it. The fear from the bathroom hadn’t fully gone away, but hearing the heartbeat and seeing him bickering again helped. He was still here, still mine, still carrying our kid and calling me every name under the sun.

The nurse came back eventually and unhooked the IV. Ye Jun sat up slow, wincing when he moved. "Home now? Please. I want my own bed and no more doctors flirting with me."

"Yeah, home," I said, helping him pull on his clothes. He leaned on me more than he would admit, one hand on his bump the whole time. In the car he kept one hand on my thigh while I drove, not saying much for once. Every few minutes he’d mutter something like "Stupid hot doctor" or "Your fault" but softer now.

I glanced over at him at a red light. "You know I love you, right? Even when you’re bleeding and mad and embarrassing me in front of medical staff."

Ye Jun rolled his eyes but his mouth curved up. "Yeah whatever. Love you too, idiot. Now drive careful. No bumps. My ass can’t take it today."

We made it home without any more drama. I got him settled in bed with water and snacks, rubbing his back while he complained about everything and nothing. The day had been a rollercoaster from rough morning sex to hospital scare to jealous flirting, but we were still here. Still together. Still talking shit like always.

He fell asleep eventually with my hand on his bump, and I stayed awake watching him breathe. The fear was still there, quieter now, mixed with this warm stupid feeling that we could handle whatever came next. Even if it meant less pounding and more of whatever the hell gentle looked like for us.