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Negative.

The test was negative.

Sunoo bit down on his lower lip habang tinititigan ang third pregnancy test na hawak niya. Hindi siya makapaniwala. Third one na ‘to. He made sure — different brand, different time, same results.

Negative pa rin.

He slowly sat down on the edge of the bathtub, the white plastic stick trembling slightly in his grip. Gusto niyang matawa sa sarili niya. Or maybe umiyak. He wasn’t sure. Maybe both.

This wasn’t the result he was hoping for.

“Love?” tawag ni Heeseung mula sa labas ng pinto. His voice was laced with concern. “Okay ka lang ba d’yan?”

Sunoo quickly wiped at his eyes, kahit wala namang luhang tumulo. It was more out of habit — or pride — he didn’t want Heeseung to see him like this. Hindi pa. Not like this.

He opened the door, careful with his expression.

Doon niya nadatnan si Heeseung, freshly woken up, walang suot na pang-itaas, his hair sticking out in soft waves, eyes still heavy with sleep. He probably didn’t mean to follow him, pero siguro napansin niyang ang tagal niya sa loob.

“I took a pregnancy test,” Sunoo said, almost in a whisper..

Oh.

Heeseung blinked, expression unreadable for a second before softening.  Napatingin si Heeseung sa hawak niyang mga pt kits. Tatlo. Lahat negative.

For a split second, Heeseung’s face fell — just the tiniest twitch sa gilid ng labi, pero mabilis din iyong nawala. Parang wala lang.

Silence. 

Wala ni isa sa kanila ang kumibo. The bathroom light buzzed faintly above them.

Then Sunoo tried to laugh. “Uhmm… precaution lang naman. I just wanted to be sure, ‘di ba? And… ayun. Negative. Good for us. I mean… we both don’t want kids, right?”

He tried to smile, pero ang bigat pa rin sa dibdib niya.

Heeseung nodded slowly. “Yeah. I mean… good thing, ‘di ba? We’ve got so much going on in our lives right now. Having a kid… it would complicate everything.”

“Right,” Sunoo replied, his voice thin. “We barely have time for each other nga eh. What more kung may bata pa…”

Heeseung laughed — but not really. It sounded half-hearted, more like he was trying to ease the air between them.

Sunoo nodded again, though his fingers tightened around the test kits. He felt as if he let go, everything else might fall apart too.

Biglang nag-vibrate ang phone niya sa bulsa. Saved by the bell.

“Wait lang,” sabi niya, taking his phone out. “I’ll just take this.”

Hindi na siya naghintay ng sagot mula kay Heeseung. Pagka-lock niya ng pinto, Heeseung let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He ran a hand through his hair, napasabunot pa nga. He stared at the floor, lost in thought, the quiet hum of the bathroom fan suddenly too loud in the silence.

Because the truth was… He wanted the test to be positive.

He’s been planning it in his head since they became a couple.

Not just the usual domestic fantasies. Hindi lang ‘yung typical na we’ll grow old together. It was always specific. Concrete.

A baby with Sunoo’s smile. A child with those sharp almond eyes, sun-burnished amber in the light, framed by thick lashes. Black hair, maybe wavy like his. Or straight, like Sunoo’s when he’s fresh out of the shower. A little version of him — or more importantly, of Sunoo.

Naisip na niya noon pa lang: Kamukha ba ni Sunoo? Mamanahin ba niya ‘yung pagka-maldita nito? Will they also scrunch their nose kapag umiiyak, just like him? Will they love mint chocolate just like Sunoo does?

Heeseung wanted to know. He wanted all of it.

Pero ngayon? Sunoo said they don’t want kids.

Well, Sunoo doesn’t want kids.

And Heeseung?

Heeseung kept quiet. Swallowed his longing with a tight smile and nodded along. “Too soon,” daw. “Too busy.” Barely even seeing each other, what more kung may anak?

Heeseung tried to agree.

But deep inside, he felt the sharp pang of disappointment. Dahil ang totoo — he wanted to see a mini Sunoo running barefoot around the house, clinging to his leg, tugging at his sleeves. He wanted messy morning hair, tiny fingers learning to walk, a soft voice calling him “dada.”

Heeseung stared at the three negative tests still on the counter. 

Pinulot niya ang tatlong PT. Hindi na siya nagdalawang-isip. Tinapon niya ito sa trash bin, burying it under layers of tissue.

He sighed. And then... he smiled. A small one. Hollow.

It’s bad to think this way, he knows.

Pero ano ngayon?

This obsession, quiet desperation, and need were the only way he knew how to keep Sunoo tethered to him. Sunoo was the kind of person who could vanish in a heartbeat and walk away without warning, light on his feet, like he never needed anyone to stay.

And Heeseung wasn’t going to let that happen.

Not again. Not to him.

So if marriage won’t do it, then maybe— Maybe a child will. He just has to do better next time. 

Make sure that next time, Sunoo won’t even question it.

He’ll just do better next time to make sure that Sunoo will be pregnant with his child. 

Meanwhile.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” bulong ni Sunoo habang mabilis na nilampasan ang hallway. Hindi niya sinagot ‘yung tawag sa phone niya. Lame excuse lang ‘yon — just something to say para makaalis. Para makatakas saglit.

He gripped his phone tightly, knuckles whitening, breathing too fast.

His vision blurred for a second. Whether it was because of tears or frustration ni hindi na niya alam. Sunoo stumbled into the empty guest room at the end of the hall, slowly sliding down the door until he was sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest.

He thought about Heeseung’s face when he showed him the PTs. Neutral . Distant . Almost too okay with the result.

Sunoo tried to laugh again. “We’re at the peak of our careers,” daw. “Having a kid would complicate things.” Right? That was the logic. That made sense.

But the truth was…

He wanted to have a child with Heeseung.

He really did.

Sometimes, hindi na niya kailangang pumikit para i-imagine ito. It just plays in his head on its own — like a daydream he can’t quite escape from. A child between them. A soft, warm life created out of love — or maybe obsession, or desperation, or something in between.

He imagined giving birth to a baby na kamukha ni Heeseung — those sleepy eyes, that pouty mouth, that weird little mole under his collarbone.

Minsan iniisip niya, kamukha ko kaya? O baka naman mana sa matampuhin niyang boyfriend? Masungit kaya siya? Matatakutin? Will they like sweets like him? Or hate crowded places like Heeseung does?

There were too many maybes. Too many quiet questions blooming in the corners of his mind whenever he allowed himself to hope.

And he hated it — how much he wanted it.

Kasi paano naman mangyayari ‘yon… if Heeseung doesn’t even want a child?

Heeseung made it sound so logical, so rational . “Now’s not the right time.” daw.

And yes, Sunoo gets it. Totoo naman.

He’s an international model. Someone whose name gets mentioned in Paris, Milan, and Tokyo. The kind whose face you’d see on global campaigns — minimalist, glowing, perfect.

And Heeseung? He’s the star player of their country’s national basketball team. A golden boy — everyone’s favorite. May endorsement left and right. Every move he makes is broadcast, every game a sold-out event.

They were too busy. Too visible. Too untouchable.

Alangan namang sabihin niya ng deretsahan, “Gusto ko na magka-anak, ‘Seung.” That would sound crazy. Unreasonable. Clingy.

But still…

Still, there was this gnawing need in his chest that refused to go away.

Kasi kahit pa sinabi ni Heeseung na ayaw niya… Did he really mean it? Or was he just agreeing with what he thought Sunoo wanted to hear?

Was Heeseung really so against it, or was he just… waiting for Sunoo to make the first move?

Kasi kung totoo lang — iyon nalang ang naiisip ni Sunoo na paraan para masigurong mananatili si Heeseung sa kanya. That there wouldn’t be room for doubt. Or escape. Or change of heart.

Heeseung had always been chased by the world. By the media. By girls. By fans. By pressure.

And Sunoo? Sunoo had always been the one who knew how to pose. How to perform. How to smile just right, and stay quiet when it mattered.

Pero this time… he didn’t want to just be seen . He wanted to be irreplaceable. Permanent .

A child — their child — would make things permanent. Would make leaving impossible.

Ah, ewan. He still had time to think. Time to figure it out. Time to plan how to trap Heeseung without making it look like a trap.

There were things he wasn’t proud of. Thoughts he kept hidden. Desires he didn’t dare say out loud.

But he loved Heeseung. That much was true. And when you love someone, don’t you fight for them? Don’t you find ways to keep them?

Besides, it’s not like he was planning to leave. Ever.

Sunoo met Heeseung four years ago — or at least, that’s what he thought.

For him, it started when Ni-ki invited him to watch a semi-final match. Courtside seats, row A, lights too bright, fans too loud. He was there in a clean, all-white outfit, barely paying attention to the game until he caught someone watching him instead.

Heeseung.

But what he didn’t know was: for Heeseung, it started way earlier.

Heeseung had seen Sunoo before. Multiple times, in fact.

From the glowing screens of his phone. From the billboards lining EDSA. From the time he attended a friend’s fashion event and saw him walk the runway, expression poised, hips sharp, gaze like a knife.

Sunoo.

That name had burned itself into Heeseung’s brain long before they’d spoken. A face you don’t forget. Beautiful, haunting, sharp, and soft at the same time.

And when they finally met, Heeseung could barely look at him straight. 

Natotorpe kasi siya.

How do you flirt with someone who looks like they belong in a museum?

Sunoo was the kind of pretty that made you forget what you were doing. The kind that made you lose track of time. The kind you don’t just fall in love with — you fall into.

It all changed that one night when Sunoo went to one of Heeseung’s games.

Nandoon siya.

And Heeseung knew, kahit anong gulo ng paligid, kahit gaano kalakas ang sigawan ng fans, he would always find Sunoo in the crowd.

He confirmed it the second the camera panned across the audience. Biglang humiyaw ang crowd nang bumungad ang mukha ni Sunoo sa napalaking LED screen na nakabitin sa gitna ng court. The stadium erupted in screams, Sunoo’s name echoing in waves — as if the game stopped just for him.

Sunoo, of course, looked surprised. He blinked, stunned for a second, before smiling and waving shyly, slightly bowing his head in a sheepish gesture.

Tangina.

Ang ganda ni Sunoo.

Heeseung felt something clench in his chest. Sobrang ganda. Parang hindi makatarungan. Parang ang unfair na may taong ganito kaganda… at siya ‘yung pinili.

At that moment, he swore to himself,  this night will not end without him talking to Sunoo. Kailangan niya. Kahit isang salita. Kahit simpleng “Hi.” Basta makausap niya lang.

Heeseung, ever the composed athlete, tried to hide the way his lips twitched into a grin. Ginamit niya ang kamay niya para ayusin ang buhok, kunwari nonchalant , pero totoo niyan? His heart was racing. Every muscle in his body felt light — like he could fly .

He felt unstoppable.

Heeseung shot that night like his life depended on it. Every movement was sharp, precise, and driven. As if the moment Sunoo showed up, the entire court became his stage, and he was playing for an audience of one.

And they won.

Of course, they did.

Pero para kay Heeseung, he already won the second Sunoo showed up.

That same night, he found the courage. He approached Sunoo — sweaty, tired, glowing from adrenaline — and he asked for his number.

They talked. They flirted. They fell.

And now?

Four years na silang magkasama. Four years of whispered calls at 2AM, of shared cups of coffee sa umaga, of missed dinners and quick airport kisses, of gentle fights and wordless forgiveness. Four years of growing together, of choosing each other again and again.

They were both busy — no doubt about that. Heeseung had his games. Sunoo had his runways. They barely had a day off that aligned, pero kahit ganoon, Heeseung made sure he was present. He attended fashion shows when he could. Sat beside managers and stylists, clapping louder than anyone in the room.

Ganoon din si Sunoo.

Madalas siyang pumunta sa games ni Heeseung, minsan mag-isa, minsan may bitbit na pagkain. Parang dati lang, noon ang rason niya ay si Ni-ki, pero ngayon? It was Heeseung. Always Heeseung.

And somewhere along the way, sa pagitan ng halik sa pisngi at ng mga text na “Uwi ka na” — they both started wondering.

What would it be like to have a child?

A soft, sleepy version of Sunoo curled up on their couch, or maybe a bright-eyed mini Heeseung na mahilig magdribble ng bola sa sala.

Pero ayaw nilang sabihin.

Because each one assumed the other didn't want it. Heeseung remembered that one off-hand comment Sunoo said during a party — “we don’t want kids” — and though Sunoo said it so casually, it stayed with him. We. Not I . We.

So Heeseung swallowed his dream.

And Sunoo, on the other hand, saw how focused Heeseung was on his career. Laging nasa training. Laging pagod. He didn’t want to ruin that by saying, “Hey, what if we had a baby?”

So he swallowed his, too.

But that desire never really left.

Now, they're both doing it quietly. Silently. Carefully.

They’re trying to baby-trap each other.

Heeseung is a mastermind. He was an ace. Always has been.

From perfecting game strategies sa basketball court, to acing recitations sa mga subject na ni hindi niya pinaghahandaan — there’s a reason kung bakit siya ang Team Captain. At hindi lang ‘yon dahil magaling siyang maglaro. It’s because Heeseung thinks ten steps ahead .

He sees angles no one else notices. And he strikes when no one expects.

That’s why right now, habang tahimik sa shared room nila, Heeseung stands by their dresser drawer holding a small familiar bottle in his hand — Sunoo’s contraceptive pills.

He turns it over slowly, studying it. Tinititigan niya nang maigi ‘yung label, binabasa ‘yung dosage, directions, every little instruction written on the outside.

It makes his jaw tick.

This was why Sunoo couldn’t get pregnant. This little bottle — this harmless-looking, white-labeled thing — was the very reason why Sunoo’s stomach remained flat, why he couldn’t keep something that belonged to both of them.

That ends tonight.

Maingat at dahan-dahan niyang binuksan ang takip. His eyes flickered down as he tilted the bottle, watching the pills fall gently into his palm. Walang tunog kundi ang marahang pagkatama ng bawat isa sa balat niya. 

Then, Heeseung reached for the second bottle na kanina pa nakatago sa backpack niya.

Vitamins.

Binili pa niya ‘to from a far pharmacy sa kabilang district, para lang makasigurado na walang makakahalata. Naghanap pa siya ng eksaktong parehong shape, parehong kulay, parehong laki. He made sure everything matched — down to the glossy coating.

Isang gabi pa niyang pinagplanuhan ‘to. From the store, to the swap, to the exact moment Sunoo would take one again.

He emptied the vitamin bottle into the old one, replacing each contraceptive pill with the harmless vitamins. Naka-ngiti siya habang ginagawa ito, like he was performing surgery. 

When he finished, Heeseung twisted the cap back on like nothing happened.

Then he sat back on the bed, stretching casually, scrolling through his phone like everything was fine, like he hadn’t just manipulated the future of the person he claimed to love.

Because if it went exactly the way he planned, Sunoo would be pregnant before the month ends. That soft belly he’d imagine over and over again — the image that haunted him during late nights when he was too pent up to sleep — it would finally become real.

Heeseung closed his eyes briefly, smirked, and let himself enjoy the thought. Sunoo… with swollen ankles, flushed cheeks, and a belly round with their child.

Putangina, ang ganda siguro ni Sunoo ‘pag nabuntis ito. 

Sunoo, half-asleep in their bed, mumbling complaints while cradling their baby bump.

Heeseung clenched his jaw as desire stirred in his gut. He swallowed thickly, composed himself.

He’d wait. It was only a matter of time.

That evening, Sunoo came into their room fresh out of the shower. His hair was damp, towel around his neck, wearing one of Heeseung’s oversized shirts that slipped down one shoulder. He looked exhausted. Drained from the party. Smiling all day.

Heeseung was on the bed, legs crossed, playing something casual on his phone.

Sunoo walked to the dresser, opened the drawer, and took out the same bottle, not knowing what had happened hours ago.

He twisted it open, took one pill, and popped it in his mouth before swallowing dryly. Just routine.

Just like Heeseung planned.

He glanced at him. “Baby, what’s that? Is that your contraceptive pill?” he asked innocently, voice light, like he wasn’t holding back a smirk behind his words.

“Yup,” Sunoo replied, brushing his hair back, “why?”

“Wala lang,” Heeseung said, lowering his phone and sitting up straighter. “You know… we’ve been love making almost every day lately, so I was wondering kung hindi ka nag-mi-miss ng kahit isa. Baka lang kasi makalimot ka minsan.”

Sunoo snorted softly, “Of course not, babe. I’m not stupid. I’ve been taking it regularly, don’t worry.”

Heeseung’s eyes gleamed. “Sigurado ka, ha? Wala ka talagang na-skip?”

“Promise,” sagot ni Sunoo, flashing him a quick grin before turning around to hang his towel.

Heeseung watched him with half-lidded eyes. Sunoo didn’t see it — didn’t see the slight curve of his boyfriend’s lips, the glint in his eye, the sharp inhale as if restraining a victorious laugh.

Hindi niya aakalain na magiging ganito kadali ang lahat.

If he had known na ganito kabilis mapalitan ang vitamins ni Sunoo without his boyfriend noticing, sana matagal na niyang ginawa ito.

Because now, all he had to do was wait.

And soon, their lives would change forever — whether Sunoo liked it or not.

He needs patience, and Heeseung knows that sooner or later his hardwork will pay-off. Hindi magtatagal ay mabubuntis si Sunoo, just as he planned.

Maybe by next month, there’ll be signs.

Missed periods. Cravings. Mood swings. Or that tiny curve on Sunoo’s lower belly — soft at first, then undeniable.

And when did it happen?

Heeseung would pretend to be surprised. Supportive. Shocked, even. “How did that happen?” “Were you taking your pills?” “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make this work.”

All lies.

But all for the truth he wanted most.

To keep Sunoo. Forever. Tied to him by blood.

By life. By a child.

And Sunoo?

He’d have no idea.

Everything is just going according to his plan.

Heeseung thinks he’s a mastermind.

And maybe he is — in his own cruel, brilliant way. But what he doesn’t know is that Sunoo is just as meticulous. Just as ruthless.

Because if Heeseung learned how to manipulate people on the court, Sunoo learned how to survive in a world that devours you if you don’t play it right. He didn't rise to international superstardom by being naive. Hindi siya umaabot sa global runways, sa billboard lights, at sa campaign shoots across Paris and Milan nang hindi marunong dumiskarte.

Sunoo is also a mastermind. Just in silk and heels.

That’s why the moment he turned his back on Heeseung and walked into the bathroom — calm, composed, smiling like everything was normal — he stood over the sink and opened his mouth.

There, sitting on the curve of his inner cheek, was the pill.

Untouched. Dry. Hidden during that entire conversation.

He scoffed to himself, Nice try, Heeseung. Then, with a flick of his tongue, he spat it into the toilet bowl and flushed it. Tuluyan na itong nawala, kasama ng lahat ng ilusyon ni Heeseung.

He never swallowed them. Not a single one.

After flushing the pill, he peeked out the bathroom door. Tahimik. Wala si Heeseung sa kwarto, siguro nagluluto na naman ng midnight snack na hindi marunong lutuin.

Perfect.

Sunoo went straight to the drawer. Heeseung’s drawer. He opened it, calmly — too calmly for someone about to commit quiet war.

There it was.

A box of condoms. XXL.

Typical.

He pulled the box out and sat on the floor like it was a craft project. Then he pulled out a tiny pin he’d hidden sa ilalim ng make-up pouch niya, usually for lashes. But now? Pangbutas.

One by one, he pricked the condoms. Small, controlled holes. Maliliit na tuldok na hindi makikita unless talagang hanapin mo. He pierced them along the sides, near the tip, in places where friction wouldn’t reveal anything until it was too late.

Let’s see who gets who pregnant first, he thought.

Ginawa niya iyon hanggang maubos niya ang buong box. Walang nalampasan. Then he repackaged everything — same order, same folding, same orientation. Para kapag kinuha ni Heeseung ang isa, walang pagdududang mabubuo.

When he was done, he arranged them back into the box with the same care and grace he used when folding his designer gowns. No crease. No evidence.

Heeseung wouldn’t notice. He never did.

Sa totoo lang, minsan nga ay nakakalimutan pa nitong magsuot ng condom. Masyado kasing nalulunod sa libog. Other times, si Sunoo pa mismo ang nagsusuot nito sa kanya.

Kaya kampante siya. Sunoo knew his plan would work.

Sooner or later, his small, beautiful body would betray them both. With a tiny, growing secret just beneath his navel.

A heartbeat that doesn’t belong to either of them, but will bind them together.

“Ah—fuck… fuck…” Sunoo’s breath hitched, halos mabaliw siya sa bawat baon ni Heeseung. Para siyang hinihiwa sa gitna pero gusto niya pa. Gusto niya pa ng mas malalim, mas madiin, mas mabilis. Hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit pero tuwing naririnig niyang humahalinghing si Heeseung sa tenga niya, parang nawawala na siya sa sarili.

“Fuck, Sunoo,” bulong ni Heeseung, ang bose niya ay garalgal, puno ng pananabik at panggigigil. “Look at you… ang ganda mong tignan habang binabayo kita. So fucking pretty, so filthy. This is what you're made for.”

Napakapit si Sunoo sa bedsheet, halos mapunit niya ito. His back arched nang biglang kinalabit ni Heeseung ang utong niya, habang ang isang kamay ay mahigpit na kumakapit sa bewang niya. Every time Heeseung thrust deeper, nararamdaman niyang mas lalo siyang nawawala sa ulirat. Mas lalong nanlalambot ang tuhod niya kahit pa nakaangat ang mga binti niya sa balikat ni Heeseung.

“Ah—ahh, Heeseung! D-Don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” daing niya habang nanginginig ang mga hita. Ang init ng tuktok ng tite ni Heeseung sa loob niya, parang sinisilaban ang kalamnan niya sa sobrang sarap.

Pero imbes na sumunod, bigla itong tumigil. Heeseung pulled out slowly, deliberately, watching Sunoo squirm and clench around nothing.

“What did I say, baby?” aniya habang hawak pa rin ang bewang ni Sunoo, pinipigilan itong gumalaw. “Sluts like you don’t get to ask. You take what I give you. Kung gusto mong kantutin kita ulit, beg. On your knees.”

Mabilis na tumulo ang laway ni Sunoo mula sa kanyang bibig habang umuungol pa rin siya, sa sobrang desperado ay umuulos na ang balakang niya sa ere kahit walang bumabayo. Umiiyak na siya sa pagkabitin.

“Heeseung… please… I need you,” garalgal niyang sabi, halos hindi na makapag-isip. “Please, fuck me again, please. I’ll do anything. I want you…. I need more…”

Napangisi si Heeseung habang tinutok muli ang tite niya sa bukana ni Sunoo. “Good boy.”

At walang pasabi, binaon niya uli ito, sagad hanggang dulo. Sunoo screamed, this time mas malakas, mas malalim. Halos mawalan siya ng boses sa sobrang sarap.

Heeseung’s pace was brutal. Walang awa. Tuloy-tuloy, walang pahinga. The bed was creaking under them, the headboard banging against the wall, but neither of them cared. Sunoo was sobbing now, pawis na pawis, at nanginginig pa rin.

“God, I can feel everything,” Heeseung growled, his fingers digging into Sunoo’s thighs. “You’re sucking me in so fucking good. Parang sinasakal ng puke mo ang tite ko, baby.”

Sunoo could barely answer. Lumulutang na siya, para siyang kinakaladkad palabas ng katawan niya.

Tumingin si Heeseung pababa, at nanlaki ang mata niya. “Shit. Look at that, love. You’re bulging. You like this, right? Gusto mong mapuno.”

“Uhhh-huh… yes, Hee—gusto ko. Gusto ko lahat,” uminit lalo ang pisngi ni Sunoo nang mahuli niyang kinikiskis ni Heeseung ang palad niya sa tiyan niyang humuhulma sa laki ng tite ng binata. “Fill me up, please…”

Heeseung was close. Ramdam ni Sunoo kung paanong mas lalong lumalaki at tumitigas ang tite nito sa loob niya, the way Heeseung's grip on his hips tightened, the way he moaned through his teeth.

And then—“Fuck, baby, take it. Take everything,” Heeseung growled, as he slammed one last time and emptied himself deep inside.

Sunoo screamed, legs trembling violently as he came untouched, white ropes of cum painting his own chest.

Just the thought of Sunoo being pregnant was enough to make Heeseung finish. Kung dati ay agad-agad niyang hinuhugot ang sarili mula kay Sunoo, ngayon ay iba na.

He let himself stay inside him for a while, feeling the way his cock pulsed inside Sunoo’s warm pussy.

“Are you okay, my love?” Heeseung asked softly, still nestled inside his boyfriend.

Sunoo simply hummed in response, too worn out to say anything. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as Heeseung leaned down to place gentle kisses on them.

Putangina, ang sarap. Heeseung could never get enough of Sunoo. Never. It was Sunoo’s fault for driving him insane like this, to the point where he found himself fantasizing about putting a baby in him.

“I’ll clean you up na, baby,” Heeseung whispered, and Sunoo gave him a slight nod, trusting him completely.

Even though he was wearing a condom, Heeseung didn’t pull out right away. He lingered inside, hoping—just maybe—that something had slipped through. After all, he knew Sunoo wasn’t taking contraceptive pills anymore.

When he finally withdrew, he frowned slightly at the sight of how much cum was caught inside the condom. Sayang. He had hoped some of it might leak through and reach Sunoo’s womb, which was exactly why he delayed pulling out in the first place.

Did Sunoo notice anything? Probably not. He looked completely spent, barely moving, and that gave Heeseung enough confidence to believe he’d pulled it off unnoticed.

Heeseung cleaned Sunoo gently with a soft towel, changed the sheets, and dressed him in fresh clothes. After tidying up, he slipped back into bed and wrapped his arms around Sunoo, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Good night, baby. I love you so much,” he murmured, brushing a final kiss on his lips before shutting his eyes.

Unseen by Heeseung, Sunoo smirked faintly to himself.

“What's this, babe?” Sunoo asked, confused.

Inabutan kasi siya ni Heeseung ng strawberry shake. Medyo malamig pa ‘yung baso, may konting chocolste syrup sa gilid, and the straw was already pushed in. Usually, si Sunoo pa nga ang nagpapabili kung trip niya ng dessert, pero ngayon, kusa siyang inabutan ni Heeseung.

Weird. Especially since alam ng boyfriend niya na nagda-diet siya lately. He had shoots lined up the whole week, and his agency was already nagging him about his measurements.

Kaya nang iabot ni Heeseung ang shake, instinctively, he narrowed his eyes.

Pero ang bilis rin ng paliwanag ng lalaki.

“Oh, you’re on a diet, right? Well,” Heeseung started, voice casual like they were talking about the weather. “Jay gave me some of these powders. His fiancé, si Jungwon, has been taking them. I just mixed it in your shake so it would taste sweet.”

“Powder?” Sunoo echoed.

“Mhmm. Diet powder. Parang supplement? Pang-control ng weight. Organic daw and safe. Don’t worry,” Heeseung added, smiling gently at him. “I just want you to stay healthy, baby. That’s all.”

“Ah…” Sunoo nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Then he sipped the shake.

And Heeseung watched him.

Watched him drink half of it in one go like it was nothing.

Wait. That’s it? Wala man lang second thoughts? He really just drank it? Just like that?

Tangina. It actually worked.

Heeseung had expected at least one question. Akala niya tatanungin siya ni Sunoo kung anong laman ng powder. Or kung safe ba talaga. Or kung bakit all of a sudden bigla siyang concerned sa diet niya when most days he was whining about how Sunoo was “too skinny already.”

But no.

Sunoo drank it.

Maybe it was because Sunoo was tired. Maybe dahil alam nitong may photoshoot siya bukas and he didn’t want the guilt of rejecting the help. O baka talagang nagtitiwala lang siya kay Heeseung.

Either way, Heeseung wasn’t going to complain.

Jay had mentioned it just the night before. Over drinks, habang pareho silang medyo tipsy.

“Yup. Jungwon’s pregnant,” Jay had said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “He’s been taking this supplement for a while now. I mean, sure, my sperms are strong as fuck—but he wanted to be sure.”

Heeseung had blinked, lips parted. Pregnant?

Kaya he asked. Anong klaseng supplement? Saan mabibili? Effective ba talaga?

Jay had smirked, leaned in a little, then showed him the brand on his phone.

The next morning, Heeseung had already ordered three boxes online. Express shipping. Hindi siya nagdalawang-isip. Mahal? Oo. Pero wala siyang pake. Kaya niyang bayaran. Kaya niyang ulitin.

If this is what it takes to get Sunoo pregnant… then fuck it. Let’s do it.

Heeseung didn’t care anymore about logic or ethics or whether this was even the right thing to do. Ang gusto lang niya ay isang bagay.

To keep Sunoo.

To make sure that the pretty boy who glowed on every runway and smiled too easily at strangers would stay his. Forever.

That’s why when Heeseung told him that it was just some powder to make him skinny , or whatever the hell that meant—wala siyang maisip na matinong rason noon—he just shrugged. He didn’t ask. He didn’t push. He just nodded and drank the shake like usual, sweet and obedient and trusting.

Sunoo had no idea.

Wala siyang kaalam-alam na 'yung tinitimplang shake ni Heeseung na regular niyang iniinom ay may lamang supplement. Not the normal kind. Not the kind you get over the counter sa Watsons. It was the kind you had to research for. Ang klase ng supplement na dinesenyo para tumaas ang fertility ng katawan ng isang tao, para bumilis ang posibilidad ng pagbubuntis.

And he took it.

Walang tanong-tanong. He just drank it again and again, every morning, every night, whenever Heeseung handed him the glass. And every single time, Heeseung would watch him. Eyes dark, lips tugged into a faint smirk while pretending to scroll through his phone.

Kaya naman kanina lang, habang pinapanood niyang maubos ni Sunoo ang laman ng baso, hindi niya mapigilan ang ngisi niya. That slow, twisted kind of grin. He even reached into his pocket, pinisil ang maliit na plastic bottle na naroon—where the powder came from. He held it tight like a token.

“Do you have practice today, babe?” tanong ni Sunoo mula sa couch, habang nakahiga sa throw pillows na parang pusa. He had the blanket over his legs, hair damp from his afternoon shower. Walang siyang shoot ngayon, kaya naka-pambahay lang siya—loose tank top, cotton shorts, walang makeup, but still glowing like always.

Si Heeseung, nasa kwarto pa. But the moment he heard Sunoo’s voice, he capped the fake pill bottle and shoved it deep into his drawer, sa ilalim ng mga damit niya. Then he stepped out, like nothing had happened.

“Nope. Tomorrow pa, why?” sagot niya, leaning over para halikan ang labi ni Sunoo.

“I’ve bought some vitamins for you,” dagdag ni Sunoo, all sunshine and sincerity. “I know you’re practicing hard… and I can see how hard you are working, kaya I decided to buy some vitamins for you just like you did to me.”

Saad ni Sunoo habang nakangiti, proud sa ginawa niya. Kasi naaalala niya noong si Heeseung ang nagbigay sa kanya ng “healthy shake” noon.

Heeseung blinked. Saglit siyang napatigil, but then he caught himself, smiling with genuine amusement this time. “Oh, really? That’s so sweet of you, baby. Where is it?”

Heeseung’s eyes lit up at the mention of vitamins, the usual softness returning to his face. And just like that, Sunoo smiled back—calm, gentle, casual—bago siya tumayo at tumungo sa kusina, all while pretending it was nothing. Just like a sweet gesture.

But in truth, it wasn’t just a random vitamin he had bought.

It was specific. Pinili niya iyon after a week of reading online forums, watching obscure fertility videos on TikTok, and lurking on reddit threads na hindi niya dapat binabasa. The bottle in the fridge wasn’t anything fancy—it didn’t even look suspicious—but the label read “male reproductive health support” in small print. It was for sperm quality. Purity. Potency. Whatever.

Nabasa lang niya iyon sa isang thread na nag-viral months ago, and for some reason, naniwala agad siya. Maybe because he wanted to. Maybe because part of him… wanted to see what would happen.

“Here,” Sunoo said softly, taking out the two blister packs, revealing two different pills — one pink, one white.

Kinuha niya  isa-isa sa mga ito at inilagay sa palad niya, inaabot iyon kay Heeseung nang walang alinlangan, para bang hindi niya nararamdaman ang kaba sa dibdib niya.

Heeseung, who had just uncapped the “strawberry shake” he had made earlier that morning, took the pills without hesitation. His fingers brushed gently against Sunoo’s palm.

Habang inaabot ni Heeseung ang shake kay Sunoo, sinundan siya nito ng tingin, observing how the boy’s lashes trembled as he accepted the bottle, how his lips slightly parted as he positioned the straw between them.

Nagkatinginan sila saglit, not a word was spoken between them, but both of them were smiling.

Sunoo took a long sip, ang malamig na likido ay unti-unting dumadaloy pababa sa lalamunan niya, tasting like strawberry. He swallowed. And with that act, with that one gulp, a thought came back to him with full force.

“I can’t wait to get pregnant,” Sunoo repeated in his mind.

On the other side of the kitchen counter, Heeseung swallowed both pills dry, not even flinching. He watched as Sunoo tilted the bottle, letting the last of the shake slip between his lips.

“I can’t wait for you to get pregnant,” Heeseung said silently, the words slipping through his thoughts like smoke. 

He never said it aloud. He didn’t need to. And neither did Sunoo.

Because what neither of them knew was that they were playing the same game. A quiet, high-stakes match that didn’t rely on confessions, only actions.

They each thought they were being smart. Na sila ang may kontrol. That they were the ones pulling the strings while the other unknowingly danced to their rhythm. Sunoo thought he was the one subtly leading Heeseung on, taking what he could while pretending to be passive. Heeseung thought he was manipulating the dynamic, making Sunoo depend on him more with every gesture, every shake, every lingering touch.

But in truth, they were both dancing to the same music — one they both chose, one neither could escape from.

Each time, they got a little more tangled.

The line between who was being played and who was playing got blurrier each time.

And in the end, it wasn’t clear who was falling into whose trap — because maybe, just maybe, they were falling together.

“You’re blooming these days, Sun,” Jungwon said, one of Sunoo’s friends.

Sunoo’s cheeks flushed… sino ba namang hindi magiging blooming kung halos araw-arawin siya ni Heeseung nang kantot. Tangina, sa pagtulog lang talaga ang totoong pahinga niya. Talagang sinulit ni Heeseung ang buong break nila—umaga, tanghali, gabi, madaling-araw. Hindi talaga siya tinigilan nito hangga’t hindi siya mangiyak-ngiyak.

Ngayon nga lang siya ulit nakalabas ng maayos, and even then, parang bitin pa si Heeseung kanina, gustong sumama sa shoot. But Sunoo said no.

“Heeseung is so wild, Won,” Sunoo rolled his eyes in annoyance, pero ang totoo ay nagagalak talaga siya. His eyes sparkled at the thought. It just means there’s a greater chance of him getting pregnant.

Aba, dapat lang. He didn’t go through all that trouble para lang hindi siya mabuntis, ‘no.

First, he punctured tiny holes sa XXL condoms ni Heeseung. As in, talagang maingat na maingat siya oara hindi mahalata.

Second, he replaced Heeseung’s daily vitamins. Instead of magnesium and zinc for stamina, binigyan niya ito ng folate, CoQ10, at kung anu-anong supplements for sperm quality na sinadya talaga niyang hanapin sa isang fertility forum. Siyempre disguised bilang “sports-grade” vitamins.

At pangatlo, may “herbal” pa siya mula sa probinsya nila. Nasambit niya lang ng isang beses sa Lola niya habang nagbabakasyon: nasabi niyang gusto niyang magka-anak. Mula noon, binigyan na siya nito ng kung anu-anong halamang gamot — pinakuluan, tinimpla, inipon. Dapat siya lang ang iinom, pero dinamay na rin niya si Heeseung. Para kasing mas effective kung pareho silang may iniinom, para walang sablay.

Sunoo would always hand the tea warm, freshly steeped, sweetened just right para hindi mahalata. At si Heeseung naman? Tanggap lang nang tanggap. Hindi man lang nagdududa. Sa totoo lang, bilib siya sa boyfriend niya. .

“Are you planning to have kids, ba?” Jungwon asked while casually massaging his slightly rounded belly.

“I want to… but Heeseung doesn’t,” saad niya, eyes lowering a bit. A slight pout on his lips. Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. Whether Heeseung likes it or not, he’s going to have a child with him. Gusto niya ng pamilya. Gusto niya ng batang kamukha nila. At gusto niyang ma-secure ang lugar niya kay Heeseung forever.

Sooner or later, his plans would pay off.

Jungwon looked at him, clearly confused. “Hindi gusto ni Hee? Eh, Jay mentioned to me that he–”

Jungwon’s words were cut off nang may magsalita sa likuran nila.

“Love, I’m sorry I’m late,” Heeseung said, his voice warm and deep as he stepped onto the backstage area. May dala pa itong bulaklak—pink tulips, Sunoo’s favorite.

Sunoo looked at him, trying to hide the smile creeping on his face. His heart fluttered—just a bit. Heeseung, despite everything, was still attentive. Still sweet. And still under his thumb.

“Oh siya, aalis na ako at baka maging thirdwheel pa ako,” Jungwon teased, rolling his eyes but clearly amused. Bati rin siya ni Heeseung, na tinanguan lang ni Jungwon before leaving the two of them alone.

“I miss you,” malambing na bulong ni Heeseung kay Sunoo, sabay halik sa malambot nitong mga labi na para bang hinding-hindi niya pagsasawaan.

Sunoo pouted, “We just saw each other kanina, love,” sagot nito habang kinukuha ang tulips na hawak ni Heeseung.

Napangiti siya, his whole face scrunching in that adorable way na parang bata tuwing may bagong laruan. Inamoy pa niya ito, and his nose wrinkled in delight. “Smells so good.”

“So what? I could never get enough of you, babe,” tugon ni Heeseung habang inaayos ang bangs ni Sunoo na bahagyang tumatama sa makinis na noo nito. He did that unconsciously sometimes, like it was muscle memory—like an automatic gesture whenever he looked at his lover’s face. Lalo na pag medyo magulo ang buhok nito.

“Hmp, sabi mo ‘yan, ah?” Sunoo raised a brow playfully, pero mabilis din iyong bumaba when he clung to Heeseung’s arm.

“Anyway, I’m hungry, love. I’ve been craving for sinigang these days,” saad niya, lips forming another pout, like his cravings were the end of the world.

Tahimik lang si Heeseung for a second, halatang nag-iisip. May na-book na siyang restaurant for them today—plano na niya talaga ‘yon dahil anniversary month nila, kahit hindi eksaktong date. Pero if Sunoo wanted sinigang, then what was one reservation? Heeseung would rather spend a day eating simpleng ulam sa bahay basta’t masaya si Sunoo.

“Okay,” he said softly. “You want me to cook for you?” sabay yakap sa bewang ni Sunoo, his other hand clutching the bag his lover handed him earlier.

“Yes! I miss your cooking, these past few days puro lang tayo order,” saad ni Sunoo habang naglalakad silang dalawa palabas ng building. His tone was bright, almost singing, and the way he skipped slightly with each step reminded Heeseung just how much joy this boy brought into his life.

Paglabas nila ng building, isang pamilyar na boses ang tumawag mula sa likod. “Sunoo!”

Napalingon silang dalawa at napansin ni Heeseung ang lalaking kumakaway. Lean build, fair skin, effortlessly styled hair. 

Sunoo’s eyes lit up like city lights at Christmas. “Hoon! It’s been a while since we last saw each other!” bati niya habang patakbo itong niyakap nang mahigpit.

Too tight for Heeseung’s liking.

“We’re too busy kasi eh,” sagot ni Sunghoon habang niyayakap si Sunoo pabalik. “Ikaw, you’re just as pretty as I last saw you.”

Sunoo giggled, his cheeks turning into a soft pink hue habang tinapik si Sunghoon sa braso. “Hay, ikaw talaga.”

Heeseung clicked his tongue silently, pinigilan ang sarili na hindi umikot ang mata. Sino ba ‘tong lalaking ‘to at nakayakap agad?

At buti na lang at hindi siya tuluyang naging multo sa tabi ni Sunoo. “By the way, this is my boyfriend, Heeseung. You know him, right? He’s a popular basketball player.”

Sunoo pulled him closer, finally acknowledging his presence, kaya naman kahit papaano ay humupa ang inis sa dibdib ni Heeseung. 

Heeseung looked at Sunghoon with that composed kind of sharpness. Tinanguan niya ito at saka iniabot ang kamay.

Sunghoon smiled back, accepted the handshake, and if he was intimidated by Heeseung’s height or stature, he didn’t show it. Pero si Heeseung, he stood a bit straighter. Mas matangkad siya. Mas lalaki—at higit sa lahat, siya ang boyfriend.

Sunoo and Sunghoon exchanged more words, at hindi kalaunan ay nagpaalam na rin si Sunghoon dahil ramdam niyang hindi na maganda ang timpla sa mukha ni Heeseung kaya naman nakangisi siyang umalis. Si Sunoo naman ay patuloy pa rin ang daldal kay Heeseung, si Heeseung naman ay tahimik lang na nagdadrive until he stopped the car sa madilim na parte ng kalsada, which left Sunoo confused.

“At the backseat,” malamig na utos ni Heeseung at saka dahan-dahang hinuhubad ang belt niya.

Sunoo blinked, slowly, like he was trying to process kung joke lang ba ‘yon o kung seryoso si Heeseung. But the moment he saw the way Heeseung’s jaw clenched at the same time na bumaba ang zipper ng pantalon nito, Sunoo knew: this wasn’t a game. This was punishment.

Strike 1: Heeseung didn’t wear any condom the moment he fucked Sunoo in the backseat.

Walang pasabi, basta na lang siyang pinatalikod at pinadapa sa leather seat ng sasakyan. Sunoo had to bite his knuckle to stop himself from screaming too loud the moment Heeseung entered him raw, deep, and full of that possessive rage he barely kept contained kanina pa.

Sunoo’s eyes rolled back the moment he came, his sweat tracing glistening paths down his flushed cheeks. The entire car reeked of sex, jealousy, and unsaid feelings they were too stubborn to acknowledge.

Pareho silang hingal nang sabay silang nilabasan. Heeseung didn’t just finish—he came hard inside him, filling him up as if trying to prove a point, as if silently claiming: you’re mine, Sunoo.

Heeseung thinks it’s better that way. No barriers. No space. Just skin, heat, and jealousy fucking its way into love.

“Stop being jealous of Sunghoon, babe. You’re the one I love, at isa pa, he’s got a boyfriend soooo…” saad ni Sunoo habang nasa ilalim pa rin siya ni Heeseung, acting like he didn’t just get dicked down in the middle of nowhere, like his whole body wasn’t shaking a few minutes ago.

Kung may makakita man sa kotse ni Heeseung— which Sunoo really, really hopes na sana wala —they’d instantly know what happened. Halatang-halata. The way the windows fogged up, the way the car rocked violently earlier, the way Sunoo’s clothes were half-on and crumpled like he’s been worshiped, used, and loved all at once.

Sa sobrang lakas ba namang bumayo, talagang umalog ang buong sasakyan sa kada galaw ni Heeseung. Walang pakialam kung may dumaang kotse, kung may makakita. In that moment, Sunoo was his. And Heeseung didn’t want to share—not even the smallest piece of him.

Tahimik silang dalawa. The air smelled like sweat, lust, and the leather interior soaked in the heat of their bodies. Heeseung reached for the towel sa compartment ng likod. Gamit ito at pinunasan niya si Sunoo, it was gentle now, as if the monster earlier vanished the moment he released inside him.

Sunoo glanced up, watching Heeseung with dazed eyes, and smiled. Soft. Sweet. And utterly deceiving. Because behind that smile was a boy who knew exactly what kind of man his boyfriend was when he was jealous.

Heeseung smiled secretly, a faint curl on his lips, habang pinupunasan ang sariling tamod na nasa pagitan ng hita ni Sunoo. Like a trophy. Like proof. Like he had planted his flag and claimed what was his.

He fucked Sunoo without any condoms.

Heeseung had fucked him raw—hard and slow and selfish—in the tight, shadowed backseat of his sleek black Aston Martin parked under the isolated canopy of pine trees just outside the city. The windows had fogged over from the heat of their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and leather. 

Sobrang sikip, pero mas masikip si Sunoo.

Heeseung swore he’d never felt anything like it—like Sunoo was made for him, for this. Para sa ganitong pagkabaliw.

And fucking Sunoo without any condoms means having a greater chance of him getting pregnant.

That thought didn’t leave Heeseung’s mind. It nestled there, like a devilish whisper na hindi niya matanggal kahit pa ilang beses na siyang tumingin kay Sunoo na ngayon ay parang walang nangyari, nakabusangot lang sa passenger seat habang nakatukod ang siko sa bintana at tinatapik-tapik ang hita niya in annoyance.

Sunoo, like Heeseung, was triumphant. Nakahiga pa siya kanina sa likod ng kotse, pinagpapawisan, buhok niya ay dikit sa noo, habang may mapanuksong ngiti sa mga labi. He was happy sa ginawa ni Heeseung. Not just because of the orgasm. Not just because it was raw, intense, carnal.

But because his boyfriend didn’t wear condoms.

I mean, they’ve fucked many times, especially raw, but that was before when Sunoo was taking contraceptive pills, pero tumigil na siya. Secretly. For almost three weeks now. Hindi niya sinasabi kay Heeseung. Hindi niya kailangan sabihin. It was his choice. At ngayon, somehow, it feels like the choice is turning into something else. A desire. A trap. A plan.

Now they were driving home. Or somewhere near it. The roads were quiet, the sky turning into a deep purple dusk. Heeseung’s hand was on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the gear shift. He was in a good mood, his features glowing faintly under the warm lights of the dashboard. Panay ang tingin niya kay Sunoo—na ngayon ay tahimik at nakasimangot habang nakasandal sa passenger seat, nursing his lower back.

Sunoo remained quiet while rubbing his lower back, his lips twitching from the dull pain sa balakang niya. 

“Ang sakit ng balakang ko…” he complained, with a soft whine in his voice that only Heeseung could ever hear without being annoyed.

“I was wondering how you’d look, you know, carrying my child. I’ve read somewhere that getting pregnant will leave you swollen… and full of me,” he whispered, his tone low and indulgent, like he was imagining it in real time.

Napalunok si Sunoo. His fingers froze on his lap, his eyes flickering back to the windshield the moment the light turned green and the car rolled forward again. Saka lang siya muling nakahinga. His shoulders relaxed, but his face—his face was different now.

If you don’t have a keen eye like Heeseung, hindi mo mapapansin agad ang mabilis npagbabago ng ekspresyon niya. Pero nakita ito ni Heeseung. A brief flicker of curiosity. A flash of longing. A hunger na parang sinubukang itago ni Sunoo by biting the inside of his cheek.

It was as if Sunoo also wanted it.

“But I was just joking, baby. I just wanna see your reaction,” Heeseung added quickly, as if to cover the crack in the air between them, his voice casual but his fingers tightened around the steering wheel just a little.

Sunoo snorted and rolled his eyes, tossing his head slightly as he shifted in his seat, “Whatever, weirdo,” sagot niya, a hint of a smile ghosting on his lips.

Pero may napansin si Heeseung. Sunoo didn’t deny the idea of what he had just said.

Heeseung smirked quietly to himself. His grip on the wheel relaxed. The drive continued through the long and winding roads leading to the secluded villa they sometimes stayed at during weekends. The road was empty, the sky was tinted orange from the setting sun, and the tension between them was warm.

Strike 2.

The second time Heeseung didn’t wear a condom was when his once overflowing box of rubbers had miraculously gone “out of stock.”

“Baby, we don’t have condoms anymore,” Heeseung said casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. As if Sunoo wasn’t already sprawled on the bed, ass in the air, his fair skin painted with purplish-red bite marks like Heeseung had claimed territory on every inch of him.

He expected a scolding. A whine. Maybe even that cute pout Sunoo always does when something doesn’t go his way.

But all he got was a raised eyebrow and an even more casual, “Aw, really? Guess you should just be careful, babe.”

Heeseung chuckled, so nonchalant, like he hadn’t been dreaming of fucking Sunoo raw since the very first time he laid eyes on him.

“Right. I’ll just pull it out immediately,” Heeseung answered with a smirk as he lined up his cock against Sunoo’s entrance, slowly pushing in, making the younger arch and moan like he was made to be filled.

Pero spoiler alert—Heeseung didn’t pull out.

He never fucking did.

And this time was no different. He came inside Sunoo just like the last time. And the next. And the one after that.

His thick cum leaked out of Sunoo’s pussy in creamy trails, dripping down his thighs and onto the sheets, only for Heeseung to push it back in with his fingers… and then his cock again, going for another round like he was trying to engrave himself into Sunoo’s womb.

His body trembled with each thrust, each stretch, each timed exhale that ended in a moan. His legs would shake, minsan hindi na siya makapanatili sa isang posisyon, kaya’t kukunin siya ni Heeseung at iaangkla muli, arms under thighs, hands gripping his waist like he was made of porcelain that only he had the right to break.

And still, Heeseung didn’t pull out.

He just kept doing it, pouring his cum straight into Sunoo’s trembling, aching pussy—again and again. It was as if the idea of pulling out didn’t even exist in his mind anymore. No apology. Not even a whisper of guilt. Nothing. Para bang ito talaga ang plano niya sa simula pa lang.

Heeseung’s cum would drip out slowly afterwards, forming white trails down Sunoo’s inner thighs and onto the sheets, the couch, the tile floor—kahit saan pa sila magkantutan. Pero imbes na punasan, Heeseung would just push it back in with his fingers, sealing it in, whispering things like “Keep it in, baby,” or “That’s where it belongs, di ba?” like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Kung hindi lang sobrang focused si Heeseung sa ginagawa niya, baka napansin niyang ilang beses na siyang hinahayaan ni Sunoo. Wala nang tanong, wala nang reklamo.

Because unbeknownst to him, Sunoo threw out the condoms himself.

Three unopened packs.

Then he waited.

And yes—Heeseung really did fuck him raw without a second thought.

“What’s up with you, babe?” tanong ni Heeseung habang pababa ng hagdan, nang makita si Sunoo na naka-yoga mat sa sala, stretching with his back arched and his legs split wide on either side. His arms extended like a ballerina, slow and fluid.

“I’m stretching, duh,” Sunoo answered, not even sparing him a glance. “I just wanna make sure my body stays flexible.”

So if I ever give birth, kaya ng balakang ko. He wanted to add that, but he bit his tongue.

Sunoo shifted position—now in a deep bend, his ass raised high and exposed, right in Heeseung’s line of sight. Napasinghap si Heeseung. His grin grew wider. Lust filled his eyes like fire to gasoline.

“I’ve learned some new positions, love,” he said lowly. “You wanna try it?”

Sunoo didn’t even look back, pero alam niya ang ibig sabihin ng tanong. Kilalang kilala na niya si Heeseung.

And yes, he was right.

The moment he nodded, Heeseung was already behind him. No warm-up. No patience. Just raw want.

Like a beast unleashed, Heeseung dicked him down right there—on the floor, on the mat, on the couch later, against the wall, sa lahat ng sulok ng bahay.

Every thrust was heavy, deliberate, and deep. As if with each stroke, Heeseung was branding him, marking him as his.

Tangina, ang yoga exercise na nagsisilbing stretching ni Sunoo tuwing umaga ay nauwi sa literal na marathon sex, courtesy of Heeseung and his never-ending curiosity sa mga “bagong positions” na nababasa niya online. Tipong akala mo, nagre-research siya para sa ikaka-unlad ng ekonomiya, ‘yun pala ay fertility blog lang pala ang binabasa ng gago.

Heeseung didn’t wear any condom. As usual, bigla raw niyang “nakalimutang bumili.” Bullshit. Kung tutuusin, may tatlong pharmacy lang sa paligid ng bahay nila, at may dalawang vending machine pa ng contraceptives sa kabilang building. Pero hindi eh. Hr just conveniently “forgot.”

Sunoo didn’t even get to finish half of his yoga session dahil tinadtad siya ng rounds ni Heeseung, hanggang sa literal na manginig ang tuhod niya. He was too spent to even lift his arms up after. His face flat in the arpet, freshly fucked, slightly teary-eyed, anx feeling betrayed but satisfied.

What he didn’t know was that this entire orchestration was planned. Heeseung had read somewhere—probably from a sketchy anonymous blog or a self-proclaimed fertility guru’s forum na mukhang ginawa sa Tumblr—na trying new sex positions could help you get pregnant faster. That’s why Heeseung started ticking every item off the list. Doggy while standing? Check. Reverse cowgirl on a Pilates ball? Check. Missionary with a pillow under the hips for "maximum contact"? Double check.

And because the asshole was such a committed overachiever when it came to getting Sunoo pregnant, Heeseung went as far as removing the full-length mirror in their bedroom. Nakakasira raw ng intimacy. Kaya ngayon, tanging vanity mirror ni Sunoo na kasing laki lang ng mukha niya at ‘yung nasa banyo ang natira.

Sunoo noticed it. Of course, he did. Sino ba namang hindi makakapansin sa anim na talampakan ng salamin na biglang nawala? He caught Heeseung red-handed habang tinutulak ito palabas ng kwarto.

Pero hindi siya nagtaka.

Because, he read the same fucking blog.

Weeks ago, Sunoo had bookmarked the exact same forum post na binasa ni Heeseung. Kung anong multo ang nagtulak sa kanilang dalawa to deep-dive into the abyss of “trying for a baby” threads ay hindi na mahalaga. Ang mahalaga, pareho silang may balak na lokohin ang isa’t isa without even knowing they were playing the same game.

Sunoo, with his razor-blade smile and unmatched finesse, continued puncturing the corners of the XXL condom box na binili ni Heeseung. Sinadya pa niya ‘yung hindi obvious—yung maliit lang na turok, parang kagat lang ng langgam, so that the latex would only break mid-thrust.

Heeseung, on the other hand, kept offering Sunoo his “new favorite shake” tuwing hapon. Sinabi niyang diet shake daw ito na pampaliit ng waistline, but in truth, it was a high-protein fertility smoothie na may halo pang maca root, ginseng, at kung anu-anong hindi mo mabibili sa local groceries.

And the game didn’t stop there.

Sunoo had been offering Heeseung tea from his grandmother’s medicinal stash. It tasted like fermented soil and broken dreams. Pero dahil si Heeseung ay competitive, hindi siya nagpatalo. He even made his own version of fertility ramen— broth-based, but suspiciously filled with oysters and ginseng.  

Plus, Heeseung also learned a new thing to ensure that Sunoo would be pregnant. He sabotaged Sunoo’s ovulation. He knew that Sunoo religiously tracked his cycle days, kaya hindi naging mahirap para sa kaniya na manipulahin ang petsa—konting edit lang sa calendar app, and everything fell into place. Sinadya talaga niya. He marked the real dates on his private phone and fed Sunoo fake ones, whispering soft reminders when to rest or take his supplements, pretending to care, pretending to support Sunoo’s “career timing” when deep down, he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike .

He chose to make love with him when Sunoo’s body was aching for it—when his skin felt extra sensitive, when even the way the bedsheets rubbed against his thighs sent him trembling. That moment when Sunoo was in heat and didn’t even know it had already been predicted, orchestrated, pinned to the wall of Heeseung’s twisted little heart. Pinili talaga niya ang araw kung kailan mataas ang posibilidad ng pagbubuntis.

What Heeseung didn’t know was that Sunoo wasn’t even using the app anymore.

Sunoo stopped checking it months ago. He didn’t need it. Alam ng katawan niya kung kailan siya fertile. Kaya noong naramdaman niyang ovulating siya, he also chose that exact same night to slip into Heeseung’s bed, pressing himself close, eyes fluttering as he whispered, “Hee, I need you tonight.”

That night, they both thought they were the clever one.

They both thought they were trapping the other.

They both had the same desire.

To trap each other with a child.

But neither of them knew that the other was thinking the same fucking thing.

Not yet.

Hindi pa nila alam na pareho lang pala sila ng intensyon.

Sunoo was already imagining his life with Heeseung’s child. Sa utak niya, klaro na lahat. He would take a break from modeling—just temporarily—once he confirms the pregnancy. He’ll raise their child in silence, in secret, in peace. He would hum lullabies while folding baby clothes. He’ll document his belly’s growth every week. Mag-iisip na rin siya ng mga pangalan—Calix, if a boy. Jada, if a girl. Calix, for strength. Jada, for grace.

He’s giddy about it. Excited.

Who cares, kung ayaw pa ni Heeseung ng anak. he’ll give him no choice. He’ll be tied to him for life. It wasn’t malicious. It wasn’t revenge. It was desperation.

It was love dipped in madness. Dahil ayaw na niyang mawala pa si Heeseung.

What Sunoo didn’t know was that Heeseung was also imagining the same thing.

A thousand times. A million times.

Hindi niya na mabilang kung ilang beses na niyang binuntis si Sunoo sa isipan niya. In his daydreams, Sunoo’s flat belly would swell, curve, and harden with life. Heeseung would kneel and kiss it every morning, talk to the baby even before it had ears. He would build a nursery, paint it by hand.

But he also remembered—Sunoo said he didn’t want kids yet. Yet . Because of his career. Because of timing. Because of freedom. So what could he do?

Heeseung lied. He told Sunoo that he agreed. He said, “Yeah, let’s wait.” But secretly, he counted days. He logged symptoms. He upped the dosage of vitamins he slipped into their smoothies. And when the time came, he came inside Sunoo without a word. Held him tight after, whispered “I love you,” then closed his eyes and imagined a future.

He didn’t know he was just playing the other half of a fool’s game.

Sunoo wanted the same thing.

Heeseung wanted the same thing.

Pareho silang may sariling plano. Pareho silang may sariling lihim. Pareho silang nagpapakabaliw sa isa’t isa—thinking that love alone wouldn’t be enough.

It’s tragic.

It’s poetic.

And it’s stupid.

But fuck, it’s love.

They’re both insane.

Heeseung is just as crazy as Sunoo, and Sunoo is just as crazy as Heeseung.

That’s why they’re meant for each other.

Because no sane person would ever go that far. No sane person would think that manipulating a life into existence is proof of devotion. But they weren’t sane. They were in love. And in their love, there was obsession, desperation, delusion, and tenderness all tangled in silk and string.

Nayayamot na si Heeseung. Is Sunoo still not pregnant yet? Para saan pa’t pinapalitan niya ng vitamins ang contraceptive nito na iniinom?

Nasisiraan na siya ng bait. He was already hallucinating that he's having a child with Sunoo. Parang baliw na nga yata siya sa sobrang pago-overthink. Is his ways not working? Bakit parang wala namang epekto? He didn't notice any visible changes on Sunoo’s body.

Still skinny. Walang pagbabago sa waistline nito, kahit pa gabi-gabi niya itong kinakantot. Sure, napapansin niya nitong mga nakaraang araw na sobrang gana nitong kumain, but iyon lang. No complaints about sore breasts, no complaitns about bloating, wala ring nasabi tungkol sa kahit anong kakaibang nararamdaman.

Heeseung was even attentive to the tiniest things—if Sunoo’s scent changed, if his mood fluctuated abnormally, kung mas nagiging clingy ba ito. Pero wala. Same old sweet Sunoo. Nakangiti, kalmado, minsan moody, but not out of the ordinary.

He didn’t even mention anything about craving weird foods lately.

Heeseung was starting to wonder—was the dosage not enough? Was the swap too subtle? May posibilidad bang nalaman ni Sunoo na pinalitan niya ang iniinom nito? No, he made sure to hide all evidence. He even tore the labels off and copied the original handwriting. Maingat siya. He’s always careful when it comes to Sunoo.

And yet… nothing.

He didn’t hear Sunoo throwing up in the mornings, which should be the first indicator. No morning sickness. No swollen ankles. No fainting spells. Nada.

Napapadalas kasi ang shoot ni Sunoo. Madalas wala ito sa bahay, or kung nandito man, tulog na. Heeseung rarely got the chance to observe him the way he wanted to. He was also preoccupied with training—may paparating silang laro and the entire varsity team was under pressure. Kaya pag-uwi niya, hulas at pagod, madadatnan niya nalang si Sunoo na nakabaluktot sa kama nila, mahimbing na natutulog, minsan pa nga may mumo pa sa labi.

What Heeseung didn’t know… was that Sunoo had been experiencing all the symptoms he was obsessively looking for.

Sunoo had been eating like he was starving for two. Not one. Two. Naubos niya ang buong tray ng itlog, tinapay, ham, cheese, pati 'yung tirang sinigang—lahat, kinain niya ng isang upuan. Their one-week grocery? Ubos na in just two damn days.

Pero hindi niya iyon iniinda. Bakit? Kasi hindi naman siya tumataba. He had fast metabolism, so he never really felt the change. For Sunoo, it was just a case of: “siguro gutom lang talaga ako lately.”

Then, there were the cravings. Hindi niya pinansin noong una. Weird food combos? Eh normal naman 'yon, right? Especially when Heeseung once told him, “Baby, mint chocolate is already a weird food. What else could be more weird?” Kaya naman Sunoo didn’t think twice about dipping fries in peanut butter or eating pickles with whipped cream. It felt random—but not alarming.

He even chalked up the sudden dizziness to his packed modeling schedule. Kulang sa tulog. Kulang sa kain. Stress. Typical.

Kaya’t noong napatulog siya ng tatlong oras straight sa middle ng shoot nila, ni hindi niya binigyan ng ibang kahulugan. Eh kasi sanay naman siyang kulang sa pahinga. Ngayon lang siya nadalian matulog, so why not enjoy it, ‘di ba?

He didn’t even take any PTs yet dahil ang nasa isip niya ay saka na lang niya iyon gagamitin if he’s sure—completely sure—na may nangyayari na nga sa katawan niya. But something odd had started to manifest. His breasts. Swelling. Painful. Sensitive to the touch. Hindi siya sigurado kung stress lang ba ‘yon or kung may hormonal imbalance na nangyayari sa kaniya. Hindi pa niya sinasabi kay Heeseung, maybe because he wasn’t sure if it was worth mentioning. Or maybe… he was afraid to know what it meant.

He was too focused on his plans. Sobrang nakatutok sa goal niya na hindi man lang niya napansin ‘yung mga epekto ng ginagawa nila. How ironic, right? They had been playing this twisted, calculated game for months—trying to baby trap each other with feigned sweetness and half-truths, pretending like they weren’t secretly sabotaging each other behind closed doors.

Heeseung, on the other hand, woke up with the usual sleepy heaviness in his limbs. Wala si Sunoo sa tabi niya. He blinked, groaned, then sat up while rubbing his eyes. Maybe Sunoo just went out, naisip niya, dahil madalas nga naman itong maagang gumising. He stretched, yawning, and unconsciously smiled at the memory of last night—how Sunoo clung to him, whispered filthy promises into his ear, how they lost themselves in each other’s bodies again and again. God, he looked so good, Heeseung thought, smirking to himself, but that smug grin slowly faded when a sudden realization hit him.

Condom. He wore one.

Shit.

Out of nowhere, a quiet unease crept up on him.

He stood up and opened their drawer— Sunoo’s drawer —where the contraceptive pills were kept. Heeseung reached for the familiar bottle and opened it quietly. The pills inside looked exactly like the ones he had personally arranged to be placed there. Same shade, same shape, same texture. Perfectly convincing.

He ran his thumb across the label, eyes gleaming with a quiet satisfaction. Of course Sunoo hadn’t noticed anything. He made sure of that. After all, he had been replacing the real contraceptives with a set of vitamins for weeks now—ones that looked identical to the ones he first bought with Sunoo at the pharmacy. He’d gone the extra mile, even printed the same label, sealed the cap the same way.

He was about to take the vitamin bottle with him when he heard a soft, suspicious shuffling from the bathroom.

He didn’t think much of it.

Until he opened the door.

And there it was.

Sunoo, standing in front of the sink, hair still a little messy from sleep, wearing one of Heeseung’s oversized shirts, barefoot and biting his lip in concentration—holding a box of condoms in one hand, and a pin in the other. He was making tiny punctures on the rubbers with calculated precision. Every move was so careful, so quiet, as if he’d done it before.

And in that exact same moment, Sunoo turned around—only to freeze in horror at the sight of Heeseung holding his contraceptive bottle in one hand, and a bottle of vitamins in the other.

There was silence.

Fucking heavy silence.

If you had told Heeseung just an hour ago that he would catch Sunoo red-handed, sabotaging his condoms like some smooth criminal with a pretty face, he would’ve laughed in disbelief.

And if you told Sunoo just an hour ago that Heeseung had been feeding him vitamins instead of actual contraceptives for months now, he would’ve stared at you, jaw dropped, not believing a single word.

But now, they stood there—both guilty, both caught, both stunned.

They stared at each other for a long second, both caught red-handed in their schemes, both too stunned to speak.

Then, Heeseung raised a brow, his voice light but with a sharp edge underneath. “Wait lang— are you serious right now? You were actually poking holes in my condoms?”

He looked down at the box in Sunoo’s hand, disbelief flickering across his face. “Sunoo, seriously? A fucking pin? What is this—high school sabotage?”

Sunoo’s jaw clenched, and he shot him a glare.

“Look who’s talking,” he snapped, stepping forward and pointing at the bottles in Heeseung’s hand. “Vitamins, Heeseung? Vitamins? Akala mo ba hindi ko mapapansin? You replaced my contraceptives with over-the-counter vitamins. Sino ngayon ang nananabotahe?”

Heeseung’s smirk faded slowly as silence wrapped around them like fog. His mouth opened, then closed. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Okay… I didn’t think we’d actually… catch each other like this.”

“I didn’t think you’d go behind my back like that,” Sunoo said, more softly this time, his voice barely above a whisper. “Gusto ko lang malaman kung gusto mo rin…”

“You wanted a baby?” Heeseung asked quietly, searching his eyes. “Is that what this is about?”

Sunoo nodded slowly. “Yeah. But… I didn’t know how to say it. And I thought… you didn’t want one.”

Heeseung’s chest ached with guilt.

“Baby… I also want a kid,” he said slowly, as though the words needed care, “Like I said, I just thought you didn’t want it. Remember when you said you weren’t ready? Or… was I imagining it back then?”

Sunoo pouted, lower lip jutting out as he looked away. “I just said that because I felt like you didn’t want to… I didn’t want to force you into something you weren’t ready for.”

Heeseung exhaled heavily, walking closer to him until they were mere inches apart. “If you had just told me, Sun… I would've thrown the condoms myself. You didn’t have to go all spy mode and poke holes like some deranged housewife from a movie,” he joked, though his tone was far from mocking.

“Shut up,” Sunoo mumbled, cheeks red, but he was smiling now too.

Heeseung chuckled, the sound soft and amazed.

He just felt relieved that they were on the same page. But if Sunoo still didn't want kids, he might still go on with his antics, until Sunoo gets pregnant.

“So, we’re doing this, right?” Heeseung whispered, voice low, as his thumb brushed against Sunoo’s cheek.

“Yeah, I guess so…” Sunoo softly replied.

But just before their lips could meet, Sunoo suddenly pulled back and gagged—his whole body jerking forward. Napapikit siya habang mabilis na napaluhod sa tapat ng inidoro, isang kamay nakahawak sa gilid ng bowl at ang isa’y nakaalalay sa tiyan niya. Walang laman ang sikmura niya pero ramdam niya ang paninikip ng dibdib at ang pagkahilo na sumisipa sa kanya.

“Sunoo?” Heeseung's voice cracked slightly as he knelt beside him, a hand hovering over his back, unsure whether to touch him or not. “What’s happening? Did you eat something weird? May sakit ka ba?”

But even as Heeseung asked those questions, a sinking realization was already gnawing at his gut. His hands twitched, his face went pale.

Kaya’t hindi na siya nagpatumpik-tumpik. Tumayo si Heeseung, mabilis na lumabas ng banyo at umalis ng kwarto para kunin ang isa sa mga PT kit na palihim niyang binili—just in case.

He always suspected. And now… now it felt real.

Sunoo stayed curled by the toilet, taking deep breaths through his mouth. His mind raced, utterly clouded. Hindi siya makagalaw sa umpisa, nanlalambot ang mga tuhod niya at parang may iniipit ang dibdib niya. 

Nang bumalik si Heeseung ay dahan-dahan niyang iniabot ang PT sa nakababata, na noon ay bahagya nang nakatayo.

“You should take it,” Heeseung said, gently, kahit halata ang tensyon sa boses niya. “Just so we know.”

Sunoo didn’t say anything. Just took the test with trembling fingers and locked himself inside the bathroom again.

Ten minutes of silence.

And then, click.

The door creaked open.

Sunoo stepped out slowly, his expression unreadable.

Maputla siya, namumula ang mata, hindi siya nagsalita agad, ni hindi rin tumingin kay Heeseung sa una. Sa halip, iniabot niya lang ang PT, hawak gamit ang dalawang daliri, para bang natatakot siyang masyadong dikitan ito.

Heeseung took it.

His breath hitched.

Two lines.

Positive.

Sunoo is pregnant.