The Claimed Omega

'When was the last time you had sex?' Wonho feels his heart jump from the sudden question. He doesn't know whether to answer it or not because, this has nothing to do with his nausea. All the questions he answered so far had been about his diet and his symptoms. How the hell is his sex life related to this? Is this some kind of sexual harassment?

'What?' He asks only to be greeted by the doctor staring back at him, expecting an answer, her face that of a professional. But that can be her trick, because no doctors who checked on him for gastritis ever asked him that question before. 'Why do you need to know?'

'Owh, Wonho-sshi,' she smiles as if she just realized something important which Wonho doesn't find comforting at all, 'It's a routine question we ask all omegas. You left the boxes unchecked, but you're mated.'

'Owh. Uhh,' He closes his eyes, trying to remember. He never take note on how often they have sex or when, they just do it when they feel like it. Obviously his heat was a while ago, and they did it a few times even outside his heat… 'A few days ago? Maybe last week?'

'And when was your last heat?' Wonho sighs, not enjoying the personal question. He doesn't know being an omega means he needs to reveal every aspect of his intimate relationship with the doctor. This sucks. Opening his phone to look for his tracker, he answers, 'Two months ago.'

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Wonho taps his legs, looking at the people, mostly pregnant women, sitting around him. Having directed to the gynecology department for a 'routine check' is frightening enough as he doesn't have a good memory of the place, not having any male omegas around waiting makes him all the more nervous than he probably should. Looking at his number written on the piece of paper, and the ones displayed on the screen, Wonho decides he has enough time to walk around and calm his mind.

Finally finding a seat at the corner of the café, the omega male puts down his coffee and sits down, facing the wall so he can feel like he is the only one there. He takes out his earphones and plays some relaxing songs to calm his nerves, desperately trying to find some more reason other than the impossible pregnancy to explain why he has to see another doctor.

It is impossible. Because, they always used protection. He takes his contraceptive pills daily. Minwoo always use condoms.

Then, why?

Wait, maybe it isn't because of that. Maybe there is something inside his womb? A tumor? Shit, a tumor?? No, maybe it is not that serious, or Dr. Sungmin would have him go to the oncology department instead. Maybe… he got some infection instead? Yeah, that could be it, there are many ways he could get infection like…

The only way he can think of is a cut in his rectum and the only way he would get a cut is from Minwoo being a little rough during sex, which is, almost always but he never feels pain afterwards so… maybe not?

Then why the hell was he asked to go to the gynecologist?????

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'It's cold.' Wonho closes his eyes once the probe hits his belly, sighing to slow his nervous heartbeat. He really hopes the doctor won't find anything bad inside because, he won't want to spend his last year in Korea in the hospital, or having to take a lot of medicine for whatever disease they may find.

Owh god, why is the doctor so silent? It had been a while, she had been touching him with the probe on a few places already. What is wrong with him?

'Wonho-sshi,' she calls, causing the said man to flinch and close his eyes even tighter, 'Look at the screen.'

Wonho opens one eye, and another when he realizes he cannot make anything out of the black and grey display. There is something like a huge hole in the middle and, what the hell is that? A tumor?

Owh hell no. That's a-

'Congratulations. That's a baby!'

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Finally done with the four-hour long surgery, Minwoo stretches his body a bit before changing into his coat. Patting his right pocket to find his phone, he takes out the device and checks for any message from his mate regarding his diagnosis. There is none so he can only conclude that there is nothing serious, although, he still feels a bit saddened by the fact that Wonho didn't tell him anything about it. Even something simple like 'I'm done,' would have sufficed.

Cracking his neck to get rid of the stiffness, Minwoo decides to give his omega a call, just to hear his low voice. It went straight to voicemail. Maybe he is taking a nap? It is still three in the evening, but Wonho sometimes has to deal with his headquarters in France causing him to work until early in the morning so there is really no way to tell.

Well then, since he has some time to spare before his next surgery, and he is really hungry, he should really be heading towards the cafeteria and eat.

Bzzz. Minwoo quickly brings the phone to his face, smiling bitterly at the name of the sender, disappointed that it is not from his man.

Where u? - Taeyangie

Replying quickly, Minwoo makes his way through the hallway, greeting the nurses and patients on the way.

Wait, why are they looking at him strange? They are smiling at him as usual, but there is something more to that just now. It is as if they are excited to tell him something, but hold their tongues. Even the patients who usually look solemn seem to smile from ear-to-ear just now…

Brushing it off as a mere imagination due to exhaustion, he proceeds to buy himself some well-deserved meal to feed himself. Not long after, a familiar voice calls for him in an overly excited manner. 'Hello Minwoo-appa!'