Giorgio's Unexpected Chance | BxM

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Zion's P.O.V.

In the opulence of my private bathroom, adorned with marble countertops and gold accents, I found myself entranced by the small digital screen on the sleek, white plastic test stick in my hand. The words flashing on the screen were as bold and unyielding as the other ten test sticks that littered the plush, Persian rug beneath me. I was caught in a trance, my gaze locked onto the words that seemed to echo in the silence of the room.

POSITIVE. O-GENE DETECTED

"This can't be right," I muttered, my voice echoing off the high ceilings. I tossed the test stick onto the pile on the floor, reaching for a new one encased in its pristine box, "Just one neutral result, that's all I need."

With a sense of dread, I applied the last of the urine sample onto the testing stick, my heart pounding as I awaited the results.

"Please, don't be positive," I chanted under my breath, my plea rising towards the ornate chandelier above, hoping it would somehow reach the heavens and not be lost in the ether, "Don't be another O-Gene."

But just like the others, it read O-Gene detected.

Again.

A deep sigh escaped my lips, the sound heavy with frustration. I tried to process reality, but denial was a powerful force. There had to be a malfunction with these test sticks. This couldn't be happening to me.

"I can't be a carrier," I murmured, my gaze sweeping over the used test sticks and boxes that littered the bathroom floor, a stark reminder of the truth I was grappling with, "This can't be happening to me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Zi, are you okay?"

It was Nari, my best friend. Her voice was laced with concern as she jiggled the handle, as if the door would unlock itself willingly.

"You've been in there since you got out of the hospital with those gene results. I don't think you're going to get anything new from those tests, you already know your results," she said, her words piercing through the silence, a harsh reminder of the reality I was trying to escape.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, my voice heavy with defeat. I began to gather the test sticks and boxes off the floor, "I'll be out in a few minutes."

"You said that thirty minutes ago," she retorted, her voice muffled by the door. Somehow, she managed to unlock the door and walked in, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Why are you torturing yourself?" she asked, her eyes filled with empathy as she helped me pick up the boxes.

"You don't understand," I replied, my voice sounding void of emotions. I could feel the warmth of my tears trickling down my cheeks, "It will be like walking around with a bull's-eye sign on me, I will be a target. I don't want to have the Omega Gene."

The thought of having the omega gene had turned my world upside down in a matter of hours. If only I hadn't fallen ill and ended up in the hospital, I could be enjoying my life. I would never have known I was a carrier if I hadn't been hospitalized.

"I told you how guys are treated in some parts of the world," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew what it meant and what my life could become if word of this got out, "They are arranged and married off to men from families of power, wealth, and status. They are sometimes treated as if they are females."

"Well, guys with the Omega Gene are the next stage in human evolution," she countered, making her way next to me on the floor. She rested her head on my shoulder, her voice soft yet firm, "Children of carriers have a higher brain development rate than those born from females. Scientists think if carriers continue to give birth and not shy away from it, humans may reach another step in human evolution. Who knows, we might have powers in the future."

"Will you stop saying carriers, say," I groaned in frustration, feeling slightly sick knowing the sexual process, the thought of carrying a baby sent a chill down my spine, "Also, I am not giving birth to any child."

"Why not?" she asked, lifting her head to look me in the eyes, "It's a good tribute to the world."

"No, recycling is a good tribute to the world," I retorted, my tone laced with sarcasm.

Nari Park, my oldest and dearest friend. We met in our first year in middle school when we discovered our shared love for K-pop. This girl, with her long, light brown hair and heart of gold, always tried to see the good in the darkest of times. But this time, she was shooting in the dark.

"Well, just think about it," her face lit up as she spoke, her arms wrapping around me in a comforting hug, "If we both get pregnant around the same time, our kids can grow up together. OMG!!! They will be the best of friends like us!"

"Well, I am all down for you having kids but," I slowly removed her arms from around me, "I am not getting pregnant by anyone. Why would I want to carry a baby a month longer than you, and pregnancy symptoms are two to three times worse for carriers," I pointed out, recalling the facts I had learned while I was in the hospital about carriers.

"You just haven't found the right man yet," she continued, showing no signs of letting the subject go, "Once you find the right guy, you'll be pregnant in no time. After all, carriers are thirty-seven percent more fertile than females."

"Ugh," I rolled my eyes as I stood up, "I didn't need to know that," I told her as I walked out of the bathroom.

I knew she was following me by the sound of her flip-flops. She wasn't going to let this subject go into the wind.

"You need to know about these things so that you can take care of yourself," she protested, standing her ground on the subject.

"I'm not dating anyone nor will I," I told her as I flopped onto the bed, "Besides, I am more worried about this getting out to the public."

"Don't worry," she flopped onto the bed next to me, "No one is going to find out about you being a carrier."

"Hey, Ri?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you so interested in carriers," I asked her, curious to know why she was interested in guys who are carriers, "Why do you support carriers so much?"

"Well, it's like the new normal in a way and I think it's cool that some men can now understand what us females have been going through for thousands of years. In some ways, carriers took some of the weight off the shoulders of women when it comes to pregnancies. And if you find the right guy and decide to get pregnant, I will be there every step of the way."

"Aw, that is so sweet. But, I am still not interested in getting pregnant by anyone," I told her with now way of letting it up.

"You, meanie!"

"Good that you notice," I laughed.

Most of the evening was Nari trying to cheer me up, in some way she did. We went into town to get some food, mainly junk food, and watching TV dramas into the night.

Author's Note:

well, chapter 1 is done. on to chapter 2 is coming soon!

Anyway,

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