'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.'
