( – at that moment, everything seemed to fall deaf to his ears. He had a son. at nineteen, he had a son whom he had never met with his childhood friend, his best friend, and his first love all rolled into one person: subin. if siwan was to be honest with himself, he had always imagined spending his life with subin; he imagined them growing up and attending college together, graduating with their diplomas in hand, getting married some time in their mid-late twenties after securing stable jobs, and settling down with their children in a nice town house just outside of seoul. he always thought they would be together always and them being young and in love as 1st years was only the start of it. But then she suddenly disappeared without a word, only to return almost two years later with news too big to be kept to one’s self - the news that she had gotten pregnant and had their son in secret, out of reach and out of sight from siwan. despite minsoo being kept a secret away from him, however, siwan was unable to act out. he wasn’t angry nor disappointed though he exactly couldn’t say that he was ecstatic either seeing as he was still trying to process this all. instead, he felt guilty; guilty for not being their for subin when she needed him most, guilty for not being their for minsoo. if anything, siwan was angry with him. ) …I don’t hate you. ( – he suddenly spoke in a shaky voice, finally breaking through his stunned silence. silently, he reached over and pulled her into his chest, hugging her to help her muffle her strained sobs. ) I can never hate you, Subin… I thought I told that already. ( – he whispered to her, his body trembling slightly as he too tried to keep himself together. ) I should be the one who’s sorry…
( -- she wasn’t sure what to make of things. subin had just dropped a bomb on siwan, information that she had been withholding for the last two years. information that he deserved to know. if he hated her and never wanted to speak to her again she wouldn’t blame him. subin hated herself too. she couldn’t even imagine the inner turmoil that he was facing. it took her a while to grasp the idea of being a mother and she was the pregnant one. she knew that he was having trouble embracing the idea that he was a father after only just hearing about it. when he pulled her into his chest she didn’t resist, shaking hands fisting at the material of his clothes. ) I’m so so sorry, Siwan. ( -- she wouldn’t stop apologizing until the day she died it seemed. ) I wanted to tell you, I really did but it wasn’t up to me. There was so much going on I - ( -- she paused to take a deep breath. ) I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to burden you. ( -- she bit down on her lip, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve as she looked up at him. ) Can we go outside? I feel like everyone’s staring at me...












