( â she didnât know what to think, what to feel. this was not how she wanted to tell him, in fact - if she had the choice heâd never have to know. she didnât want to burden him with her child, not that minsoo was a burden, but for a widely known and busy musician it mightâve been so. her heart was racing a mile a second and she hoped that it would just give out so she wouldnât have to go on with this grief. she lowered her head, bottom lip trembling as the corners of her eyes began to sting with fresh tears. she sucked in a breath, hiccuping almost immediately. she knew the question was coming but that didnât mean she was prepared for it. she had gotten this far and even if it would ruin everything they had ever shared she couldnât bear to lie to him anymore. she sucked in a quiet breath, head nodding slowly, eyes still glued to the libraries carpet. ) Yes, he is. M-minsoo is your son too. ( â shaking hands rose to cradle her face, although she was sure that was her subconscious acting to muffle her cries. ) Iâm so sorry, Siwan.. I shouldâve told you. Please donât hate me.Â
( -- 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 oneâs 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 wasnât angry nor disappointed though he exactly couldnât 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 donât 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 whoâs sorry...
















