wc: ~5400 (don´t get used)
pairing: husband!hyunjin x f!reader
summary: you are pregnant, but hyunjin is the one who got all the symptoms
the smell of grilled chicken started to spread through the kitchen as i stirred the pan with one hand and cut the rest of the potatoes with the other. i put on a calm playlist in the background just to break the afternoon silence. it was a sunny sunday, the kind that would normally put hyunjin in a good mood, but he was acting strange… again
“hyune, lunch is almost ready!” i called without taking my eyes off the pan
what i heard in response was a dull sound coming from the living room, something between a groan of pain and a muffled “oh my god”
“i can’t even look at chicken today i swear…” he replied in a whiny voice
i walked to the kitchen door and found him lying on the couch, hugging a pillow against his stomach, legs stretched out, eyes closed
“nausea. again. seriously just the smell of the chicken flipped my stomach inside out”
“again?” i leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms
“third time this week. i woke up with a headache, heartburn, nausea, and now this. y/n, something’s wrong with me”
“maybe you should see a doctor. it’s been like this for two weeks now”
hyunjin opened his eyes slowly and looked at me like he had just made a huge discovery
“what if…” he dramatically adjusted himself on the couch “what if i’m pregnant?”
i burst out laughing right away
“sure. you’re pregnant. i’ll go mark it on the calendar”
“mocking my pain doesn’t help you know?” he placed a hand on his stomach with a suffering expression “maybe it’s sympathy pregnancy. it happens to some dads. i read about it”
“hyunjin, you can’t get pregnant”
“but what if my body is so connected to yours that it decided to go through the pregnancy with you? like soulmates… but with cramps and heartburn”
i rolled my eyes with a smile tugging at the corner of my lips but part of me froze
my hands automatically went to the waistband of my sweatpants
that crazy idea made me remember something i shouldn’t have forgotten
“what is it?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me “you look pale all of a sudden”
“nothing… i mean… just trying to remember…”
i went to the fridge and pulled off the calendar stuck with a magnet. i started counting the days
“what are you trying to remember?”
“my period…” i whispered more to myself
“WHAT?” he shot up “you’re late?”
“it’s been over thirty days”
hyunjin went quiet for a second, staring at me like he was witnessing a miracle
“i don’t know. but i’m going to the pharmacy right now”
“want me to go with you? want me to buy it? want me to go alone and you stay here resting just in case you’re already pregnant and need to take it easy?”
“hyune, it’s just a test”
i took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and left, feeling my heart beat differently
maybe it was just a false alarm
20 minutes later, the bathroom felt quieter than usual
we were sitting on the floor, side by side, hyunjin’s hands tangled with mine
the pregnancy test sat on the sink, face down
“if it’s positive…” he began in a soft voice “…i promise i’ll learn to change diapers and never say i’d sell my soul for ice cream at 3 a.m. again”
“what? it’s true! i’ve already grown attached to the imaginary baby”
i sighed and finally turned over the test
we went silent for two seconds
then hyunjin’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth, looking between the test and my face
“two lines. two lines. y/n…”
he started laughing and crying at the same time, completely caught between sobs and giggles
“you’re pregnant… i’m pregnant too! i knew it! i always knew. my body screamed it with every wave of nausea!”
he pulled me into a tight hug, the two of us sitting on the cold bathroom floor, the whole world suddenly too small for that moment
“i love you” he whispered in my ear “and i love this baby. even if it’s the size of a chia seed for now”
“i can’t believe we’re having a baby” i said wiping the tears off my face
he reached out and touched my belly, still flat
“you’re gonna be the perfect mom. and if i keep having symptoms, i swear i won’t complain. i’ll live this pregnancy with you. every single minute”
“ and you’re gonna be the most wonderful dad”
we stayed there a while longer, still a little shocked, but smiling
hyunjin rested his head on my shoulder and let out a dramatic sigh
“now everything makes sense. i felt it. i was pregnant with empathy. literally pregnant with love”
the office was all white, with a light beige armchair and a little table with old magazines. but what really filled the space was the tense silence between the two of us. hyunjin was sitting next to me, one hand holding mine and the other… clutching a little pack of tissues.
“baby, why the tissues?” i asked, unable to hold back a laugh.
“i’m just getting ready. i know i’m going to cry. i saw those videos on tiktok, love, some dads hear the baby’s heartbeat and just lose it. i’m more sensitive than all of them put together"
he squeezed my hand tighter and looked at me with his eyes already glistening.
the doctor entered the room with a gentle smile and a clipboard in hand.
“hello, mr. and mrs. hwang, right?”
“we’ll start with the ultrasound. is that okay?”
i lay down on the table while hyunjin stood next to me, holding onto my wrist like he was afraid i’d run away.
the doctor prepped the ultrasound machine, spread the cold gel on my belly, and slid the transducer over it.
hyunjin was already sniffling before we even saw anything.
“there.” the doctor pointed. “see that little flickering dot?”
“i do…” i replied, barely able to speak.
“that’s the heartbeat. we estimate about seven weeks. everything looks good with the baby.”
hyunjin let out a sound that was half cry, half laugh.
“it’s the most beautiful little bean i’ve ever seen…”
he dropped to his knees beside me, rested his head against the exam table, and sobbed with his face buried in my fingers.
“babe, it has a heart. a tiny little heart beating. like… for real.”
“hyunjin, get up, oh my god”
“i can’t. my knees gave out.”
the doctor had to stifle a laugh, and i stayed there, teary-eyed, holding the hand of the most dramatically loving man in the world.
after the exam ended, he helped me sit up with a gentleness that would make any nurse proud. he wrapped me in my little jacket, grabbed my bag, and led me to the car like i was about to give birth on the sidewalk.
at home, by late afternoon, we were lying on the bed, his head resting against my still-flat belly.
“you know, if you start kicking hard, please be gentle with daddy. he’s sensitive”
“i just want them to hear my voice from now on”
i was running my fingers through his hair, giggling softly.
“are you feeling anything today?”
“today? headache, craving for mango with chili, nausea when i smelled our neighbor’s cologne… and i had a nightmare that the baby was born talking.”
“you seem more pregnant than i do.”
“i know.” he sighed. “but i’m happy. i never thought it was possible to love someone i haven’t even seen. but i do. i’m in love. with you… and our little bean.”
in the middle of the night, i woke up to a soft sound. i found hyunjin sitting on the floor of the bedroom, holding a little box.
“i’m writing a journal for the baby.”
“now? at three in the morning?”
“inspiration hit. i wrote: ‘dear baby, today was the day we heard your heart. the most beautiful sound in the world. your mom is a heroine and i… i’m an emotional potato, but i’ll try to be the best dad in the world. love you. signed: your daddy'”
“it's beautiful husband but come back to bed"
he smiled and climbed into bed, curling up behind me with his hands on my belly.
“good night wife, and good night little one"
i woke up with thin rays of sunlight slipping through the gap in the curtain. it was a warm, gentle light, the kind that feels like it’s hugging you in a calm way. i stretched carefully, feeling the weight of my belly becoming more present with each passing day.
next to me, hyunjin was still asleep. his messy hair had fallen over his eyes, and one of his hands, as always, rested on top of my belly — like he was afraid of losing contact with the baby during the night.
i turned slowly so i wouldn’t wake him, but of course he felt the movement.
“hmm…” he mumbled, voice raspy “already waking up, love?”
“yes” i smiled “someone in here is kicking like they’re in dance rehearsal.”
his eyes opened a little more, and a smile spread across his face even though his voice was still sleepy. he leaned in toward my belly and gently rested his face there.
“you’re growing so well, you know that? and your mom is even more beautiful with you in there.”
“are you asking for breakfast or just flirting with me?”
he gave a silly little smile, but before he could answer, his body stiffened. he sat up quickly, holding his stomach and frowning.
“what is it?” i sat up too, worried.
“i… i think i’m gonna throw up. babe, i feel really sick.”
he ran to the bathroom with one hand over his mouth. i sat there on the bed, listening to him gag and trying to understand how he had more pregnancy symptoms than i did.
a few minutes later, he came back looking pale and teary-eyed.
“false alarm, but the smell of our soap almost made me really throw up” he said, collapsing back onto the bed with a dramatic groan “that lavender one. i’ll never be able to use it again”
“you’re more pregnant than i am”
“and am i being judged for that?” he shot back, closing his eyes.
“no, i just find it funny that even air conditioning makes you nauseous”
“you don’t get it. i’m so connected to you two that i feel it. i really do. seriously. like… my body wants the full experience”
i sighed, laughing, and started running my fingers through his hair.
“let me remind you that i’m still the only person with an actual child growing inside of them, okay?”
he lifted his head slowly.
he laughed, finally seeming better.
“but hey, this afternoon we need to go out and buy the rest of the baby stuff. remember?”
he sat up straighter in bed.
“today? yeah, of course. but only if i don’t faint from the store smell”
“you’re unbearable and perfect at the same time”
“the perfect recipe for an emotional dad”
the mall was busy, but the baby store felt like a quiet bubble of cuteness. everything in pastel colors, soft fabrics, piles of teddy bears… and hyunjin, like an overgrown kid, trying to hide the sparkle in his eyes.
“babe… look at this sock. it has little ears. look at this” he practically whispered, holding up a tiny pair of pink socks.
“too cute. but focus, love, we came to get the stroller and the crib set”
but he had already gotten distracted again, this time in front of a little lion onesie.
“our baby’s gonna look like a stuffed animal in this.”
he sighed, resigned, but still tossed the onesie into the cart.
we headed to the stroller section and he froze in front of an ultra-high-tech model that almost looked like a transformer.
“this one has suspension, a camera, and plays lullabies.”
“is it a stroller or a car?”
“what if our baby is a very picky baby? they’re gonna want comfort.”
“our baby doesn’t even know how to open their eyes yet.”
he laughed, but grabbed the stroller anyway. the problem came when it was time to fit it into the car trunk.
“hyunjin… you didn’t check if this would fit first?”
“did you check if your patience could handle dating a guy with empathy nausea?”
in the end, we came back with the stroller in the back seat, a bag full of tiny clothes, and a hyunjin completely in love with every inch of the experience.
night fell with the cool breeze coming through the living room window. hyunjin was already in a baggy sweatshirt, hair tied in a loose bun, and a nearly childlike excitement in his eyes. the shopping bags were scattered on the floor, and he was crouching carefully — not because he was in pain, but because he said he was “syncing with y/n's difficulty to bend down.” dramatic? absolutely. but my favorite kind of dramatic.
“ready to organize the baby stuff?” he asked, opening the first bag with almost ceremonial care.
“ready. i’m just wondering if you’re gonna cry again today.”
“y/n” he looked at me seriously “today we’re building the crib. if that’s not a reason to cry, i don’t know what is.”
i didn’t even have time to answer. he pulled out one of those little bunny security blankets and let out a sigh so dramatic it was like he had just found a lost childhood relic.
“look at this, love… the baby’s gonna hold this while they sleep. it’s gonna have their little scent.”
“or vomit, if they take after you and get nauseous from literally everything.”
he made a face but couldn’t hold back a laugh.
while he started assembling the crib with pieces scattered around the room, i sat on the pouf with a bottle of water and began sorting the clothes to wash the next day. every now and then he’d let out an “ow!” or a “hyunjin, focus!” to himself, like he was on some kind of life mission.
when he finished, the crib was facing our side of the bed. he stood there in silence for a while, eyes shining.
“we’re gonna sleep here and… right next to us will be our baby. here. with us…”
he stopped talking. literally. just opened his arms like he couldn’t put the feeling into words. and then, he ran to the closet and came back with… a doll.
“let me play, just to see what it’ll be like.”
he carefully laid the doll in the crib and stood beside it, gently rocking the mattress with his hand.
“shhh… daddy’s here…” he whispered, acting it out.
“you know this is creepy, right?”
“it’s practice! look how well he’s sleeping.”
“hyunjin, the doll doesn’t even blink.”
“that means it’s in a deep sleep then.”
i was already crying from laughing.
after a few minutes, he sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, watching the crib with slightly glassy eyes. i reached out my hand to him.
“come here, emotional dad.”
he crawled over and lay down with his head in my lap. i ran my fingers through his hair while i felt the baby move inside me.
he stared at my belly, mesmerized.
“it feels like i have it inside me too, you know?”
“i know. you’re the only man who could have such an intense empathetic pregnancy.”
“do you think it’s possible to have cravings too? because i’m seriously craving those sugar donuts.”
“hyunjin, you ate seven yesterday.”
“the baby wants it too, y/n. the baby used me as a messenger.”
i rolled my eyes, laughing, but i was already heading to the kitchen. the truth was, i couldn’t resist him, especially when he looked at me like that, like i was the most beautiful thing in the world with this belly growing more every week.
that night, we laid together and stayed quiet for a long time, just feeling each other’s presence, and our baby’s. hyunjin with his hand on my belly, eyes closed, and that silly little smile still on his face.
“do you think he’ll have my eyes?” he whispered, already half asleep.
“if he does, he’s gonna melt the world just like his dad did.”
and that’s how we fell asleep. him, me… and our little kicker.
the garden looked like it had come straight out of a dream. baby blue and soft pink balloons covered every corner, in arches above the table, scattered between white chairs, and tied to the ground with ribbons that danced in the wind. hanging from a tree were photos of us since the beginning of the pregnancy, hyunjin kissing my belly, the first ultrasound, me laughing with my hand on my stomach while he pretended to feel sick beside me. it was impossible to look around and not smile.
but hyunjin… he was a walking ball of nerves.
“do you want to sit down? want some water?” i asked for the third time, watching him rub the back of his neck for what felt like the thousandth time in five minutes.
“i don’t even know what i want, babe.” he replied with a nervous laugh. “maybe pass out? can i come back after the reveal?”
“i’m about to find out if i’m going to be the dad of a little girl who’ll shatter my heart with two glances or of a mini-hyunjin who’s gonna drive me crazy climbing on everything. pale is an understatement.”
i slowly stood up from the chair and walked over to him. i placed my hand on his cheek.
“you’re already the dad of anyone’s dreams. whoever this baby is, they’re the luckiest in the world.”
he held my hand against his face and closed his eyes.
“do you think she… or he… can already feel all of this?”
“absolutely. this baby’s going to grow up surrounded by so much love it won’t even fit.”
hyunjin opened his eyes, a glimmer of emotion threatening to spill. then he looked at my belly and bent down slightly, speaking softly as if the world around us had disappeared:
“hey, baby… it’s daddy here. today’s our big day, okay? we’re going to find out who you are. but no matter what… i already love you so much it doesn’t even fit inside me.”
“babe…” i said, feeling my eyes fill too.
he stood up, squeezed my hand, and took a deep breath.
i nodded. people around us were already calling, guests getting their phones ready. in the center, the big black balloon swayed gently in the wind, with a small golden tag that read in cursive: “girl or boy?”
we stood under the balloon. hyunjin looked at me.
“you run slower than i do pregnant. there’s no escape.”
“i love you too, hyunjin.”
we grabbed the stick together. one, two… three.
the balloon burst with a pop, and for a second, time froze. a shower of pink confetti flew into the sky and started falling around us like flower petals.
everything went quiet. and then…
“is… is it a girl?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “pink… it’s pink, right? oh my god, it’s a girl!”
he brought his hands to his head, then let the tears fall, smiling like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“it’s a girl… she’s my little girl…” his voice broke completely. he dropped to his knees in the grass. “i’m… i’m doomed.”
i knelt beside him. held him tightly. we were both laughing and crying at the same time as the guests cheered around us.
“i knew it… i knew it was you.” he whispered to my belly, overwhelmed. “i felt everything, every wave of nausea, every fear, every joy. it was you telling me you were here all along.”
“she already knows she has the silliest dad in the universe.” i said, my hand in his hair.
“silly and totally smitten.” he chuckled, eyes still glistening. then he brought his face close to my belly. “you already have my heart, princess. and i promise i’ll protect you forever.”
in that moment, between confetti, promises, and tears, there was no doubt: our daughter was already loved more than words could ever explain.
“babe, have you seen the pouch with my breast pads?” i asked, rummaging through the dresser with one hand and holding the checklist with the other.
hyunjin appeared at the door, flushed and breathless, holding two toothbrushes, one of my socks, and the makeup case.
“i found this. is this useful? this is useful, right?” he sounded out of breath just from running up and down the room.
“hyun, that’s the eyeliner case. and this is the baby’s sock.”
he stepped closer, eyes wide.
“the baby’s sock?! how did i put the baby’s sock in your pouch?? oh god, i’m going to faint.”
“breathe. you’re not the one giving birth, i am.”
“you think?! because i’m starting to doubt that!” he put a hand on his belly, frowning. “ow… ow. ow. oh my god…”
“it’s like a cramp, babe. it’s coming in waves. it’s coming in waves”
he placed his hands on his hips and started pacing in circles.
“i think the baby’s going to be born through me. my body absorbed the suffering. i’m the new birth canal. take me to the hospital”
“hyun, grab my blue button-up shirt and stop with the theatrics”
he left the room talking to himself, still clutching his belly and moaning like he was about to have his water break. i laughed to myself, organizing the last things in the hospital bag, when i felt… a pop.
“hyunjin…” i called out, frozen in place.
he came running back with the blue shirt, still acting out his contractions.
“my water broke. the baby’s coming”
panic. silence. eyes locked.
hyunjin let out a high-pitched squeal, stumbled, and nearly fell on his butt.
“oh my god it’s real? oh my god it’s today?!”
“yes! and you need to stop pretending you’re in pain and help me up!”
he rushed over, tripping over his own feet, hands on his head.
“okay, okay! bag! keys! car! you! me! ah no, i’m feeling another contraction!”
“sorry! i’m coming! everything’s gonna be okay! don’t go into labor yet, let me find my wallet!”
“i’m the one giving birth!”
“i know, love, but i’m just as pregnant as you are in spirit!!”
amid the chaos, we finally left the house. hyunjin driving like a rocket, whispering prayers, cursing at red lights, and tearing up every time i took a deep breath.
“if she’s born with this sense of timing, she’s definitely gonna be a drama queen like her dad.” i said, between contractions.
“she inherited the talent and comedic timing, yes. but i hope she gets her mom’s common sense. ow, ow… phantom pain again!”
“you’ll give birth through your mouth if you keep saying that.”
we arrived at the hospital with hyunjin practically skidding into the emergency parking spot. he jumped out of the car, shouting at the nurses:
“my wife is in labor! and so am i!”
“he’s not in labor!” i yelled from the car door. “but i am, and he’s about to pass out!”
it was the most beautiful chaos of our lives. the beginning of the greatest love of all.
the room was softly lit. the nurse adjusted the equipment, the doctor spoke in a calm voice, but everything sounded muffled. the loudest sound was hyunjin’s heavy breathing and the rhythmic echo of contractions, each one stronger than the last.
he was squeezing my hand so tightly I couldn’t even tell who was comforting who anymore.
“you’re doing so good, baby. so, so good. i’m right here, okay? i’m not going anywhere. not even if i faint. if i faint, just pick me up, but i’m staying.” he spoke fast, his voice trembling, eyes glassy.
“you’ve said that like ten times already, hyune” I murmured, trying to smile between the pain.
“i have to keep reminding you because… you’re incredible. i don’t even know how you’re doing this. and i wish i could take all this pain and carry it for you…”
“you’ve already felt everything for me so far.” I replied, my gaze soft.
he let out a nervous laugh, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. he was pale, hair stuck to his skin from the anxiety. he turned to the doctor:
“she’s almost there, right? you can see the head? the ears? everything’s coming out already?!”
the doctor answered with a patient smile:
“almost there, dad. we just need a little more strength, mama. you can do this.”
I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. the pain was intense, but love overflowed. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pushed with everything I had left.
“yes! that’s it, baby! oh my god! you’re doing it! she’s coming, you’re bringing her to us!” Hyunjin shouted, voice cracking with emotion, like he was witnessing a miracle.
one more contraction. one more push. and then… the sound.
the first cry. small. fragile. loud.
my eyes opened instantly. and the world stopped.
“did she… is she here?” I asked, breathless.
the doctor held that tiny little being, wrapped in a white and pink cloth, eyes shut and mouth slightly open.
“she’s a beautiful little girl.” she said with a smile. “congratulations, mama. congratulations, papa.”
tears streamed freely down his face. He fell to his knees beside the bed, resting his head on my legs as he sobbed.
“she’s here… she’s really here… she’s real…” he repeated, broken. “you did this. you brought her to us.”
the nurse called him, and he stood up on shaky legs, clumsily wiping his face, and took the first steps toward our daughter.
“hi…” he whispered, approaching gently. “i’m your dad. you have no idea how long we’ve waited for you.”
he held the little bundle in his arms like she was made of porcelain and brought her back to me.
“look at her, baby… she’s perfect. she has your lips.”
“and your nose.” I smiled, crying too.
hyunjin sat beside me, arms wrapped around both of us, the three of us fitting together like a single heartbeat.
“we did it.” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “she’s here.”
we stayed like that, in silence, while the world outside kept spinning. Inside that room, there was only peace. only love.
the apartment door closed with a soft click. hyunjin pushed it shut with his foot as he helped me inside. the baby was sleeping curled up in my arms, wrapped in a white blanket with tiny pink bows.
the silence in the air felt strange. After months of waiting, running, pain, tears, and dreams… now she was here. Home.
“i think she likes it here.” I whispered, feeling my heart on the verge of bursting.
hyunjin kicked off his shoes in the hallway like any sound might wake her. Then he ran to the couch and threw all the pillows around.
“wait, wait, sit here, babe. rest your arm on this side. yeah, slowly…” he instructed every move like I was made of glass. “want water? fruit? a pillow for your back? your feet? a massage? the moon? i’ll bring it.”
“i want you to sit down next to me and stop spinning around the house like a top.”
he froze, laughed nervously, and collapsed onto the couch beside me.
“sorry. i’m kinda freaking out. it’s just… damn, she’s here. like… really here.”
I looked at our daughter. she was sleeping with her lips slightly parted and her tiny hands balled up like she was dreaming of her own birth.
“do you think she’ll hate the crib?” I asked, stroking the edge of the blanket.
“if she does, she sleeps with us. we’ll manage.” he replied, resting his head against mine. “or i’ll stay up all night with her in my arms. no big deal.”
“of course it is. you’ll fall asleep standing up.”
“not true. i’m a dad now, i’ve reached monk-level self-control.”
“hyunjin, you cried yesterday because she sneezed.”
“and it was the cutest sneeze in the entire world. don’t even deny it.”
i let out a muffled laugh, but quickly went quiet when the baby stirred. Hyunjin held his breath. she let out a tiny sigh… and fell back asleep.
he melted into the couch, relieved.
“okay. we survived her first sigh.”
we sat there for a while, admiring that tiny little face like it was the eighth wonder of the world. after a moment, he whispered:
“can I hold her for a bit?”
I nodded. He gently took her into his arms like he was holding a falling star.
“hi, my love…” he whispered. “it’s your dad. we made it. this is your home now.”
“you’re gonna spoil her.”
"with love? absolutely.” he said with a goofy smile, kissing her forehead.
suddenly, she opened her mouth and made a soft sound… and then the dreaded little cry began.
“she’s hungry? diaper? cold? hot? help me!”
I carefully took the baby back and opened her onesie.
“it’s okay. just a dirty diaper. want to change her?”
he jumped to his feet, excited:
“yes! of course I do! I practiced with the training doll! I’m a total profe—”
“she pooped all the way up to her neck.”
“okay. copy that. plan b: i’ll grab the wipes and offer emotional support.”
while he fumbled with wipes, a burp cloth, the portable changing mat and a roll of paper towels, I couldn’t stop smiling. even with the dark circles under my eyes and exhaustion dragging me down… my whole world was right there, in two sets of eyes: my daughter’s, and my husband, who was now looking at me with the purest expression of love… and poop on his finger.
“are you laughing at me?” he asked, horrified.
“hyun, the diaper’s on backwards.”
later that night, once she finally fell asleep in the crib for the very first time, we collapsed into bed, hand in hand.
“i’m scared I won’t be able to handle this.” he confessed quietly, staring at the ceiling.
“you already are. every diaper disaster, every kiss on the forehead, every dumb joke that made me laugh these past nine months… you’re the best dad she could ever have.”
he turned his face to look at me, eyes full again.
“and you’re the best mom in the universe. thank you for giving me both of you.”
we kissed slowly, feeling our hearts beat in sync.
and there, on the first night of our new life, we realized:
but we had never been this happy