"Do you think that if I sing to him he'll hear me?" Your boyfriend asks, currently rubbing your swollen belly.
"I don't know." You shrug, "You can try."
Hyunsuk nods then moves down to your belly and starts singing in the softest tune you've ever heard. He runs your stomach gently as he sings and you can't help but smile so widely when he places soft kisses on you.
You watch him, thinking of how he gave up singing to be a dad at a young age, how he dedicates his time to you and his almost born son, caring and loving you in every way possible.
He finishes the song places one more kiss on your stomach.
"You're going to be an amazing dad." You say, combing your finger through his hair.
"Hopefully." He chuckles softly and kisses your cheek.
Hyunsuk snakes an arm around you, and holds you close to him.
"I love you." He says and kisses your head.
"I love you too." You smile.
He threads his fingers with yours and he feels the wedding band he gave you early that day.
"Are you sure you wanna marry me?" You ask, looking down at your hands.
"Of course I do." He answers quickly, "Theres no one I'd rather be with, I love you and only you, love of my life, mother of my child."
"I like the sound of that." You say.
"What? I love you and only you?" He asks.
He runs to the closet grabbing two of his sweaters for you and him. He goes to you.
You shake your head.
"Love of my life?" He tilts his head.
"That and Mother of your child." You say.
Hyunsuk breaks into a wide smile, placinga hand on your tummy, "Well you are the beautiful and wonderful mother of my child~"
"I know." You say and giggle.
Hyunsuk keeps his smile and leans in to give you a kiss.
"Any day now, our son is going to be born." He says.
"I can't wait f-" You get cut off feeling a sharp pain through you.
You wince and Hyunsuk immediately sits up, looking at you.
"What's wrong baby?" He asks.
You hold your stomach. He helps you sti up and you feel the pain again.
"Ah!" You cry, dropping your head.
"Is the baby coming, Y/n?" He asks, his voice so calm and soothing.
But deep down he's worried as hell.
You nod your head quickly, unable to speak with all the pain. He gets off the bed grabbing the keys, grabbing the baby bag in the crib.
"M-my jacket." You wince.
"Arms up, baby." He says.
You do your best and he puts the sweater on you. You cry out again and he forgets about his own sweater. He lifts you up and quickly leaves the place.
Later on that night, you give birth to a healthy baby boy and Hyunsuk couldn't hold his tears back as he held your son for the first time.
Labeled relationships weren’t necessary when it came to you and Byounggon, it just felt meaningless to put a label on anything that the two of you had considering everything was running so smoothly. Usually things fell apart when labels were slapped onto them, at least that’s what he had told you, and based on your past relationships, you weren’t going to deny him, and he most likely would have argued against it if you had attempted to tell him he was wrong.
He had been your friend for years, since the beginning of middle school, you both had just clicked, and the rest was history. You had been there for him through everything, cheering him on as he started on the journey to becoming an idol. That career choice had made him busy, but he always did his best to find time to be there for you as well. You both were there for each other through all of the high points in your lives, but being friends for so long meant that you had been there for each other through all of the low points as well.
Through all of your failed relationships, he had been the one to come over at the drop of a dime, cuddling up next to you on your couch, putting on any movie that you wanted, even if it was a horror movie, doing his best just to take your mind off of the fact that your heart had been broken once again by one of the countless assholes you had decided to date. He’d bring food and board games, he’d stay up late playing video games with you, doing anything he could to bring a smile to your face, even if it meant being exhausted when he went to work the next day.
Neither of you were sure when it had dawned on the both of you that the two of you were better for each other than anyone else would have been. It was kind of like a lightbulb going off over your heads, seeing each other in a new light when he had come over to your apartment one evening. He walked in the door, and you just looked at him, and it was like the entire world changed, he was the only one you could see, as cheesy as that sounds. You weren’t sure where the courage had come from, but he had walked over to you while you were in the kitchen, standing beside you to watch what you were doing, and you had decided that right then and there was when you’d kiss him.
For a moment, he was frozen, his eyes wide as he looked down at you, and you could have sworn that your small moment of bravery had ruined years of friendship, but just as you were beginning to regret your actions, he mumbled a quiet “Finally” before grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, his lips crashing against yours and his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. That’s how it had started, and everything had been perfect since, not a flaw, no arguments. You both were happy with each other and you had been for a couple months now.
The sun was slowly setting behind the skyline of Seoul, Byounggon would be at your apartment soon, having texted you earlier to tell you that he was going to spend the night at your place. It had become more of a weekend thing, he’d spend the night on Fridays and Saturdays, and then head back to the dorms on Sunday night so he was closer to his work on Monday morning. You were waiting for him to come in, flipping through the channels on your TV, trying to keep your mind busy.
As the front door opened, the strange feeling in your stomach hit you, the sudden urge to throw up overcoming you. Without a hello, you pushed yourself up off the couch and ran to your bathroom, throwing the door shut causing it to slam in the process as you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet. “Do I really cause that reaction in you when I enter a room?” His voice sounded from the other side of the door, trying his best to lighten the worried tone in his voice with his joke, but in actuality he was slightly panicking, wondering what could be wrong.
The feeling subsided just as quickly as it had come on, and while your throat was burning slightly and your stomach felt strange from the retching, the nausea had all but disappeared. You awkwardly opened the door, his arms immediately wrapping around you as you slumped against his. “Sorry… I don’t know why that happened.” You mumbled, the sudden puking taking all of the energy out of you and now you just felt exhausted.
Leading you back to the couch, he carefully sat you down, making sure you were comfortable before running to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water, but you could see that he was checking back to look at you every second, his eyebrows furrowing with worry as your body slouched over, your head falling against the throw pillows that decorated your couch. “Did you eat something bad?” He asked as he walked back into the living room, crouching down beside the couch and carefully lifting you up just enough so you could take a sip of the water. You quickly shook your head in disagreement, swallowing down the water as the back of his hand pressed against your forehead, his eyes narrowing with confusion. “You don’t have a fever either… Did I stink when I came in?”
His bottom lip pushed out into a pout and you giggled tiredly, swiping your finger along his boot lip as you let your head fall back against the pillows. “Don’t be silly. Sometimes it happens before I get my period…” You explained, hoping that he’d understand, that you’d be able to move on to a different subject, any topic at all, but he dropped down so his butt was against the floor now, his legs stretching straight in front of him as his head tilted to the side, a look of deep thought crossing his features.
“When are you supposed to get that? I can get all the stuff you need beforehand.” You gnawed your bottom lip, trying to think hard about what your calendar looked like, trying to remember the last time you got your period, your eyes squeezed shut tightly as you attempted to envision the calendar on the inside of your eyelids. “Hold up, I think I have it on my calendar…” He mumbled, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket. He stared at the screen for a while, his finger swiping up and down repeatedly, his head tilting further and further as if the different angle he was viewing his phone at would make whatever he was thinking make sense. “Don’t you usually get it like… Every four weeks?”
You shrugged lightly, rolling onto your side to look at his phone screen to see what he was looking at. “Sometimes it can be late. The weather and stress… ya know?” He let out this sigh that sounded a lot like disbelief that what you were saying was the reason for being late. “I can’t be that late. I just had my period like… yesterday.” It was exaggeration clearly, but it didn’t seem like that long ago that you had been curled up on the couch, covered in a thick blanket with a heating pad pressed against your stomach to try to ease the cramps that you were having.
“Your sense of time is crazy…” You murmured, shaking his head as a nervous chuckle escaped him. “You’re like two weeks late, Y/N…” He turned his phone screen so you could see it better, and you quickly grabbed it out of his hand, scoffing quietly as you checked his calendar. It seemed impossible that it had been that long, but as you looked at the dates on his phone, you could see that he hadn’t been wrong. Now that you saw the days, you realized just how off your sense of time was. “So… what would that mean? What would cause that?” He asked quietly, and your face scrunched up, your teeth clenched together as a hushed hiss was pushed out between them.
“Well… A lot of things could cause that… But… One thing in particular would be the main cause…” You explained, although you were sure he understood just as well what would cause something like this, he was just in a state of denial, just as you were. “There’s really only one way to find out…”
The both of you sat on the floor of your bathroom, the white stick right in front of you as you both waited for the results to show up. His hand was in yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles, but neither of you looked away from the test, both of your hearts racing at thought of what the results would be.
Slowly but surely the second pink line began to form, your eyes going wide as you watched it, and he was either in a state of shock, or he just didn’t fully understand what was going on, although you were banking on it being the latter scenario. “How would that happen?” He whispered, his words breaking the silence that had been hanging over the room for what felt like forever.
Swallowing thickly, you carefully reached out to grab the stick off the floor, and even though the situation was beyond stressful for you, the only thing you could think to do was make a half-assed, sarcastic joke. “Well when two people love each other very much-” His hand quickly moved up to cover your mouth, rolling his eyes as he used his freehand to grab the test out of your hand, holding it up to the light as if the different angle and lighting would change the result.
“I know how it happens… I just…” His tongue worried the inside of his cheek before clicking it against the roof of his mouth, reaching over to place the test on the edge of the sink counter. “I mean… we do that a lot, don’t we?” You felt your body heat up at the obvious statement he had made and you sheepishly nodded in agreement, pulling your knees up to your chest and resting your forehead against them. “I guess it’s possible…” He was talking as if it hadn’t been confirmed yet, as if he hadn’t just seen the positive test result. You would have laughed if you weren’t so nervous right now.
Sighing softly, you pushed yourself up off the floor, much to his surprise. He continued sitting on the floor, staring up at you with wide eyes. “I don’t know what I’m going to tell my family…” You mumbled, the nerves eating away at you as you pulled open the bathroom door and walked out, Byounggon scurrying to his feet to follow you out to the living room where you fell back onto the couch. “And you literally just debuted and I don’t want to ruin things for you. What are the others going to think when they find out? Oh my god… We’re not even together. I mean, if you have to leave, I completely unders-”
He gasped loudly, cutting you off before you had finished the word, his mouth wide with shock, and he truly looked upset that you even thought that he’d do something like that. His hands quickly found yours as he looked at you, his head tilted to the side. “I’m not going to leave… It takes two to get that kind of result.” He chuckled sheepishly, shaking his head quickly as his eyes dropped down to his lap. “And whatever you decide to do, I’m behind you one hundred percent. But I’m letting you know that… Even if we don’t have a label on this… We’re together.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he looked around your apartment, as if he were trying not to make eye contact. “And if we have to tell our parents… We can just skip the whole boyfriend girlfriend label, and we can get the marriage certificate and-”
Your head fell back with laughter, and it was the first time since you saw the test result that you felt that you could actually laugh and it was all thanks to him. “Oh yeah? You’re funny. You think they won’t find that just the slightest bit suspicious?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously, one of your eyebrows raised, but his reaction only had you snorting and trying to hold back your laughter as he shrugged, his lips pulled together in a thin line.
“It’s definitely suspicious, but they can’t really complain because we’d be married.” He held out his hands, motioning as if he had a point in what he had said. You rolled your eyes before closing them, groaning in disbelief and letting your head fall back against the back cushion of the couch, running your hands over your face. “I wouldn’t mind marrying you though, I think it would be pretty cool. Everyone wants to marry their bestfriend, don’t they?” You peaked through your finger to see that he was deep in thought now, a soft smile spreading across his face as he imagined what it would be like.
“You’re a dork…” You muttered, playfully pushing his shoulder, but he dramatically bounced back, falling against you and wrapping his arms around your waist as you jokingly tried to push him off, but you immediately froze when you felt his hand lightly brush across your stomach, and while you weren’t sure if it was intentional or not, the small action had you getting slightly choked up.
His head lifted enough to look at you, worry flashing across his face at the sound of your quiet sniffle. “Hey, it’s okay… I’m still going to be here no matter what. I love you, and that’s not going to change.” Pushing himself up more, he pressed his lips against your cheek, kissing away the stray tear that fell. “I was getting ahead of myself, I’m sorry if that upset you… You don’t have to… It’s okay… I was just-” Now it was your turn to shush him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pulling him closer, kissing him deeply, clearly throwing him off guard the way his body stiffened momentarily, only to completely relax against yours, his hand sliding up your arm and over your shoulder until his fingers loosely wrapped around the back of your neck, lengthening and deepening the kiss. “This is why we’re in this situation, isn’t it?” He murmured against your lips, and you could only hum in response, giving him a small smile when you pulled back.
“I guess it was bound to happen at some point with the way we are, wasn’t it…?” You joked, and he simply nodded, a smug smirk stretching across his lips as he laid his head down on your chest, your fingers stroking through his hair as he cuddled up against you. “We’ll figure it out… We’ll be fine.” You reassured both yourself and him, finally letting yourself relax, releasing all of the stress that you were holding in with a long exhale, your eyes closing as images of your life, your future with him filled your mind. Things would be fine, you knew they would be as long as you were with him.
