a starter for @redcvrpet --- cont. from here
he’d meant every damn word of it when he told miyeon he’d be a better man--because he had to show her how much she meant to him, because there was no other way he could ever repay her and prove to her how much she had saved his life. and there was freedom in that, freedom in the commitment because everything else was simple. every decision he’d make would be for miyeon, and for them. there was freedom in being sober, a freedom he had gone on for so long without and it was through that that hyunki had been able to find a job as a mechanic. he’d left out the part that there had been rumors of the shop being a front for a notorious gang in the area, left out the part that he was almost 100% sure they were dealing illegal car parts. hell, one of the men had asked him some questions on dislocating certain things they clearly had no business taking a part. but they paid him for his knowledge so he’d turned a blind eye.
life with miyeon was peaceful though, in the weeks of being home he’d surprised her with dates and flowers to make up for all the bullshit he’d put her through, all the lost time they had to make up. each day was met with a new bouquet of flowers, each weekend morning breakfast in bed, and each night in the first week he’d shown her just how much he’d miss her in every and all ways he could. there wasn’t a damn thing she wanted that he wouldn’t give her, and miyeon being who she was never asked. she was selfless and he selfish, always. nothing could have gotten better. but it would.
as she took his hands in her own and led him to the couch where her face and tone changed into something alarming---something he’d never seen on her before, or in a long time. did he do something wrong? wasn’t she happy? was she breaking up with him? clearly he was getting way ahead of himself because when she finally told dropped the bomb on him, hyunki’s mouth equally dropped as he stared at her stunned.
a baby? panic. eyes cast downward at her belly where there was no sign whatsoever of a little human he took part in making before fear-filled gaze looked back up at her. they weren’t ready for a baby---scratch that, he wasn’t ready. he was a shitty human being still figuring out what it was to be a decent boyfriend, and now he was going to be a father? “mi... are you---” he gulped, scratching the back of his head as his eyes fell to her stomach again. “a baby?”