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✭𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘✭

✭JIHOON✭

These past weeks have been nothing short of a whirlwind. My tour, planned months in advance, was halted, but not without reason. Every fiber of my being yearned to be with Wooyoung, the man who's bringing two beautiful lives into this world alongside me. In a bustling city where whispers are louder than shouts, our love story, unique and bold, became a resonating echo. Two men, united in love, awaiting the arrival of their twins. The shock was palpable, but the love and support we received, especially from my fans, was overwhelming.

One morning, as dawn painted the room with a soft light, I woke up to find Wooyoung, visibly tired yet radiating joy. His body was adapting, changing, preparing. The imminent arrival of our little angels felt real now more than ever. Time seemed to fly and stand still simultaneously. As the room filled with the sounds of our excited chatter, we dreamt of serenading them to sleep and basking in endless cuddles.

My heart tightened as I heard the strain in Wooyoung's breathing. The soft rustling of the sheets accompanied his careful steps towards the bathroom. I knew what was coming; the resurgence of his morning sickness had been unrelenting, an unwelcome addition to the already challenging pregnancy.

From the doorway, I caught his soft whisper, laced with exhaustion and vulnerability. "I want them to be here already... I can't take this pain." His voice wavered, breaking on the last word, a raw admission of his struggle.

Seeing Wooyoung like this tore at my heartstrings. I quickly got up, crossing the room to stand by the bathroom door. I could hear the faint sound of water running and his occasional coughs.

"I'm here, Wooyoung," I called out softly, not wanting to intrude but also wanting him to know I was there for him.

After a few moments, he emerged, face pale but eyes defiant, gripping the door frame for support. I reached out, taking his hand in mine. The warmth of our entwined fingers was a sharp contrast to the coolness of the tiles beneath our feet.

He leaned against me, resting his head on my shoulder. "It's just... It's so hard," he whispered, the weight of his worries evident in his voice.

Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him into a comforting embrace. "I know," I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "But remember, every pain, every hardship, it's all leading to that beautiful moment when we get to hold our babies. We're in this together, and we'll get through it, no matter what."

He sighed, nestling closer, drawing strength from our bond. It was a tough journey, but together, we would face every challenge, waiting for the day when our family would be complete.

A moment's pause filled the room as Wooyoung's voice, soft and fragile, pierced the silence. "I just want them here already... to be done with this discomfort. It's so hard," he whispered, fingers trembling slightly as they tightened around mine.

Feeling the weight of his words, I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Wooyoung," I began, voice low and steady, "I know it's tough. But remember, every day that passes is one day closer to having our little ones with us."

Our eyes met, a silent exchange of pain, hope, and an unbreakable bond. In the midst of the struggle, we found strength in each other. The journey was daunting, but the destination promised joy beyond measure.

Assisting him to his feet, I waited patiently as Wooyoung brushed his teeth and splashed cool water on his face, momentarily reviving his spirit. The mirror reflected his wearied eyes, which soon met mine, holding a silent appreciation.