In a world where they've defied expectations at every turn, Wooyoung and San are about to face their biggest adventure yet: parenthood. After a whirlwind romance that challenged societal norms and saw them both fighting for their dreams, they finall...
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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌
Morning crept into the room quietly, the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a muted glow over the space where I lay alone. The bed felt cold without San, his side empty. He had slipped out early, leaving for the police station before dawn, as he often did. The warmth of his body lingered faintly in the sheets, a reminder of his presence even when he was gone.
I stretched out, trying to shake the grogginess that clung to me, letting my hand rest instinctively on my bump. Little Jisoo had been quieter than usual, perhaps finally settling down after his marathon of movement the night before. I smiled softly, savoring the stillness. But that peace was short-lived, shattered by the sudden shrill ring of my phone.
Frowning, I reached for it, feeling a slight chill of unease as I picked it up. My heart dropped when I saw the name flashing on the screen: Seonjun. It had been months since I'd heard from him, and the anxiety he always brought came rushing back like a tidal wave.
I hesitated, the phone vibrating in my hand as dread settled in my chest. After a long pause, I answered, my voice cautious, guarded. "Hello?"
"Wooyoung, it's been a while," came Seonjun's smooth voice, carrying that same unsettling calm that always set me on edge. There was a slow, deliberate malice in his tone, as if he was playing a game only he knew the rules to. "I see life's been moving on nicely for you."
My heart thudded in my chest, the old anxieties he'd stirred up before resurfacing all at once. "What do you want, Seonjun?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, but the tension was undeniable.
"Oh, I don't want much," he replied, almost lazily. "Just thought I'd check in. After all, you've been busy, haven't you? Preparing for the little one... it must be exciting times. Or are they?"
His words carried an underlying edge, one that made my skin crawl. He was digging, trying to provoke a reaction, and I hated how easily he could still unsettle me. "If you have nothing important to say, there's no reason for this conversation," I said, forcing myself to remain calm, my hand gripping the phone tighter.
Seonjun laughed, the sound low and cruel. "You always were so quick to shut me down, Wooyoung. So direct. But I wonder... have you told San everything? About your parents, the secrets that still linger, what really happened back then?"
I felt my breath catch in my throat, his words striking a nerve. San knew the important things—everything that mattered between us had always been laid bare. But Seonjun had a way of twisting the truth, of making shadows out of things that didn't exist.
"San knows everything that matters," I said firmly, my voice a little shakier than I wanted. "There's nothing you can say that will change anything between us."
