Jihoon was trembling. He couldn't stop his knee from wobbling and his hands from shaking as he waited for Seungcheol's arrival. His breath was shaky and cold beads of sweat were rolling down on his forehead.
His heart beat got 10x louder as he heard the the door of their apartment open and reveal a tired looking Seungcheol. At first the older didn't notice Jihoon sitting on the sofa, but as he heard someone clearing their throat, his gaze snapped to where the sound came from.
"You're still up? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Seungcheol tiredly asked as he removed his shoes and walked towards Jihoon's direction.
"Yes, I'm still up. I wanted to..." Jihoon pauses for a bit, thinking whether he should continue this or not but he ends up doing it anyway, "I wanted to talk to you."
Seungcheol sat down next to Jihoon and grabbed his hand. He noticed how sweaty and cold Jihoon's hand was, indicating that the younger was nervous for some reason. "Why are you nervous? It's not like you broke something, right?"
The older chuckled a bit, but it faded away quickly as Jihoon shut his eyes closed and take a deep breath. "Itcouldbeworse."
"Tell me what it is, Jihoon. Don't keep me in suspense." Seungcheol said sternly. He was anxious and tired at the same time, making his mood sour than ever.
Jihoon gripped Seungcheol's hand a bit tighter and took a deep breath. Now or never Jihoon, he thought to himself. "I'mpregnant."
"What? Are you ser—"
"I expected this reaction from you and I wasn't wrong. I know I was careless and you didn't want any kids for now since we aren't married and we're still young but I've decided to still carry this child. I'm gonna disappear from your life but you'll still be his or her father. I'm so sorry, Cheol. I'm—"
"Marryme."
Jihoon's rambling was cut off when he heard those two words roll out of Seungcheol's tongue. He snapped his head up, looking straight to Seungcheol. He saw those beautiful eyes sparkle, just like how it did when he said "yes" to him the moment he asked Jihoon to be his boyfriend.
"Marry me, Jihoon. Whatever you said was nonsense. I want this child, our child. We aren't married–yet. If you say yes, we'll raise our child well and I will love the both of you until the day I die. I'm not leaving you. I love you so fucking much."
Jihoon was on the verge of tears as he hear Seungcheol speak like that to him. It felt as if he just heard the most beautiful melody in his life. His heart was beating hard against his chest, not because of nervousness but because of the happiness he was feeling right now.
"Yes, Cheol. I'm going to marry you. We'll keep this child, our child. What I did was stupid, Ialmostlostyou but that doesn't matter anymore. I love you so much."
Jihoon didn't waste any seconds. He immediately took Seungcheol inside his arms, embracing him breathtakingly. He hugged the older tight as if he'll disappear once he breaks away.
Seungcheol's tiredness faded and was replaced with pure happiness. He couldn't ask for anything more. He surely is contented with what he had right now; His job, his life, his Jihoon, and their unborn child.
Jihoon was feeling the same thing as well. He was as happy as a clam at high tide. Every fear was washed away. He couldn't think of anything else but his future with his soon-to-be husband and child.
