Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires ? Seungcheol

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The waiting room was quiet. Too quiet. Every sound felt like it echoed—the soft shuffle of papers, the hum of the overhead lights, the occasional voice from behind the reception desk.

Seungcheol never let go of my hand.

He sat close, his thumb moving in circles against my palm. I was too anxious to speak, but that small motion kept me breathing.

When they called my name, he stood up with me without a second thought.

Inside the room, he did all the talking. Asked the questions I couldn't bring myself to say aloud. His voice calm. Steady. Protective.

"How accurate are the home tests?"

"What are our options from here?"

"What should we expect next?"

He was my anchor. The whole time. Even when the doctor quietly confirmed that yes—I was pregnant.

And somehow... hearing it said out loud felt different than just seeing the test.

I didn't cry. Not there. I just nodded, numb, and squeezed Seungcheol's hand tighter.

The ride home was silent at first. Until we pulled into the underground parking and just sat in the car for a while. No music. No words.

Finally, I turned to him.

"We're still so young," I whispered. "We're in college, Seungcheol. Living off our parents' money. Still figuring out what we want to do with our lives."

He looked at me, and his eyes were soft. "I know."

"We can't raise a human being when we're not even adults yet." My voice cracked.

He reached for me, brushing a thumb over my cheek. "You're not wrong. And you don't have to convince me. I see it too."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"I hate that it even happened. That we were careless," I said. "But I also hate that it hurts to think about ending something that technically... is already a part of us."

He nodded slowly. "That's because you're human. And you have a heart. It's okay to feel conflicted."

"I'm scared," I admitted.

"So am I," he said quietly. "But I'd be more scared if I didn't have you. Whatever we do next... I'll be right next to you. I promise."

We didn't rush the conversation. We sat there for a long time, just holding each other. Letting the weight of reality sink in. There was no pressure. No guilt-tripping. Just two people trying to figure it out.

"I think," I whispered, "I know what I need to do. I just need time."

He nodded again, squeezing my hand just a little. "Take all the time you need, love. I'll be here."

And for the first time that day, I felt like maybe... just maybe... everything might be okay.

Seungcheol

I hesitated before I said it. We'd just spent the last few hours walking through the hardest conversations we'd ever had. But I thought—maybe we needed to tell someone. Maybe we shouldn't carry this alone.

So I said gently, "Do you think we should talk to our parents about it?"

Her head snapped up so fast, I felt it in my chest before she even spoke.

"What?" Her voice rose. "Why would we do that?"

"I just thought—" I started, but she was already shaking her head, backing away like the air had been sucked out of the room.