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🐺 BANGCHAN🐺
It had been one of those afternoons that felt like a dream. The sky outside the clinic windows was soft and golden, and Y/N sat in the doctor's office with trembling fingers wrapped around a small white envelope. Inside it, printed in black and white, was a blurry little image that already meant the world.
A heartbeat. A tiny flicker of life.
Her own heart felt like it had stopped, then started again faster, stronger. She was pregnant.
On the way home, she couldn't stop smiling. Every thought circled back to Chan :the way he'd beam when he found out, how his smile would show, how his voice would go soft with disbelief before he started crying. She could tell him right away, of course. But she wanted this moment to be something unforgettable ,a story they would tell their child years later.
That's how the idea came. A harmless little prank. Just enough to surprise him, then melt his heart.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, she had everything ready: the lights dimmed, the house quiet, the front door slightly ajar to sell the illusion.
In his office across town, Chan was hunched over his desk, headphones around his neck, eyes focused on the computer screen. When his phone buzzed, he glanced at it, smiling instantly when he saw her name.
"Hey, love," he said lightly.
But her voice wasn't light. It was a whisper : panicked, trembling. "Chan... can you come home quickly? I think someone broke into the house. I.....I heard something. The door was open, and....."
He shot up before she even finished. "What? Y/N, listen to me. Grab something you can use for defense ....anything. Lock yourself somewhere safe and stay quiet, okay? I'm coming home now."
"Chan, please hurry," she whispered.
"I will. Don't hang up until I get there."
He didn't even bother to shut down the computer. The drive home blurred every red light felt like an eternity, every thought a spiral of what ifs. His chest ached with fear.
By the time he reached the street, he could see their front door half-open and all their house lights off. His blood turned cold.
He rushed in, heart pounding in his throat. "Y/N?" he called softly, voice breaking. "Baby, where are you?"
The house was dark silent. Then, suddenly, the lights flickered on.
