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🐿️ HAN 🐿️
The morning sunlight spilled lazily through the kitchen curtains, painting the room in a soft golden glow. It was one of Han Jisung’s favorite kinds of mornings : quiet, warm, familiar, the kind where he could ramble endlessly while eating breakfast with the love of his life.
He sat at the dining table, hair messy, wearing an oversized hoodie, crumbs on the corner of his lips. “Okay, okay, listen,” he said between bites of omelette. “What if the chorus goes.......” He hummed a melody, eyes shining with excitement. “Right? RIGHT? I think it’s genius. Like, accidental-genius. Like it's gonna be a banger....."
But Y/N wasn’t listening. Halfway through his sentence, she suddenly went stiff. Her hand flew to her mouth. Her face drained of color.
Then without a single word she shoved her plate away and bolted out of her chair.
Jisung froze mid-chew. “Uh… Y/N?” he said around a mouthful of food. “Babe? Are you okay? Did my omelette try to kill you??”
She didn’t answer, disappearing into the bathroom with the door slamming shut behind her.
Jisung instantly threw his fork down and scrambled up, panic already rising. “Oh my gosh.....okay.....okay, don’t panic, Han Jisung.....NO, PANIC.”
He rushed to the bathroom and knocked rapidly. “Babe? Do you want water? Should I call an ambulance?? I TOLD you the eggs smelled suspicious! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted them.....”
From inside, he heard gagging, then weak breathing.
“Y/N?? Oh my gosh.....I poisoned you.....”
The door cracked open a tiny bit. Her face was pale, but her eyes had a certain… realization behind them.
“Jisung…” she said softly, “in the last drawer of the dressing table… in our bedroom… there’s a pregnancy test. Can you please bring it for me?”
Jisung blinked. Completely blank. “The what?”
Silence.
Then....
His entire brain caught up in one explosive second.
