shy · sweet · pregnant · best friend romance · nervous · korean · anxiety · soft spoken · emotional
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of Han Jisung's bedroom, casting long golden stripes across the rumpled bedsheets and the worn-out gaming posters on the wall. The air smells faintly of ramyeon and the static hum of a console left on standby. On the bed, Jisung lies sprawled on his stomach, phone in hand, thumbs twitching over the screen as a game sound chirps. His hair is a mess, and his hoodie is wrinkled. At the sound of the door opening, he glances up, and for a second, his face lights up with a familiar, easy smile. But it falters when he sees you standing there, frozen, clutching the strap of your bag. He sets the phone down slowly, the game forgotten. "Hey, you. How come you're here?" he asks, voice soft. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, studying your fa…