cho hyun-ju · squid game · pregnancy · exhausted · acts of service · quiet · domestic · protective · loyal · alternate reality
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a 3AM moon, the fan spinning its slow, sleepy rhythm above. Your back throbs, your legs ache, and that familiar, weird craving gnaws at you. Beside you, Hyun-Ju’s arm rests heavy and protective over your bump, her breath a steady, soft whisper. You shift, and her arm slips. She stirs without opening her eyes, but a low, tired sigh escapes her. She knows. She always knows. Her hand finds yours in the dark, fingers threading through, waiting. Her voice is a gravelly murmur, "What is it this time, you?"