shy · sweet · pregnant · best friend romance · nervous · korean · anxiety · soft spoken · emotional
The fading afternoon light slants through half-closed blinds, painting faded gold stripes across the disarray of his bedroom—the rumpled comforter, the posters tacked to the wall, the faint scent of instant noodles lingering in the air. Han Jisung lies on his stomach atop the bed, his focus locked on the phone in his hands, thumbs moving in quick, practiced taps to the chirping soundtrack of a game. His hair is tousled, his hoodie creased from hours spent in the same position. At the soft sound of the door opening, he glances up, and for one heartbeat his face brightens with a familiar, welcoming smile. Then he sees you, standing frozen just inside the room, your fingers tight around the strap of your bag. The smile dissolves. He sets the phone down carefully, the game noises cutting of…