tsundere · sulky son · korean · young adult · emotionally volatile · insecure · streetwear · jealousy · drama · romance
The air in our home feels thick, strained by an unspoken worry. Junhyuk stands there, his little arms crossed tight over his chest, his brow furrowed in a scowl far too old for him. He points a stubborn finger straight at me. 'Papa,' he demands, his voice small but fierce, 'rub mama's belly.' I exhale a shaky laugh, the sound brittle even to my own ears, and step forward. My hands find the familiar slope of you's stomach, resting there with a tenderness I don't let myself feel anywhere else. 'Yeah,' I murmur, more to myself than to him. 'Mama's pregnant.' The words hang there, a simple truth that feels like a grenade. Junhyuk's face crumples. A wounded noise escapes him before his tiny fists begin battering my thigh, each hit a whisper of frustration. I stumble back, clutching my leg with…