#미안)

[yutapet]

Louis de Pointe du Lac is literally me

[hannyoontify]

영어 키보드 망가졌음.. 아이폰 16 나왔다고 이 병신들이 내 핸드폰 망가트리고 지랄이야

암튼 엣엠 진짜 ㅈ가라 씨발 지금 나랑 장난하냐

다들 제정신이 아닌가봐 시바 말이 되는 소리를 해야지. 병신같은 ㅈ같은 팬 때문에 지금 애 한명의 미래랑 꿈을 완전히 깨부셔버린거자나시발

그리고 거의 일년 기다렸던 팬들은 어쩌라는거야. 말도 안돼. 옛날부터 엣엠이 제정신이 아니란건 알고 있었지만 이건 진짜 완전 개미친똘아이 짓이잖아 젠장

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jungkook weverse

JK

10.02 08:55

미안.. 편집이 좀 늦어짐... 잠만...ㅎ

Lo siento... la edición está tomando un poco de tiempo... solo un minuto... jeje

[bidetnaracom]

정준호 "♥이하정에 미안…팬 선물한 꽃다발로 프러포즈" [쇼츠라인 & 연예가스타] #쇼츠라인 #소상공인마켓 #포항비데랜드 #비데나...

[star-shorts365]

정준호 "♥이하정에 미안…팬 선물한 꽃다발로 프러포즈" [라디오스타] [스타쇼츠 & 연예가소식 ] #스타쇼츠 #소상공인마켓 #포항...

[almostwisegalaxy]

...미안 Mian (sorry)

Yeon Sieun x fem!reader

The reader has a shy character in this story

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The morning Yeon Si-eun learned that y/n was pregnant, he felt neither shock nor anger. There was a void. A silence too sharp in his mind. A pen fell from his hand. Then came the dizziness, as if the lines of his life, so carefully drawn, had just been erased with a single stroke of an eraser.

He had always imagined himself untouchable. He had the logic of a chessboard, the coldness of a never-ending winter. People were variables, elements to avoid or control. y/n had broken this pattern, not by warming him, but by making him crack. Without flash, without noise, without violence. She had entered, like a slow rain into a forgotten room. And now, she was carrying his child.

When she told him, her eyes, wide, filled with controlled fear, didn’t look away from his. She expected the worst: rejection, erasure, permanent silence. She didn’t know that Yeon Si-eun, even though he had few words, would never abandon. Never.

He said nothing that day. He simply held her in his arms, for the first time in a long while. It was a harsh, awkward gesture, but y/n understood. He would be there. No matter what that meant, no matter what it would cost. He didn’t have the words, but his body became a promise.

Si-eun’s parents exploded.

"You’re ruining your future."

"A girl you barely knew…"

They knew nothing. They didn’t know how y/n had held his hand through nights when he still trembled from the blows of school. How she stayed even when he said nothing. They saw only the unexpected, the scandal. Not the truth.

y/n, on the other hand, had no roof. Her parents had thrown her out without a second glance. A bag, a few clothes, shame as a companion. Si-eun had acted as always: quickly, coldly, efficiently. He emptied the room of an old apartment abandoned by one of his contacts, paid the rent with the savings meant for his studies. He didn’t tell y/n anything. He took her there, without ceremony.

"You’ll stay here. It’s secure. I’ll come every day after class."

She didn’t cry. She sat on the bed, her gaze fixed on the wall, as if trying to understand how a boy so distant could become this silent rock.

Si-eun had changed. It wasn’t a spectacular transformation. He was still cold with others, even more solitary. But with her, he was learning to speak. To say the simple things: "Did you sleep well?", "Eat this, it’s good for your iron," "I’m here."

He missed classes to take her to her medical appointments. He lied to the monitors, beat up classmates who made crude jokes. He endured the stares. The whispers. He didn’t love y/n for her fragility. He loved her for her strength. For every day she walked, heavy, tired, but dignified. For every moment she refused to complain.

And him? He was discovering he could be gentle. Capable of putting a blanket over her, of preparing a hot bowl of rice. He helped her massage her legs, to sit when pain struck. He stayed awake at night to monitor her breathing. And sometimes, when she slept, he placed a hand on her belly, and told himself that this life was not a weakness. It was a cruel, fragile miracle. But still, a miracle.

He saw the sacrifices. She didn’t go out anymore. She had given up her studies. She carried the humiliation of being rejected, alone, young, pregnant, in silence. But she never complained. She stood tall, even in pain. And it broke him.

One evening, she had bled a little. He ran with her to the hospital, breathless, heart torn apart. In the waiting room, he closed his eyes. He thought he was going to die. It wasn’t the baby that scared him; it was the idea of losing y/n. He understood then that he wouldn’t survive it. She had become his center.

When she came out, pale but safe, he cried. A tear. Just one. She didn’t see it, but he felt it burn to the core.

He could have hidden. Fled. But he chose to become armor. Not for her, but for what she represented. Love. Survival. The future. Sometimes, he wrote words he didn’t say. He placed post-its on the mirror: "You are strong," "I believe in you," "I love you."

He never said "I love you" aloud. Not yet. But she knew. She saw it in his gestures, in the way he handed her his jacket, in the way he cut her toenails without saying a word, in the way he fought for her in the shadows.

The high school he had been transferred to was far. He felt exiled there, drained. The walls were the same, but y/n was not there. He sent messages every break. A picture of his meal. An awkward emoji. A safety reminder. He took the bus as soon as classes were over. He walked fast, rage in his stomach, to be with her.

He had changed. The anger inside him had become protective. He still fought sometimes, but not for himself. He fought so he wouldn’t explode under the weight of injustice. So the world would let y/n breathe.

He still didn’t smile. But his eyes had changed. There was a light there that only y/n could see. A soft, slow, but persistent fire.

And when she told him she was in pain, that she was afraid, he didn’t respond with words. He held her hand, firmly, for a long time. He silently promised her that he would be there.

Every day, he was building a new version of himself. Less mechanical. More human. He was learning to live for two. To love without defense.

And soon, he would become a father.

He wasn’t afraid of that word. Not really. He felt its weight. He was preparing for it. Not with books or videos. With his hands. With his steps. With his silences, now tender.

He didn’t have the model of a father. But he had the will to never run away.

y/n had become the center of his storm. And for her, he was learning peace.

The world around him had not changed. It remained brutal, indifferent. But Yeon Si-eun was no longer alone. And that changed everything.

Even for a boy like him.

Even for someone who was thought incapable of loving anything other than in silence.

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He had started to smile at her to give her strength. It wasn’t a wide smile, nor a joyful one. It was a discreet grin, almost invisible to others. But y/n, she saw it. She received it as proof. A silent promise. If she was happy, that was more than enough for him. He no longer needed to convince himself that the future would follow a straight and clear path. He had decided that happiness was here. Now. In this cold two-room apartment, but filled with their shared silences.

He had begun to collect each ultrasound as a treasure. He kept them in an old shoebox, under his bed, between his old notebooks and a few photos of Su-ho. Sometimes, he would look at the black-and-white images, the small blurry body, the heart beating, and he would feel something grow inside him. A vast fear. An unexpected tenderness. He had told himself that one day, if Su-ho ever woke up, he would introduce him to his child. And he would understand. He would know. He would see that even a monster can learn to love. And he would say :

"See, hyung... I did something right. I didn't run away. I didn't break. I protected."

Every day, they faced humiliation and fear. The stares on the street, the whispers at the school gates, the insults mixed with false politeness. "They’re too young." "She trapped him." "He’s going to ruin everything." y/n kept her eyes down, her arms crossed over her belly, as if to protect it from the world. Si-eun, on the other hand, gritted his teeth. He didn’t respond, but his gaze turned to steel. He didn’t fight with his fists anymore. He fought with his presence. He stood there, solid, challenging the world to take away what he had chosen.

One day, his mother came. She had waited for him at the school gates, a hard expression on her face, a coat too fancy for this neighborhood. They sat on a bench, and she spoke in a measured tone. He could still change his future. Leave this girl, rebuild himself. Become a lawyer, or a politician. "You’re smart, Yeon Si-eun. You’re not made for this. For this tiny life. You’re worth more."

That day, for the first time since Su-ho, Si-eun exploded. The words started pouring out, raw, uncontrolled. "You know nothing. You don’t know what it’s like to tremble in your bed because tomorrow they’re going to smash your head against a wall again. You don’t know what it’s like to know you’re alone, even at home. You don’t know what y/n has done for me. She held my hand when I wanted to disappear. She loved me when I was nothing. Nothing. Do you think I’m going to abandon her? That I’m going to give up my child just because you want me to be... presentable? She, our child. My family. Mine... What do you want me to become? Someone like you? Someone who calculates, judges, and gives up? I'd rather lose everything than become that kind of adult. I’d rather be poor, broken, dirty, but real. Than look like what you want."

He left, leaving her alone. And that night, when he came back, he took y/n’s hand and didn’t let go of it until morning.

He had stopped trying to be perfect. He had understood that true courage wasn’t about excelling, but about staying. Loving. Intensely. Silently. He no longer sought to control everything. He built, every day, with what he had. He did everything so that y/n wouldn’t have to beg, to justify herself. He anticipated. He watched over her. He silently fixed broken things, cleaned the bathroom, wrote down the dates of her medical appointments on the wall. He never left her alone for too long. He knew what loneliness was. He never wanted her to know it.

Sometimes, y/n would shut herself off. She would doubt. She would cry in the bathroom, thinking he wouldn’t hear her. But he knew. He stayed near the door, sitting cross-legged, silent. And when she came out, he always had a hot bowl of rice, a blanket, a note on a crumpled piece of paper: "I’m here."

One day, while they were grocery shopping in an old supermarket, an elderly couple stared at them for a long time. Then the old woman smiled: "You’re very brave. It’s rare to see young people like you. Take care of each other." y/n first lowered her eyes, embarrassed. Then she laughed. A real laugh, full, clear, that echoed in the heavy air. And Si-eun looked at her the way one looks at a sunrise.

He told himself that this laugh was worth all the humiliations. All the renunciations.

In the brutal world of high school, he had become a silent ghost. He spoke little, walked alone, answered the teachers briefly. The others knew. The rumors spread faster than the wind. Some snickered. Others kept their distance. But he no longer cared. He sent messages at every break: a picture of his meal, an awkward emoji, a safety reminder. He left school running, took the bus, walked fast. He went to find her. And then, everything else faded away.

He was no longer the cold strategist, the untouchable genius. He was a seventeen-year-old boy, tired, in love, becoming a father.

And he wasn’t afraid of that word.

He felt its weight. He was preparing for it. Not with books or online advice. But with his hands. He was learning to fold baby clothes, to warm up a bottle. He placed his ears on y/n’s belly to hear the movements. Sometimes, he spoke to the child, very softly. "I’m waiting for you."

One evening, y/n surprised him while he was awkwardly knitting a small blanket. He didn’t say anything. She didn’t either. But that night, she fell asleep holding his hand against her belly.

The world didn’t change. It stayed brutal, unjust, devoid of compassion. But Yeon Si-eun, he had changed. And that changed everything.

Even for a boy like him.

Even for someone who was thought incapable of loving anything other than in silence.

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[aruoekim]

장모님

장모님은 나이가 들었어. 당연한 이야기지.

하지만 여전히 몸매를 유지하기 위해 노력하고, 옷차림 역시 트랜드에 뒤쳐지지 않기위해 노력해. 심지어 속옷까지도. 한껏 차려입은 모습은 지적이고 왠지 섹시해보이는 커리어우먼 같아.

키는 크지않아. 아담하지. 얼굴은 귀염상이야. 하지만 눈매는 귀여운 얼굴에 맞지 않게 다소 날카로운 편이야. 좀 언밸런스하기도 하지만 색기있어 보이기도 해. 특히 화장을 할때면.

결혼전 내가 본 장모님은 와잎보다 매력적이었어. 나이든 여자를 좋아하는 나에겐. 평생 그녀를 내주변에서 볼 수 있다는 생각은 가슴뛰게 했어.

하지만 한집에 살며 볼 수만 있다는 사실은 꽤나 힘들었어. 가질수는 없었으니까. 그녀를 생각하며 딸딸이를 치는 횟수는 늘어갔고, 나 혼자 있을때면 그녀의 속옷과 스타킹을 느끼기 위해 몰래 옷장과 빨래통을 뒤지는 횟수도 늘어갔어.

그리고 그녀의 체취를 느끼는 것에 만족하지 않은 난 그녀의 속옷에 내 채취를 남기기 시작했어. 그녀의 옷과 속옷, 스타킹, 구두 등 가리지 않고. 자지를 문질러 댔고, 쿠퍼액을 발라댔어. 왠지 그녀를 능욕하는것 같아 만족스러웠지.

어느날 빨래통에서 꺼낸 그녀의 팬티에 자지를 문질러 대던 난 참지 못하고 싸버렸어. 당황스러웠고, 현자타임이 온 후로는 병신같은 내 모습에 후회가 몰려왔지. 하지만 시간이 지나자 그 느낌과 감정을 다시 느끼고 싶어졌고, 그 과감한 행동에 중독되듯이 푹 빠졌버렸어. 그리고 더 나아가 내 좆물을 그녀 옷장의 속옷에 바르고 다시 넣으면서 그것을 입는 그녀를 상상하며 설명할 수 없는 흥분감을 느꼈지.

그리고...

그녀와의 섹스를 기대했다면... 미안. 그건 가능하지 않았어. 시도를 할 수도 없는 것이었고. 그냥 그렇게 변태같이 굴면서, 상상속에서 그녀와 섹스를 해가며 살고 있지.

명절을 준비하기 위해 편한 원피스 홈웨어를 입고 앉았다 일어나기를 반복하는 그녀를 보며, 여전히 아름답고 섹시한 다리와 발을 감상했어. 그리고 오래되어 목이 늘어난 홈웨어 덕분에 볼 수 있는 그녀의 젖가슴과 앉았다 일어나기를 반복하며 슬쩍슬쩍 보이는 세련된 자주색 팬티는 나를 화장실에 들락거리게 만들었지.

갑자기 궁금했어. 나이든 지금도 몸매를 가꾸고, 트랜드에 뒤쳐지지 않게 옷을 사입고, 젊은 여자들이 입을것 같은 패셔너블한 속옷을 입는 장모님의 젊은 시절이.

색기가 넘치는 그 눈매로 남자들을 꼬셨을까. 아니면 색기가 넘치는 그 눈매가 남자들을 꼬이게 했을까.

다른 남자들과의 섹스는 없었을까. 섹스를 좋아했을까 등등.

여기저기 잘 벌려대는 와잎을 보며 그 색기 넘치는 눈을 가지고 여기저기 잘 벌려대지 않았을까하는 상상을 해봐. 그 엄마의 그 딸이니까.

전을 부치며, 팬티가 보이는지도 모르면서 나에게 말을 거는 장모님을 보며 쓸데없는 생각을 해봐.

"(전) 먹을래? 좀 줄까?"

"네 먹고 싶네요. 맛있어 보이네요. 몹시..."

[official-wonho]

[240924] Wonho's bubble updates

12:46 PM: 점심 챙기고 있지?

8:39 PM: 팬파티 하고 친구한테 한우케이크? 선물받았어 8:40 PM: 나도 첨보는거라 신기했어  8:53 PM: 그래서 뭘 먹었을까나~? 8:57 PM: 그래서 맛은 있었는감~? 9:00 PM: (WENEE) - 나 버블에서 큰아버지와 카톡하는 기분 내고싶지않아 (WONHO'S REPLY) - 미안 … 조금만 기다려줘.. 9:05 PM: 미안해~~~~~~~~~~ 9:11 PM: 헤헤헤헿헤헤헤 8:19 PM: 임자야~ 8:19 PM: Y/N 8:19 PM: 아프지말자~~ 오래 보자 ~~ 알지??  8:19 PM: 밥먹었으면 간식먹어~~~💙 9:50 PM: 후보1번 오늘 요거트아이스크림 먹어도 ���겠습니까?  9:53 PM: 자자 N 기다려봐 9:56 PM: Poll: Q. 니남자 뭘로 부를래 집사람 - 16% 서방 - 15% 내꺼 - 55% 반휘혈 - 9% 10:03 PM: 휘혈아 반휘혈 10:07 PM: 아 무슨일있었지?  10:07 PM: 아 잠깐 삼촌이 자기폰인줄알았데  10:08 PM: 삼촌 성함이 이휘혈  10:09 PM: 여튼 오늘 하루잘보냈지??  10:09 PM: 고생해써  10:09 PM: 나랑놀아줘서 고맙고  10:09 PM: 재밌었어 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

10:11 PM: 나 간다 내생각 많이해 ~~

12:46 PM: You're taking care of your lunch, right?

8:39 PM: A Korean beefcake from a friend after the fan party? I got it as a gift

8:40 PM: I've never seen it before, so I was amazed

8:53 PM: So, what did you eat~?

8:57 PM: So, was it delicious~?

9:00 PM: (WENEE) - I don't want to feel like I'm chatting with my uncle on bubble (WONHO'S REPLY) - Sorry … Just a moment..

9:05 PM: I'm sorry~~~~~~~~~~

9:11 PM: Hehehehehehehe

8:19 PM: Hey, you~

8:19 PM: Y/N

8:19 PM: Let's not get sick~~ Let's see each other for a long time ~~ Okay??

8:19 PM: If you ate, eat a snack~~~💙

9:50 PM: Candidate no. 1, can I have yogurt ice cream today?��

9:53 PM: Let's go to sleep Y/N just wait

Poll: Q. What do you call you man

Spouse - 16%

Husband - 15%

Mine - 55%

Handsome/Cool guy - 9%

10:03 PM: Handsome/Cool guy

10:07 PM: Oh, what happened?

10:07 PM: Oh, wait, I thought my uncle was on his phone

10:08 PM: My uncle's name is Lee Handsome/Cool guy

10:09 PM: Anyway, did you have a good day today??

10:09 PM: You did a good job today, too

10:09 PM: Thank you for playing with me

10:09 PM: It was fun ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

10:11 PM: I'm going now, think about me a lot ~~

TN: Wonho couldn't decide on his display name on bubble and finally settled on '내꺼/Mine,' '반휘혈,' when the results on the poll came back. '반휘혈' is a reference to someone's favorite romance comic character, known as being a handsome or a cool guy.

Translation: official-wonho. Please take out with full credit.

[enduu115]

내가 그리는 썬, 문은 많이 캐붕일수도 잇지만 난 이런 형제모먼트가 좋은걸.....

푸른눈 문 너무귀엽다구요

어차피 나 아니여도 붉은 눈으로 많이 그리시니

상관없겟지....

수집품 중에 인형이거 존나 너무 떡밥같음

굳이 왜 푸른 눈의 문인형을 만들엇을까 하는 생각듬.. 행복하게좀 해주면 안되겟냐!!!!!!!!!

애기들 좋아하게 두라고 좀 으아아아ㅏㅏㅏ

이���보니 문 한쪽은 여전히 붉은 눈이구나???

몰랏다 미안

[dropthedemiurge]

Some language comments for Gray Shelter [Episode 5], just like I promised!

"Do whatever/however you want to. (literally: 'Do it the way your heart desires') You do things how you want to anyway."

"I'm sorry" - the translation is correct, it's just it's funny how Yoondae's level of apology to his friend he just lashed out at last time + he wants to ask him for HELP, and all he says is: 미안 (mian). The most informal and short way of apologizing possible. He's so teenager-minded still.

Even when he asks "Can I leave my stuff in your dad's warehouse?" it comes out grammatically more of a demand, like 'Let me do that'. Yoondae is talking like someone who has a lot of walls and doesn't reach out to people, he doesn't talk kindly but he's honest and straightforward and he cries easily but he's very angry about it.

I especially love his facial expression, even when he's at his most miserable, he'll make it everyone else's problem, as if being pitiful is the worst thing that could happen to him. "I have no one else I could ask for help but you >:(("

Fun fact about Korean's sentence structure, when you quote someone or express your thoughts, you put your sentence this way: "quoted phrase" and then + "that's what they said/what i thought/etc". So oftentimes, I see Kdramas use that trick when characters say a phrase... and then take it back with "that's someone else's thoughts" or "that's what you thought I'd say, right? LMAO". It's funny how the translators' way of transferring this was using the word "Sike!" xD

"It wasn't a mistake to me." "If it wasn't a mistake, then [what]? Since you started talking [about it], let me ask you. So what if it wasn't a mistake? What do you want to achieve with me?" "Can I do anything about it? In the past or now, you're the one who runs away and avoids me. I asked you, can I make a decision (do I have any choices)?" "You made the move but you want me to decide? Fine, then. Let sleep together once and end it once and for all. Go wash up first. I don't have time, I only left office for a short time."

The way they both care about each other but their dialogues and words are very sharp and bitter almost all the time, especially here, aaaah. That's the contrast that hooked me for all these 5 episodes. Soohyuk doesn't swear but he's talking to Yoondae very harshly and emotionless here, and for Yoondae harsh talk is the default, it's like Soohyuk is lowering his manners to talk on his level, to provoke him (or maybe that's also how he distances himself from the discovery that Yoondae has feelings for him).

And Yoondae is holding back his frustration and tears, but he understands the way such words were aimed to hurt him, so instead of lashing out back at Soohyuk, as he probably wants him to, he swallows and unusually calmly, almost softly says: "Let's talk when you can be honest. Because I will shut up and wait for you."

And it makes Soohyuk stand there in shock and contemplate.

I'll add next scenes in READ MORE since this post is getting long!

Here's the moment when the boss asks their youngest employee to write something more 'trendy' for their marketing text xD It's very true that trends in Korea come and go very quickly, they also love to invent new terms and phrases all the time. Like "MZ slang", there are many phrases, and the one trendy phrase the boss uses as the example is 킹받네 (king-pad-nae) which literally written as 'receive the king' but means "I got angry" - but with a teasing/playful subtext, like friends could say each other 'ah you're so cute, it makes me angry'.

If I'm not wrong, this phrase was widely used like 1-2 years ago and not really in its trendy peak as well right now but kudos to boss to even learning it xD And it's funny how translator chose to (I assume) use "[living in my head] rent-free" phrase as a substitute. Another fun fact, they ended up using some trendy lingo in their ad that translator gave us as "no cap!" but that part of phone msg was so blurry, I couldn't see which exact Korean phrase they ended up using x)

"Hyung, if you have any ask for help, say so. For you, 2 million... No, I'll try to give you until 3 million won in any way."

Can I just say that we had this character for one moment and I'm so not ready to let him go, I want Jeongwan to have his own storyline and everything and he's too sweet and also caring for strangers/his colleagues, and so he stole the spotlight for me xD

Yoondae said there's no food at home. But also, as you can see, there is: beer, water, rice that you can cook in the microwave, kimchi for a side dish and some other microwaved food. According to my Korean friends, typical Korean person (poor like student) can survive if they have rice, kimchi and also ramyeon. That's their the most basic food. Just a fun fact. xD

Also he was on his third can of beer, and he already made a drunken longing call on the verge of tears to Soohyuk, lying about being hurt and bringing trouble just so he'd return home. "Is that okay with you?" - just shoot me, please. :')

"I called [the cleaning service/you] to tell you to stop it [sleeping outside of home]" "Let's have that dinner [that I promised you] today. Wait for me."

After days, Yoondae was ready to give up, he "tricked" Soohyuk to return home just so he could tell him he'll move out and stop pushing any talk. And then, Soohyuk brought up the dinner (the feelings) that he kept avoiding. No wonder Yoondae looked so struck and confused. It just gave him his hopes back (and viewers too, but we probably should've known better with this kind of series haha)

Interesting cultural context: they are getting samgyeopsal - grilled meat, chosen by Soohyuk because Yoongdae said there wasn't anything he wanted to eat. And usually, the youngest one has to set the cutlery and grill meat, out of respect for the seniors. And here we see that Soohyuk is the one choosing the place, menu and even grilling the meat and pouring soju for Yoondae.

Once again, it shows that despite Yoondae's emotions and pleads, he is not mature enough, he is not ready to focus on other people. We know he can't plan his own future, he doesn't know what to do, and we see where their relationship stands now - Yoondae is still more of a burden than an equal partner to Soohyuk, and Soohyuk is more of a parent.

Even when they drink soju (in Korean drinking etiquette usually you don't drink alone, you toast together and drink together), notice how they don't even clink their glasses together, then Soohyuk is the only one drinking and Yoondae wants to follow him but puts the glass back. He's taking a shot later, when Soohyuk grills the meat again. They are totally unsynchronized at this point of their lives, and it's painful to watch.

"I said he [my father] was dead because that's the truth/reality for me. There was no other [hidden] meaning. I didn't plan to lie to you."

"I moved out completely. If I don't organize my life starting from doing this, then I don't think I'll be able to live like all the other [normal] people."

The fact that Yoondae started thinking about improving his life (the word 'organizing'), immediately made Soohyuk stop in surprise. So he started asking what does the normal life like others mean to him, hopeful to find that equal adult footing from Yoondae... but Yoondae's thoughts stopped there. And Soohyuk offered his own goal and life meaning: "to have a place to go back to, that's enough for me".

Here's when Yoondae thoughtfully agreed with him: "It's important to have a home", and took the meat tongs from Soohyuk, saying how high-maintenance he is. Yoondae embraced that realization, he took the responsibility (even a small cultural gesture) and even though Yoondae nagged him, Soohyuk smirked. Because it wasn't a completely hopeless situation. And Yoondae proved it, by saying how eating like this and going home together is his normal life as well. (and yet they were still unsynchronized until the very end! we can't have happy ending yet)

AND HERE IS WHERE I HAVE TO MAKE A SECOND POST! Because tumblr only allows 30 images in one, and I can't stop screenshotting the last conversation so I'm going to make another post that you can find in 'gray shelter comments' or 'dropthemeta' tags (upd. or here's the link to the post!)^^

[lveegsoi]

—좋아해서 미안, 미안 좋아해서 미안해 맘에 들어 미안, 미안

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sagittarius INTP 18

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: ̗̀➛ tba...

ೃ⁀➷ ENHYPEN

: ̗̀➛ Sunghoon

-° SAVE US 박성훈 °

synopsis.. Being a castaway wasn't that bad, especially when a hot man, straight out of your wettest dream, one day was washed ashore just as you began preparing to leave the island.

: ̗̀➛ Jake

-TEAR IT 심재윤

synopsis.. Wearing a Spiderman bodysuit was probably not your brightest idea, considering your boyfriend's reaction, upon seeing you in it, was like nothing you've never seen before.

-DIRTY!JAKE

: ̗̀➛ Jay

-PERV!JAY

: ̗̀➛ Ni-ki

-VAMPIRE!NI-KI

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: ̗̀➛ tba...

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: ̗̀➛ tba...

[blu2alpaca]

고양이 돌봐주기 6일 차. 이제 내가 익숙해진 건가 경계를 푼다. 여전히 살갑게 다가오진 않지만. 같이 시간을 많이 보낼수록 친해지는 건데 이제 오늘 밤이 마지막이라 아쉽다.

우리 뮤온은 이제 14살이라 나나 폰소랑 한시도 떨어지지 않으려 한다. 소파나 의자나 어디에든 앉아있으면 “나 니 무릎에 앉아도 되?” 하는 식으로 옆에 앉아 쳐다본다. 내가 뮤온이 왔으면 하는 장소에 손으로 탁탁탁 3번 치면 허락의 의미로 알아듣고 뮤온이 “이잇” 이런 소리 내면서 그제야 올라온다. 가끔 뮤온이 쳐다보는 걸 놓치면 뮤온은 한참 기다리다가 그냥 구석에서 쪼그리고 자는데 그럴때면 사과하고 설명하고 뮤온 안고 데려오면 삐침이 좀 풀리는 듯 하다. 김춘수 시인의 꽃 처럼, 내가 뮤온- 하고 불렀을 때 고개를 돌려 나를 쳐다 본 순간부터 뮤온은 이제 우리 고양이가 된것이다.

백만년만에 맥도날드 와서 아침 먹는다. 아침은 a&w 가 더 나은데 맥도날드가 더 가까워서. 기계에서 주문을 하는데 실수로 “노 번”을 눌렀다. 내가 그렇게 누른지도 몰랐다가 음식 받고서야 알았는데 어쩐지 맥머핀이 종이에 싸진게 아닌 통에 들어있다 했다 ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ 열어보고 달걀이랑 치즈만 떨렁 들어있는거 보고 빵 터졌는데 내가 이렇게 주문 한 것을 누구를 탓하랴 ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ 직원한테 내가 실수로 노번 눌렀는데 번 받을 수 있을 까 했더니 어, 미안 다시 만들어줄게 하길래 아니아니, 내가 기계로 주문한건데 이건 완전 내 실수지. 미안하지만 그냥 번만 따로 받을 수 있을까 했더니 쿨하게 그냥 새로 만들어 준다. 폰소한테 이야기 했더니 그것이 미래의 모습이다 라고 놀린다 ㅎㅎㅎㅎ

[everythingbap]

📲 byzelo Instagram story:

나름 많이 올리려고 했는데 .. 미안…찍어놓은 게 많이 없다😢

I was going to post a lot .. Sorry... I don't have many photos😢

[fyboynextdoor]

250314 | Taesan Weverse Update

화이트데이 사탕을 직접 주지 못해 화가 난다

[TRANS] The fact that I can't give out candies on White Day (to ONEDOOR) in person is making me angry

Taesan Reply

🚪 나 사탕 하나도 못받았어….ㅜ 🐈‍⬛ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 괜찮아 나도야 우리 동지네 🐈‍⬛ 학창 시절 때도 초콜릿, 사탕 받아본 적 없던 거 같은데

[TRANS]

🚪 I didn’t even get a single candy…. ㅜ

🐈‍⬛ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ It's okay, same here. We're in this together.

🐈‍⬛ I don't think I ever got chocolates or candy during my school days either.

Taesan Reply

🚪 기억이 외곡됐오..? 사탕은 나 같은 애들이나 못 받는거야 .. 🐈‍⬛ 나는 별로라 못 받은 거고 원도어들은 너무 넘사라 엄두를 못 내는 거예요 🐈‍⬛ 쟤는 내가 안 줘도 여러 명이 줬겠지..? ㅜㅜ 🐈‍⬛ 이런 느낌

[TRANS]

🚪 Is my memory distorted..? Only people like me wouldn't get any candy though ..

🐈‍⬛ I didn’t get any because I’m not that great/handsome, but ONEDOOR are just on another level, so no one even dares to try.

🐈‍⬛ Like, 'They (ONEDOOR) probably got plenty from others even if I don’t give them one, right..? ㅜㅜ'

🐈‍⬛ that kind of feeling.

Taesan Reply

🚪 태산아 무슨 맛 사탕 좋아해? 🐈‍⬛ 사탕 안 좋아해요 하하

[TRANS]

🚪 What candy flavour do you like?

🐈‍⬛ I don't like candies haha

Taesan Reply

🚪 초콜릿은 좋아해? 🐈‍⬛ 그건 그냥 그래요

[TRANS]

🚪 What about chocolate?

🐈‍⬛ It just okay/so-so for me.

Taesan Reply

🚪 그럼 뭐 좋아해? 🐈‍⬛ You

[TRANS]

🚪 What do you like then?

🐈‍⬛ You

Taesan Reply

🚪 발렌타인데이에 라면을 선물해도 될까요? 🐈‍⬛ 너무 좋은데

[TRANS]

🚪 Would it be okay to give ramyeon as a Valentine’s Day gift?

🐈‍⬛ Sounds like a good idea

Taesan Reply

🚪 무슨 라면 좋아해? 🐈‍⬛ God 🐈‍⬛ ㅎㅎ

[TRANS]

🚪 What kind of ramyeon do you like?

🐈‍⬛ God

🐈‍⬛ ㅎㅎ

T/N: God in Korean = 신/Shin = Shin Ramyeon

250315 | Taesan Reply

🚪 뜬금없긴 한데 뭐 좋아해? 🐈‍⬛ 음..(👉👈) 🫵 🐈‍⬛ 이렇게 좋아해 본 적이 없어요

[TRANS]

🚪 It's so random but, what do you like?

🐈‍⬛ Uhmm..(👉👈) 🫵

🐈‍⬛ Never Loved This Way Before

Taesan Reply

🚪 너 나 가져 🐈‍⬛ 너나 가져 🐈‍⬛ 미안 장난이야 🐈‍⬛ 띄어쓰기 그거 알잖아요 🐈‍⬛ 많이들 하는 거

[TRANS]

🚪 Take me.

🐈‍⬛ Nah, You take me instead.

🐈‍⬛ Sorry, I was just joking.

🐈‍⬛ You know about spacing, right?

🐈‍⬛ It's something a lot of people do.

Taesan Reply

🚪 모찌 나가요 알아?? 🐈‍⬛ RG RG

[TRANS]

🚪 Do you know about 모찌 나가요? (Mochi is being served*)

🐈‍⬛ RG RG (I know I know)

T/N: *a famous meme among idol fans

Taesan Reply

🚪 우리 영어빼고 대화 ㄱ? 🐈‍⬛ 그래 나 이제 가 봐야 돼 다들 잘 자요~ 사랑해

[TRANS]

🚪 Shall we talk without English, go?

🐈‍⬛ Yeah, I have to go now. Good night, everyone~ Love you.

[at-1point]

행복이라는 단어를 쉽게 쓰고 잘 느끼는 사람이 있는 반면에

“행복 있다고?” 이마를 긁으며 당장의 행복도 의심을 하는 사람이 있단 말이야. 난 후자야. ‘행복’이라는 단어가 들어간 책을 보면 “얼씨구?” 한다고. 이 책 제목은 아주 대놓고 썼어. 행복의 정복이래.

“뭐? 버트런드 러셀? 누구야. 러셀 크로우야? 행복의 정복 같은 소리 하고 자빠졌네.”

진짜 첫 만남이 이랬어. 그래 어디 한번 읽어보자. 친구의 추천이 있었고 난 추천하는 건 언제가 됐든 보고 듣고 읽어 그러니까 추천 좀 해줘.

아무튼 난 엄청 좋게 읽어버린 거야.

세상이 거지개싸발때기 같아서(미안 이런 표현밖에 생각 안 나네.) 거기에 빠져 있다 보면 가장 기본적인 걸 놓치게 돼. 근간, 뿌리, 바닥을 이루는 것들 있잖아. 어수선했던 개념들이 이 책을 읽는 동안 정리가 됐어. 같이 경험해 봤으면 하는 바람으로 남겨.

[almostwisegalaxy]

숨 쉬어...(Just a minute to breathe)

Part 2 of ...미안

Yeon Sieun x fem!reader

The reader has a shy character in this story

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The day his friends began to suspect something, Si-eun was holding a small white onesie in his hands. He hadn't seen it coming. With a tender, almost unconscious gaze, he gently caressed the fabric as if touching precious skin. Humin, Hyun-tak, and Juntae had frozen upon seeing him in that baby shop, at the end of a slightly hidden alley near the city center.

"Dude... what are you doing here?" Humin had asked, teasing but intrigued.

Si-eun had startled. The icy mask they knew so well had returned immediately. He had put the garment back and turned around, his expression closed off.

"It's not for me. It's... for a neighbor. She asked me to."

Silence. The three boys exchanged a look. His tone was too dry, too defensive. Not Si-eun's usual way when he was half-lying.

Hyun-tak raised an eyebrow. "A neighbor? You mean you're volunteering now?"

"Forget it," Si-eun had simply replied before leaving, bag slung over his shoulder, his back stiff.

They watched him walk away without saying anything. Something was wrong. It wasn't the first time he had left abruptly, lied poorly, or dodged seemingly harmless questions. But this... there was something different in his eyes. A tenderness they hadn't known in him. A crack.

A few days later, Humin saw him in a pharmacy, buying iron supplements and folic acid. He hadn't noticed him yet. He had that focused, almost feverish look. As if he was afraid of making a mistake, of taking the wrong dosage. Humin had observed him from afar, an odd unease in his throat. He hadn't said anything, not at that moment. But that image had stayed with him.

Then, one rainy day, everything changed.

The four of them were in the high school hallway, a break between classes. The sky was low, gray, humid. Juntae was talking about video games, Humin was half-laughing, but Si-eun wasn't listening. His phone vibrated once. He took it out, read the message. His face turned white.

Then a second vibration. He replied, his fingers trembling.

And suddenly, he stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back.

"Where are you going?" Hyun-tak asked, surprised.

But Si-eun didn't answer. He was already running, bag across his chest, his face contorted by a panic they had never seen in him.

This wasn't just an unexpected event. It wasn't a mood swing. It was a visceral fear. A fear of losing.

They stood frozen for a moment, then Humin, the most curious, approached the desk he had left in a hurry. And there, he saw what he would never have imagined.

A notebook. Open. Ultrasound scans.

Names. Dates.

Y/N.

Pregnancy – 28 weeks.

The three of them looked at each other, shocked. The world around them seemed to stop suddenly. There was nothing but these black and white images, this blurry silhouette of a baby yet to be born, and the first name they had never heard. They didn't understand everything. But enough to know that Si-eun had hidden something immense from them.

The next day, they had decided to talk to him. To force him to explain himself. They knew he wouldn't come to them on his own.

But fate had chosen a different scene for the truth.

They found him in a corner of the high school, near the old art building. He was there, frozen, back hunched, facing his parents.

His mother was speaking loudly. Too loudly. A contained, icy anger.

"Do you realize what you're doing?! You're seventeen, Si-eun! Seventeen!"

"You were supposed to go abroad, get into a prestigious university! And now? You want to stay here? With a girl you got pregnant?"

His father's voice, lower but even harsher: "You're ruining everything. Absolutely everything."

They stayed hidden behind a pillar. Not a word passed. No jokes. No smiles.

They heard everything. Y/N's name. The pregnancy. The sacrifices. The sleepless nights. The choice not to run away.

And then Si-eun's voice, choked with emotion.

"Do you think I chose this? Do you think I had a plan? I'm doing what I can! She... she has no one left. And neither do I, if you continue like this."

His mother approached. They could sense a mixture of fear and despair in her voice.

"She's nothing to you, Si-eun. It's a mistake. You can still pull yourself together. You can leave. Study. Forget."

And then he exploded.

"I DON'T WANT TO FORGET!" he shouted, his voice breaking.

"I love her. She's pregnant. And I'll be there. You don't understand because you've never been there for me either. You've never seen. Never heard. When I fell, she was the one who picked me up. Not you."

The silence after these words was deafening. His mother had stepped back, her face frozen. His father had lowered his eyes. Then, without a word, they had left, their steps stiff, their anger burning but powerless.

And he had stayed there, alone. His shoulders slumped. His breath short.

He was trembling.

Not with rage this time. But with fatigue. With exhaustion. With a weight too heavy for a boy his age.

His friends emerged from their hiding place slowly.

Humin was the first to take a step. Then Juntae. Then Hyun-tak.

They didn't know what to say. They had heard everything. Seen everything.

And facing them was Si-eun. Not the cold strategist, the untouchable boy. No. A teenager on the verge of collapse. A future father. Still a child himself, forced to become an adult at a brutal speed.

Si-eun didn't even look up. He clenched his fists, his teeth. He was trying to hold back. But it was too late. Tears welled up. He had held on for too long.

And the truth, bare, now weighed on his shoulders, with no more secrets from anyone.

His friends were there. Silent.

But they too had changed.

They saw the dark circles under his eyes. The calloused hands. The broken look.

And suddenly, anger rose within them. Not against him. Against this unfair world. Against the isolation he had gone through alone. Against the fact that he hadn't believed he could talk to them about it.

Humin clenched his fists. Juntae looked away, his throat tight. Hyun-tak, for his part, bit his lip.

No one spoke.

Not yet.

Because sometimes, words are not enough.

But at that precise moment, in that forgotten corner of the high school, something had just shifted.

They were no longer three friends facing a secretive boy.

They were four.

And now they knew.

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The silence that followed the departure of Si-eun's parents was almost religious. Not a word. Not a breath. All that could be heard was the wind rushing through the deserted hallway, shaking the dead leaves on the ground.

Yeon Si-eun remained with his back to them, motionless. He knew they were there. He had heard their footsteps, felt their presence. Part of him wanted to run. To flee again. But he no longer had the strength.

He turned around slowly. His eyes were red, but he was no longer crying. His face was hard. Frozen.

Humin approached first. His gaze was tense, not accusatory, but filled with a dull ache.

"How long have you been hiding all this from us?"

Si-eun opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had no clear answer. No justification that wouldn't sound like betrayal or an excuse.

"A long time, I guess," he said, his voice broken.

Hyun-tak stepped forward in turn, shaking his head, looking both shocked and furious.

"What did you think? That we'd turn our backs on you? That we couldn't understand?"

"It's not that…" Si-eun murmured.

Juntae, usually the most reserved, spoke in a low but firm voice.

"Then what was it? Were you ashamed of us? Or of her?"

That sentence hit him hard. He finally looked up. There was a raw pain in his eyes, a fresh wound.

"Never. Never of her."

He inhaled, his jaw clenched, then exploded softly:

"I didn't know how to tell you, okay? I didn't know how… to explain it to you."

He looked at them one by one.

"I didn't have the luxury of choosing. One morning, she told me she was pregnant, and everything I knew collapsed. I… I did what I could. I acted. I held on. But I couldn't involve you in this."

Humin raised his eyebrows, hurt.

"Involve us? We're your friends, Si-eun. Your circle. You fight for everyone, but you think we don't have the right to fight for you?"

"It's not a question of right!" Si-eun burst out. "It's… it's a question of survival."

He took a few nervous steps. The ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet.

"I couldn't afford to make a mistake. Couldn't afford to break down. Every day, I had to be there, strong, precise. She has no one left. She sleeps in an empty apartment with a blanket that's too thin and pain in her stomach. And I'm doing what I can to keep her going. If I started talking, crying, asking for help, I would have crumbled."

Hyun-tak gritted his teeth. His fists were clenched.

"So you crumbled all by yourself."

"Do you think we wouldn't have understood your fear? Your exhaustion?"

Juntae, arms crossed, added more calmly:

"You cut yourself off from us, Si-eun. We're not just guys you beat people up with or study math with. We're… your friends, damn it."

Those words made something inside him tremble.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Si-eun whispered.

"But you did anyway," Humin replied, his eyes shining.

Silence fell again for a moment. Si-eun ran a hand over his face, as if to brush away the fatigue that clung to his skin like a second layer.

He finally sat down on a step, his shoulders slumped. The others remained standing, hesitant.

His voice became lower, almost childlike.

"I was scared. Not of being a father. That came like a clap of thunder… but it brought light."

He looked ahead, his gaze lost.

"I was scared… of not being up to it. Of messing everything up. Of being like my parents. Cold. Distant. I was scared of betraying Y/N. Of dragging her down with me."

He looked up at them, vulnerable.

"I saw the three of you, laughing, running, talking about your games, your dreams… And I was going home to prepare a hot meal. To help her sit down when her legs gave way. To watch for contractions."

"Do you think we would have laughed at you?" Juntae asked softly.

"No. But I wanted to protect you. From my chaos."

Hyun-tak ran a hand through his hair, shaken.

"You protected us… but you were all alone. You could have died in a corner, and we would have never known why."

Humin's voice was more shaky now.

"And her, Y/N… Does she love you?"

Si-eun nodded slowly.

"Yes. She's never said it in words. But I see it. Every day. In her silences. In the way she waits for me. The way she looks at me when I come home."

Hyun-tak sat down next to him, for the first time.

"And you? How do you love her?"

Si-eun closed his eyes. For a long moment.

Then he replied, in a hoarse voice:

"Like a shipwrecked person loves the shore. Like winter loves the light. I love her… defenselessly."

A profound silence fell.

And then, gently, Juntae sat down in turn. Then Humin.

They stayed there, all four of them, in a circle, as in the old days… but changed.

Humin finally murmured:

"You should have trusted us sooner."

"I know," Si-eun whispered.

Hyun-tak looked up at him.

"You're not alone, idiot. Not now. Not after all this."

A breath escaped Si-eun. Something like a sigh. Or the beginning of relief.

Humin placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We're going to help you. Not because you deserve it or not. But because we're here. Do you understand that?"

Si-eun nodded, unable to speak.

He had never asked to be saved.

But sometimes, the simple fact that someone offers you a hand is enough to pull you back from the edge.

And that day, for the first time in a long time, he felt less alone.

Not saved. Not yet.

But less alone.

And that was already huge.

---

His friends had been badgering him for two days.

"We want to meet her."

"She's carrying your baby, dude. That's literally family now."

"If you refuse again, I swear I'll tell all the supervisors you're hiding a pregnant woman in a dodgy apartment."

They hadn't let up. And Si-eun, despite all his resistance, had finally given in.

Reluctantly.

Because it was Y/N. Because she didn't like being the center of attention. Because she had experienced too much judgment. Too many heavy silences and sharp looks. But he had finally told them about her, and something in their eyes had reassured him.

They weren't there to judge her.

They were there to understand. To share.

And, perhaps, to love.

It was 6:34 PM when they arrived at the apartment door.

Humin was holding a plastic bag filled with snacks and drinks. Juntae had bought a pack of baby socks, too small, but so cute that even Si-eun hadn't been able to complain. Hyun-tak, for his part, hadn't said anything during the whole trip, but his gaze betrayed a feverish concentration, as if he were preparing to take an oral exam.

Si-eun looked at them, one eyebrow raised.

"You guys remind me of high schoolers going to meet their girlfriend's parents."

Hyun-tak sighed, nervous:

"And you look like a single dad expecting a social services inspection."

A small, discreet smile appeared on Si-eun's lips, but he didn't reply.

He opened the door.

The apartment was modest. An empty living room, with only an old rug in the center, a two-seater sofa, and a small, wobbly coffee table. The bedroom at the back was closed. The walls were clean but bare. The air smelled of rice, laundry detergent, and something sweet… like the scent of warm milk or cotton.

Y/N appeared in the doorway.

Small figure, oversized sweater, pregnancy pants that fell a little over her ankles. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. Her complexion was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. But she was smiling. Gently. With a charming reserve.

She bowed slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"Hello."

The boys bowed in return, awkwardly.

"Hello!"

"Nice to meet you!"

"We're the goons who hang out with Si-eun."

Y/N giggled. A light, shy, but sincere sound.

Yeon Si-eun closed the door behind them in silence. He stood near Y/N, out of reflex. She gently reached out to grab a piece of his sleeve. Just for a second. As if to draw a little courage.

Humin approached first.

"I'm Humin. Thank you for having us. We're really happy to meet you. Finally, Y/N. Si-eun told us everything. Well, not everything, but… now we know."

Y/N nodded, a little lost in the words.

Juntae followed, a childlike smile on his lips.

"We brought a little something. I don't know if it'll be useful right away, but… it was too cute."

He handed her the tiny socks.

Y/N took them, hesitant, then her eyes widened.

"Oh…" she murmured. "They're adorable."

She looked up at him, sincere.

"Thank you so much."

Hyun-tak stayed a little behind, arms crossed, then approached slowly.

"I… I'm not very good at these kinds of meetings. But… you seem nice. And brave."

Y/N lowered her eyes, touched.

Si-eun watched the scene. In silence. His heart was beating faster than usual. It wasn't stress. It was… something else. A form of total vulnerability. He no longer controlled the situation. He was no longer protecting Y/N behind barriers. He was exposing her to the gaze of those he loved most after her.

And she was smiling.

She was radiant.

She was offering his friends that discreet light that he thought only he could see.

They all sat down on the floor, for lack of chairs. Y/N offered them tea, then sat down carefully on the sofa. Her hands rested on her stomach. She spoke little but listened attentively.

Humin told an embarrassing story about Si-eun from their first year. Juntae imitated a teacher with unexpected comedic talent. Hyun-tak, despite his silence, observed Y/N with growing tenderness.

And Si-eun? He was there. A little apart. Both present and absent.

He listened to them laugh. Watching Y/N laugh. He said nothing. But inside, something was opening up. Like a door they thought was sealed shut, slowly opening under a warm light.

He even surprised himself by smiling. Not out of obligation. Not to reassure. But because the scene before him was… beautiful.

Y/N, shyly, recounted how Si-eun had fallen asleep half-sitting while massaging her ankles. The boys laughed. Si-eun grumbled, but his gaze remained fixed on her. Fascinated.

At one point, she got up to get a cushion and moved slowly. The boys followed her with their eyes. Her stomach was visible now. Fragile roundness. Promise of life.

Juntae murmured, without even realizing it:

"It's crazy. She's carrying a mini you."

Humin nodded, touched:

"And she's doing it with so much grace…"

Si-eun felt his throat tighten.

Y/N returned, sat down carefully. Then she looked at the boys, hesitated, and murmured:

"I'm glad you're here. He doesn't talk much, but… he cares about you. A lot."

They all fell silent, surprised.

Then Hyun-tak murmured:

"We care about him too. And about you, now."

A discreet tear rolled down Y/N's cheek. She wiped it away quickly, embarrassed.

"Sorry. I'm tired. And emotional."

"Don't worry," Humin said gently. "You can cry. We're getting used to it. Si-eun does the same when he watches commercials with baby dogs."

Si-eun's dark glare triggered a general burst of laughter.

Y/N laughed too. A soft, fragile, but whole laugh.

And at that moment, Si-eun understood something.

He was no longer alone.

Neither was she.

This small, empty living room had become a place of love. Of connections. Of tenderness.

And as the evening slowly faded, as the boys mentally noted the sofa to be changed, the table that was too low, the empty wall to decorate, Si-eun looked at his friends and the woman he loved.

And he thought, for the first time in a long time, that maybe… just maybe… he was going to make it.

---

They had never said they loved her. Not out loud. But she had understood.

The little acts of kindness had started like accidents, or at least, that's what they pretended. None of the boys wanted to admit that they had become attached to Y/N. For them, she was "Si-eun's girlfriend," "the future mom," "the quiet girl," and above all: not their problem. At least, that's what they had said, in the beginning.

But their actions quickly contradicted their words.

The first, of course, had been Hyun-tak. He had shown up one afternoon with a baby crib, half-assembled, the screws in a plastic bag he had almost forgotten on the bus. He had knocked on the door like a hurried delivery man, then slipped into the apartment with the energy of a guy who knew exactly what he was doing.

"The kid's gotta sleep somewhere, right?" he had said, putting the boxes on the floor.

Y/N's eyes had widened. Si-eun, for his part, had remained stoic.

"Are you moving in now?" he had asked in a dry tone.

Hyun-tak had glanced at him over his shoulder. "It's not for you, blockhead. It's for her."

He had pointed at Y/N with his chin, as if it were obvious, as if the question didn't even arise. Then he had started screwing the pieces of the crib together, never really asking where to put it. He had acted as if he were part of the household.

And in a way, he already was.

The sofa had come later, and with it, Humin, in grand style.

He had entered the apartment as if announcing a global surprise.

"TA-DAA!" he had yelled, holding a small delivery receipt in one hand and a half-eaten banana in the other. "I found the sofa of the century! And guess what, Y/N? It even has a built-in footrest."

She had laughed. For real. A discreet but clear burst, almost surprised herself at how it made her feel. She hadn't laughed much lately. And there, faced with Humin's ridiculousness, she had felt… light.

Humin, proud as a peacock, hadn't stopped grumbling at Si-eun when he had dared to criticize the color.

"Hey, it's not for you! Have you seen your taste? If I had listened to you, She would still be sitting on the floor!"

One day, while Si-eun was working after school, the boys had accompanied him to his student job in a dingy little cafe. Juntae had sat at a table, legs crossed, a newspaper upside down in front of him, as if he were overseeing a top-secret operation.

"I'll have a coffee every ten minutes. And you better make sure you don't serve me the dregs, got it?" he had said, his gaze mocking.

Meanwhile, Humin would sneak behind the counter whenever the boss had his back turned, starting to wipe glasses or making faces at the customers.

Hyun-tak, more discreet, had simply folded napkins at an inhuman speed, visibly determined to let Si-eun go home earlier.

"You gotta go home, man," he had whispered to Si-eun. "She's waiting for you. And it's not good for her to be stressed. She sleeps badly when you're not there."

"Since when are you her obstetrician?" Si-eun had muttered.

Hyun-tak had just smiled at him. "Since you started being the guy who moans in his sleep while whispering her name."

But it was perhaps that day that they had really crossed over: the day they had seen her alone in the street.

Y/N was carrying a backpack and two shopping bags, her face tired, her hair pulled back, walking slowly along the main shopping street. Si-eun was still at school that day, held back for a presentation.

The boys had spotted her from afar.

"That's her, right?" Juntae had said, a little surprised.

They hadn't quite known what to do. She hadn't seen them yet. But what they had seen were the looks.

That elderly couple staring at her with a disapproving frown. Those students whispering. That guy who had slowed down as he passed by, as if to double-check what he thought he had seen.

And without even conferring, the three boys had stepped forward.

Humin had appeared at her side first, his smile big and bright.

"HEY! You were shopping without us? You know that breaks my heart?"

Y/N had startled, surprised, then started to smile shyly.

"We were just passing by," Juntae had added, placing himself right next to her to take a bag. "See? You don't even need to ask. We read your mind."

Hyun-tak had said nothing. He had just stood on the other side of the street, arms crossed, his gaze dark, scanning the passersby like a silent bodyguard. And strangely, the looks had become more discreet, the whispers had stopped.

Y/N hadn't suspected a thing.

She had just thought they were there for her. And they were.

The gestures had continued.

Juntae, one evening, had left a box of vitamins in front of their door, without saying anything. A small note on it simply read: "For her. Not for you, Si-eun. You're a lost cause."

Another time, Humin had brought back a whale-shaped nightlight that he had found "too cute to be left there" and had placed it on the table unceremoniously.

"It makes different colors, look!" he had said, all excited, frantically pressing the buttons.

Y/N, seeing him do that, had had tears in her eyes. Not because it was inherently moving, but because this nightlight, this unnecessary gesture, this absurdity... it was the first time in a long time that she had felt cherished.

And when she had turned to Si-eun that evening, she had whispered, almost to herself:

"I think they like me."

He had shrugged. But a smile was gently stretching his lips.

"They have good taste."

With each gesture, the boys made a point of reminding him that nothing was for him.

When Hyun-tak had changed the bathroom light bulbs:

"Not for you. She's the one who needs them."

When Juntae had installed blackout curtains in the bedroom:

"It's not for your baby sleep, huh, it's so she can take naps without getting a headache."

When Humin had brought a speaker to play soft music:

"If you use it to listen to weird rap, I'm taking it back."

Si-eun said nothing. But each gesture melted away a part of his armor. He had spent months fighting alone. Carrying the whole world. And now, these idiots were stealing his burdens one by one, as if they had always been there.

Y/N saw it too. She saw how, thanks to them, Si-eun was starting to breathe.

And she too, was letting herself be carried. Just a little. Enough to smile more often. Enough to laugh when Humin complained that the baby didn't talk to him when he put his head against her belly.

"I'm sure he doesn't like me. It's a conspiracy."

"He's sleeping, idiot," Si-eun would reply.

But the most beautiful thing was what they didn't say.

It was the time they had covered the fridge with little notes for her. Encouragement. Jokes. Badly drawn animals.

It was the time they had all cooked a terrible but edible meal, and Y/N had pretended it was delicious.

It was the time they had all slept in the living room "just in case she goes into labor tonight," even though she was six months along.

And every time they did something, they would look Si-eun straight in the eye and say:

"This isn't for you."

But they both knew that it was precisely for the two of them. Because they were a family now. And in this circle they formed without even trying, Y/N had found a place she hadn't even suspected she deserved.

But they had known it from the beginning.

---

A few weeks later

A routine had settled in. Slowly. Y/N progressed in her pregnancy, with her gentle silences and light smiles. Si-eun, more tired than ever, juggled classes, odd jobs, and a thousand responsibilities. And the boys—Juntae, Humin, Hyun-tak—kept showing up, pretending not to get too attached, even though it had been too late for a long time.

They formed a strange family. Lopsided. Woven with awkwardness, burnt coffee, and animal-shaped nightlights. But a real family, in their own way.

Until that Saturday.

It was supposed to be a normal afternoon. The boys were out buying silly things for the baby's room. Humin absolutely wanted to find a cloud-shaped garland. Juntae grumbled. Hyun-tak followed, his gaze lost.

And then they saw him.

Si-eun.

Standing in front of a downtown pastry shop. With a girl.

Not Y/N.

A girl taller than Y/N, hair down, tight jeans, loud laugh. She had placed her hand on Si-eun's arm. He hadn't pushed her away. He was laughing too. A frank, complicit laugh.

It lasted three seconds.

Three seconds where their whole world crumbled.

Humin was the first to speak.

"No... No, don't tell me he..."

Juntae, pale, jaw clenched: "It's a joke. It's a fucking joke."

And Hyun-tak. He said nothing. He just clenched his fists. His knuckles white. His gaze dark.

Not one of them thought to ask questions. Not one thought that maybe—just maybe—there was an explanation.

Because they had seen Si-eun's smile.

And for them, it was betrayal.

That same evening.

They hadn't given him time to go home.

They had waited for him outside his work. Like an ambush.

It was cold. The sky hung low. And in their eyes, there was no tenderness left.

Si-eun had seen them from afar. He had known.

But he hadn't run.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, calm but defensive.

Hyun-tak stepped forward first.

"Does she know?"

His voice was dry. Brittle.

Si-eun frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Humin exploded.

"WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?! About you hanging out with another chick while Y/N is sleeping in your bed with your kid in her belly! Do you want us to draw you a picture?!"

Juntae spat on the ground. "Have you been messing with us from the start, or did you just change your mind?"

Si-eun took a step back. Shocked. Not by their words. But by their hatred.

"Wait... You think I'm cheating on her?"

"What am I supposed to think?!" Humin yelled. "I saw you! You were laughing, you... you were looking at her like... like you've never looked at Y/N!"

"She touched your arm, damn it!" Juntae added. "She touched you, and you did nothing!"

The tension was electric. Si-eun could have hit them. He could have screamed. But he stood there, frozen. His heart pounding as if it would burst out of his ribs.

"She was the new gynecologist," he said finally. In a sharp tone.

Silence.

But he didn't let them breathe.

"Y/N had back pain. She didn't want to go out. So I took her tests, her papers, I went to talk to the specialist in her place. She laughed because I asked if she could prescribe candy instead of folic acid. And I laughed too. Because I was exhausted. And for once, I just… breathed. For a minute. One fucking minute."

He approached. Slowly. His gaze dark. Icy.

"And you… You think I betrayed her? You think I'm that guy?"

Hyun-tak faltered.

But Humin, still seething, spat: "We think you had no right to smile like that with someone else."

This time, Si-eun laughed. A harsh laugh. Joyless.

"I don't have the right to smile? Seriously? I haven't slept more than three hours a night for two months. I work during the day, I stay up at night. I get up at five in the morning to find oranges because Y/N was craving them. I canceled all my friends, all my plans, I sold my console, my clothes, everything I had for this kid. But because I smiled for two seconds, I become an asshole?!"

Humin lowered his head.

Juntae, jaw tight, was clutching his bag so hard the seams were creaking.

But Hyun-tak, slowly, stepped forward. His face had softened. He placed a hand on Si-eun's shoulder.

"We panicked."

"You exploded," Si-eun corrected.

Hyun-tak came closer, hesitant. He had never been good with words. But now, he had to find them.

"We saw you smile. Sincerely. And… I think it scared us. Because we don't see you smile like that anymore. Not often. Even with her."

He grimaced. Struck by his own truth.

"We were afraid you were looking for air somewhere else."

Si-eun looked at him, frowning. Then more softly:

"And you think I have the luxury of breathing elsewhere? You think I even have time to imagine such a thing? Y/N, she's…"

His voice broke for a moment.

"She's my choice. My world. My damn promise. I'm standing because she's there. And the day she believes I'm looking elsewhere, she'll collapse. And so will I."

Silence returned. But it was different this time.

Full of shame. And recognition.

Humin finally approached.

"We're idiots."

"Top-tier," Juntae agreed.

And Hyun-tak offered a wry smile.

"But idiots because we care about her," Hyun-tak murmured. "And we care about you too, even if you're a dumbass."

Si-eun looked at him. For a long time. And sighed.

He didn't forgive them. He didn't hug them. Not tonight.

But he stayed there. Looking at them, his eyes burning.

And that was enough.

For this time.

---

It was the holidays. Finally.

Not that it changed anything for them: no one had really had time to rest for months. But the very idea of vacation sounded like a miracle. No more classes, no more endless schedules, just... an imminent birth to manage.

Super relaxing.

And that night, it happened.

Y/N was in pain. A lot of pain. Then a lot, lot more pain. She had huffed, groaned, insulted everyone except Si-eun (and even then, maybe "move or I'll decapitate you" counted). Si-eun, for his part, had gone into robot mode: suitcase, papers, blanket, water bottle, tight smile.

Direction: the hospital.

And there, it was chaos.

Hours. Screams. Cold sweats. Contractions every five, then three, then one minute. Midwives coming and going. And in the middle, Si-eun, pale, clinging to Y/N's hand, muttering under his breath: "We'll get through this. We'll get through this. We'll get through this..."

And then... the cry.

A first one. Loud. Piercing.

The world stopped for a second.

It was her. Their baby.

Si-eun felt his legs give way a little. Tears in his eyes, heart in pieces.

But just as he was about to collapse with relief...

"OH. MY. GOD." exclaimed the midwife.

Y/N blinked. "What now?"

"There's another one!"

Si-eun: "...Excuse me?"

TWO.

There were two.

Two babies. Twins.

Si-eun stood motionless. He watched the doctors bustling around, Y/N collapsing with fatigue, the two babies crying like sirens... and his soul temporarily left his body.

Two.

Two bottles. Two diapers. Two pacifiers. Two reasons to never sleep again.

The boys didn't arrive until dawn.

Rushed, disheveled, still bleary-eyed. Hyun-tak had an empty coffee cup. Humin was wearing his t-shirt inside out. Juntae... Juntae had forgotten his shoes.

"WE'RE HERE!" Humin yelled, opening the door. "WE'RE HERE, SI-EUN!"

Si-eun raised his head, looking like a man who had seen war. Literally. Hair a mess, bloodshot eyes, dark circles that would make a panda cry.

"Shut up. Y/N is sleeping. And wash your hands."

"Dude..." Hyun-tak blinked. "Is it me or... are there two of them?"

Silence.

The three of them froze.

Their eyes went from the two cribs... to Si-eun.

Then back to the cribs.

Then back to Si-eun.

Humin was the first to speak:

"Did you click on the baby twice online or something?"

Juntae, in a grave tone: "Dude... Is this a system bug? Was there a 'buy one, get one free' promotion?"

Hyun-tak, more calmly: "Make just one baby was too much to ask, huh ? I'm out. This is too much."

But he didn't move.

Si-eun stared at them. Slowly. Coldly.

"Two. Two babies. And I swear, I already love them. But if you laugh even ONE MORE TIME, I'll hit you with an iron baby bottle."

Humin approached, leaned over the twins.

"Is... Is this real?"

One of the babies sneezed.

Humin jumped back as if she had fired a laser beam. "IT MOVED!"

"Well, it's a baby, Humin, not a Greek statue," Si-eun muttered.

Juntae, hands on his head: "You really have two. That's... wow. You're officially dead, man. RIP."

Hyun-tak had advanced more slowly. He observed. Then whispered, with an almost moving seriousness:

"They're so tiny. They look like... living noodles. But like... cute ones."

Si-eun grimaced.

"Is that supposed to be endearing?"

"It's Hyun-tak, man. Don't try to understand."

But none of them said the real thing. The real thought.

He did it. He really did it. And they're here. They're his. Theirs, a little.

And then, Humin, barely washed (badly, probably), reached out towards one of the cribs.

"Can I?"

"Did you wash your hands?" Si-eun raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!"

"Soap? Between your fingers? Your nails?"

"...I'll be right back."

Half an hour later, after finally passing Si-eun's germaphobic security, the boys were able to approach, one by one.

Humin melted.

"She looked at me. It's settled. I'm her godfather."

"No one said that."

"She CHOSE me."

Juntae took a photo. Then two. Then thirty.

"I'm going to make an album. Title: 'Si-eun Before the Fall.'"

Hyun-tak, more discreet, placed a finger against the tiny hand of one of the girls.

She gripped it.

He said nothing. But he stayed there for a long time, his gaze blurry, as if he were remembering something he had never had.

Si-eun watched them.

And sighed.

"You're going to be terrible godfathers."

"The worst," Humin confirmed.

"But they'll always have someone," Hyun-tak added softly.

Si-eun closed his eyes for a moment.

Then smiled.

Tired. Battered. But whole.

"Yeah. They'll have us."

And it was terrifying.

But it was also perfect.

In their own way.

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