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summary: in which harin takes a test

set: early sep 2024

word count: 3.9k

warnings: swearing; mention of menstruation, food, childbirth

an: it’s done finally! sorry if the ending seems rushed, i so desperately wanted to finish this. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist

Harin swatted Dongwook’s hands away as she applied her blush. He had spent the last ten minutes trying to distract her, but she had to get ready for her dinner with Tiffany and Yoona. It had been a while since the three women had seen each other and, since they were the only of the members available to meet up, they decided to do just that.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” she lightly scolded, glancing at him through the mirror. She resisted an eye roll at the slight pout on his face.

“Why?” He asked, once again reaching for her hip. He pulled her body back against his and started pressing kisses to the back of her neck. “Just stay home with me.”

A laugh bubbled out of Harin’s throat at her husband’s behaviour. “That’s not an option. I already told Tiffany and Yoona that I’d be at dinner, there’s no getting out of it now, not without a real and legitimate reason.” Dongwook sighed behind her, the action tickling her skin. “You’re acting like I’m leaving forever, I’ll be back by nine,” she pointed out, swapping the blush for mascara.

“I thought you guys were just going to dinner.” He raised an accusatory eyebrow. “If your reservation is for half-past six, then what’s taking you so long?”

“Have you forgotten that my members like to talk?” She asked, carefully running the wand through her eyelashes. One of Dongwook’s hands moved to rest on her stomach, and she placed her unoccupied hand on top of his. “Besides, don’t act like you don’t have a crazy night ahead of you,” she teased, grinning when he pinched the skin of her hip.

The ‘crazy night’ in question involved feeding Haesoo her dinner then taking her through her nighttime routine before putting her to bed. By the time Harin arrived back home, Haesoo would have been asleep for at least an hour, meaning Dongwook would have an hour to do whatever he felt like (he’ll probably clean). As if she knew she was being talked about, Haesoo called out from their room, demanding attention. Dongwook pressed one last kiss on Harin’s shoulder before popping out of their bathroom. If it weren’t for the fact that their dogs made it their mission to always be watching Haesoo, Harin would’ve kicked Dongwook out of the bathroom ages ago.

Harin tried, and failed, to suppress the smile that always, always grew on her face when hearing her husband and daughter have their silly little conversations. Haesoo mostly babbled but she made sure to sprinkle in a few words here and there. The fact that Haesoo was turning one in two weeks threw her for a loop. Last time she checked, Haesoo was still five months old, babbling on a FaceTime call because Harin missed her little girl whilst she was on tour.

The vibrating of her phone pulled her from her thoughts. She swapped the mascara for lipstick, swiping it along her lips. Picking up her phone, she opened her messages and brought out her jewellery box.

Tiffany Hwang [18:12] I’m here! 💗

Im Yoona [18:14] You’re there already?

Im Yoona [18:14] Why so early?

Tiffany Hwang [18:15] I finished my schedule earlier than expected

Tiffany Hwang [18:15] Now I’m just having a drink, celebrating

Im Yoona [18:15] Celebrating what?

Tiffany Hwang [18:15] My period ends today!!!

Im Yoona [18:16] It’s a good day today~~

Harin sent cheering emojis before turning her phone off. She put on a pair of gold earrings, wearing a matching necklace. Just as she was about to reach for her rings, she paused her movement, her mind racing a mile a minute. Tiffany’s period finished today, she thought. Her period finished today. When does mine end? Did mine start? My period… She picked her phone up and went to her period tracking app, seeing that she didn’t bleed in the month of August. It wasn’t the first time Harin missed her period, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in the back of her mind that said that this time was different.

“You’re stressing over nothing, Harin,” she mumbled, putting her phone back down. But still… She picked her phone up and unlocked it, quickly going to a convenience store website and ordering a packet of pregnancy tests. The tests weren’t going to arrive before she left, so she’d have to wait until she came back to check for herself. Checking herself in the mirror, she decided she was good to go and left the bathroom.

Dongwook gasped dramatically, drawing Haesoo’s attention from her toys. Poppins and Cucumber raised their heads then went back to lying down. “Oh, look at eomma,” he told his daughter, who started clapping.

“Pretty!” She cheered, looking proud of herself for saying the word her dad taught her for this very reason: to compliment Harin. The woman quickly forgot about her previous stress when she saw how excited her daughter was to see her.

“Do you think I look pretty, my love?” Harin picked up her daughter from the bed and pressed kisses to her cheeks, her heart squeezing at Haesoo’s giggles. She pressed a final kiss to her forehead and held Haesoo at her hip. The young girl reached for the end of Harin’s hair, running her fingers through it. Ever since Harin cut her hair short, Haesoo enjoyed playing with it.

“Why don’t you react like that when I compliment you?” Dongwook questioned.

“You’re not an eleven month old,” Harin quipped, smirking at the annoyed grunt he let out. She walked out of the bedroom, Dongwook trailing behind her with her bag in one hand and her knee-high boots in the other, not surprised to not hear the pitter-patter of the dogs’ footsteps. They would only move if Haesoo wanted them to.

When they got downstairs, Harin placed Haesoo on the ground and took her shoes from Dongwook, pressing a kiss to his cheek in thanks. She put them on and shouldered her bag.

“Do I look okay?” She asked.

Dongwook titled his head, pretending to evaluate her outfit. His eyes trailed over her cream high-neck halter top and denim maxi skirt. He sighed, lowering down to a crouch and taking Haesoo in his arms. “I’m not sure,” he said. “How does eomma look?” He asked the toddler.

“Pretty!”

“I think the same,” he said, sending a wink Harin’s way. He stood up, holding Haesoo in his arms. “Say bye-bye,” he instructed.

Harin would be a liar if she said her heart didn’t squeeze at the frown Haesoo made at the realisation that she would be leaving. She watched her daughter wave at her and stepped forward, pressing a kiss to the young girl’s cheek.

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Mo’ning?” Haesoo asked.

“I’ll wake you up with a song,” she promised, and watched as Haesoo began to smile. “Goodnight, my princess.”

“And what about me?” Dongwook questioned. “Do I get a kiss?”

Harin hummed as if deciding. “I don’t know. Should I give appa a kiss?” She asked her daughter, who immediately nodded. Dongwook wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her close to him and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, tender, Dongwook’s arm pulling her impossibly closer as he pressed his lips firmer against hers. Haesoo let out a short giggle at her parents’ display of affection.

Harin pulled back with a laugh. “I have to go now if I don’t want to be late,” she said, walking to the garage. “Have fun, my darlings.”

“You too, babe!”

Harin rolled her eyes at the joke Yoona made, a soft smile on her face. She took a sip of her soda, watching as Tiffany tried not to choke on her food, too busy laughing.

“Wait, wait,” she managed between a few coughs, holding up a hand. “Give me a second.” Once she regained her composure, she chewed her food and swallowed.

“Why didn’t you do that before?” Yoona teased before popping a roll of kimbap into her mouth.

“You were busy making me laugh!”

“Even when I leave home, I’m surrounded by children,” Harin groaned, picking up a leaf of lettuce and placing some beef inside.

“We’re more mature than Haesoo,” Yoona complained, her mouth still full of food.

Harin squinted her eyes at her member, showing her disbelief. “You guys even eat the same.” She shoved the wrap into her mouth.

“She doesn’t even know how to hold chopsticks!” Tiffany argued, her face going slightly red — whether that was from the alcohol or indignation was up for debate. “She doesn’t even know how to jump!”

Yoona nodded in agreement, having swallowed her food. “We know how to hold chopsticks,” she said in defense of her and Tiffany.

“And jump!” Tiffany added.

“But speaking of her, how is she?” Yoona asked. “Last time I saw her, she didn’t want to go near me until I gave her a toy,” she said, letting out a frustrated huff of air.

Harin felt her lips quirk up at the memory of Haesoo clinging to her, refusing to go to Yoona. “She probably just doesn’t remember you,” Harin had explained, trying not to laugh at how Yoona was sulking on the couch. “This is why you have to show her pictures and videos of me, so she doesn’t forget me,” she had whined in response.

“She’s fine. She’s recently been trying to sleep in the dog beds, which is lovely.”

Tiffany chuckled. “At least she's not eating the dog food?” She shrugged her shoulders. “Look at the bright side,” she encouraged.”

“I was talking about this with Sooyoung unnie,” Yoona began, “and we can’t believe she’s going to be one years old so soon. It feels like just yesterday you texted us that you gave birth.”

Harin felt the same way. She remembered the day she gave birth as if it were yesterday. It was almost midnight and she was so, so relieved to have given birth before the 22nd, as that was Hyoyeon’s birthday. That was the reason she held off on telling her friends and family that she had given birth. That and the fact that she was exhausted. On the 23rd, she sent a picture to every important person in her life, along with a short message: Lee Haesoo was born on the 21st of September at 23:51.

“Yeah. She walks and talks now.” Harin reached for her glass, taking a sip of the soda. “We’ve been singing Happy Birthday to her everyday for the past month to make sure that she doesn’t get startled when everyone starts singing for her.”

Tiffany and Yoona laughed at the visual. Haesoo’s birthday lunch was going to fall on her birthday, and Harin and Dongwook had invited friends and family to it. It wasn’t going to be a grand event by any means, just a lunch spread, a cake, and, finally, the doljabi.

“I’m so excited!” Yoona squealed. “I had so much fun shopping for her gift.”

“I’m sure you wanted to buy something for yourself as well,” Harin joked, smiling sweetly when Yoona pouted.

“I’m so sorry I’m missing it,” Tiffany apologised, not for the first time. “I’ve got practices and performances and–”

“I know,” Harin interrupted, placing her hand atop hers. Despite the indifference of her tone, her expression was sincere. “Doing a play’s a lot of work.” She shrugged. “This just means you have to be at all her other birthday parties,” she quipped, tapping Tiffany’s hand before pulling hers away.

Yoona laughed, throwing her head back at the face Tiffany made. “She looks so displeased.”

“But are you going to celebrate her birthday every year?” Tiffany asked hesitantly, trying to school her expression. “You don’t even celebrate your birthday every year,” she pointed out.

“Well, we’re not going to do a party every year, sometimes we’ll buy a cake and call it a day,” Harin said. “And then, when she’s older, if she says she wants a party every year, what choice will I have?”

“You’re a good mom,” Yoona commented, catching Harin by surprise.

“All of a sudden?”

“We all know it,” Tiffany said. “You’re amazing with Haesoo.”

“I know that,” Harin replied. If Tiffany and Yoona didn’t know her as well as they did, Harin would worry that they’d interpret her words to be cocky or arrogant, and not to be grateful. Of course she knew that she was a good mother, but she didn’t mind being told so every now and then. “Anyways, that’s enough talking about me.”

The conversation was then steered into Tiffany talking about her practice woes and how demanding the play was. As she gave Tiffany advice with how to deal with the exhaustion and body aches, she couldn’t help but feel lighter. As much as she loved spending her days at home with her husband and daughter, she also cherished the moments that led her outside with friends. This was just what she needed.

Harin put her hand on the doorknob, pushing the door open so she could walk inside. She didn’t turn on the light, instead letting the light from the hallway illuminate Haesoo’s room. Walking to the cot, Harin leaned over it and peaked inside, checking on Haesoo. The young girl was sleeping peacefully and would probably only wake up once during the night. Some days, she would sleep through the night, others she would wake up for a feeding.

Walking back to the door, Harin closed it, leaving it slightly ajar. She walked down the hallway to her room, pushing open the door.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Dongwook greeted, resting on the bed in his pyjamas. In his lap was a stack of papers, but he was scrolling through something on his phone.

Harin raised her eyebrow, her eyes zeroing in on the papers. “Is that work?”

Dongwook, to his credit, had the courtesy to look sheepish. As a couple, the two decided to not do anything work-related in their bedroom. Since they were both workaholics, they needed to establish boundaries between their work life and personal life. “I know, I know. But I just wanted to lay down and read my script.”

She placed her bag on the bench, pulling her socks off her feet. “It looks like you’re on your phone.”

“Well–” he rolled his eyes, scoffing– “I took a break.” His lips pulled up into a smile. “How was your evening?”

“Good,” she answered, moving through the bedroom to sit on one of the armchairs with a huff. “It’s always nice, seeing those rascals. How was your night?”

“A bit hard,” he sighed.

She began to take out her earrings. “Tantrum?”

Dongwook nodded. “She didn’t want to finish her food, and then she was upset that I took it away. It took me forever to calm her down.”

“Sorry, baby,” Harin apologised, removing her rings and bracelet. Whilst Haesoo was a relatively calm baby, she was still a baby, meaning she would get easily overwhelmed — by her environment and emotions — and cry. The fact that she wasn’t able to properly communicate what was wrong probably contributed to her frustration.

“It’s fine. She ate her dinner and she was fine after that.”

Harin nodded before standing up, collecting her jewellery in her hand. “Let me go change.” She disappeared into the bathroom, putting her jewellery in its respective cases. She retrieved her face wash and turned on the tap, lathing it onto her face so she could wash off her makeup. After she rinsed the soap off, she dried her face and applied her moisturiser.

“Oh, babe!” Dongwook called out.

Harin walked out the bathroom, standing by the bed as she fetched her pyjamas from behind her pillow. “Yeah?”

“A package you ordered came after you left,” he told her, pointing at her bedside table, where there was a small brown box.

Harin stared at the box, not recognising it. “Thanks.” She picked it up and started walking to the bathroom.

“Why don’t you change here?” Dongwook asked, putting his phone down.

Harin’s lips curled into a sly smirk as she looked at her husband. “I don’t want to distract you,” she teased, her eyes dipping down to look at the script across his lap. She laughed at the groan he let out, walking into the bathroom.

“I can multi-task!” He called out.

Harin bit her lip, concealing her smile as she put her pyjamas and the box on the counter. She shook the box gently, hearing a soft thudding sound. She made quick work of opening it, letting out a soft “Ah!” when she pulled out another box that had pregnancy tests. Somehow, her dinner with her members made her completely forget about her suspicions.

She looked anxiously to her bedroom, where she could hear Dongwook reading his lines aloud to himself, muttering under his breath. She knew he probably didn’t have time to go through his script during the day and that was why he was doing it now, so she didn’t want to disturb him, but she also didn’t want to take the test by herself. She let out a huff of air, resting her hands on the counter as she began to worry on her bottom lip, her eyebrows furrowing.

Trying to get out of her head, she focused on the soft sound of Dongwook redoing his lines with different intonations and emphasis on certain words, and felt her nerves settle a bit. Before she could change her mind, she walked back into the bedroom.

“Did you rethink my offer?” Dongwook asked. When she stayed quiet, he looked up at her, noticing how she was biting her lip. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Harin said, inwardly cursing the slight quiver to her voice. At Dongwook’s concerned look, she sighed. “Nothing’s wrong,” she repeated, her voice more clear and confident. “Um… Before I left, Tiffany said something about her period ending and it made me realise that I didn’t bleed last month. And I knew it was probably nothing, but there was… something that made me buy pregnancy tests, but I left before they got here, but they’re here now so…” she trailed off, looking at him expectantly. “Would you like to go find out if I’m pregnant?”

Dongwook gaped at her, a smile growing on his face, his eyes sparkling. “Yeah, let’s go,” he said, throwing the script to the side as he jumped off the bed.

Harin’s shoulder sagged, the tension leaving her body. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He stood in front of her, taking her hand in his and pressing a kiss to it. “Let’s go.”

They walked into the bathroom together, and Dongwook opened the box of pregnancy tests. They decided to do three tests, just to be sure, and read the instructions. They followed the instructions as written, placing the caps on all three tests when they were done and setting a five minute timer.

“Do you know what you want it to say?” Dongwook asked from his position on the floor. He watched as Harin paced back and forth in their bathroom.

Harin shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out when I’m about to flip the test over.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, whatever it says,” he began, his voice making Harin stop her movement, “it’ll be okay and the world will not end, okay?”

“Okay,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I’m probably worrying for nothing.”

“It’s okay to be nervous, baby,” he comforted, standing up with a groan. Harin’s lip twitched, a tease on the tip of her tongue. “But I’m here with you, you’re not alone.” He held his hand out, looking at her expectantly. She placed her hand in his, laughing when he pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her, beginning to sway in place.

“Do you know what you want it to say?” Harin asked softly; if it weren’t for the fact that her head was nestled into the juncture between his shoulder and his neck, he probably wouldn’t have heard her.

His chest rumbled slightly as he hummed. “I do.”

“Are you going to tell me?” Harin asked, when he offered no further answer.

Dongwook shook his head. “No.” He pulled back slightly, so Harin did the same. They looked each other in the eye, and Harin felt warmth spread in her chest at the sincerity she saw in Dongwook’s eyes. “I’m fine with anything, my beloved.”

Harin hummed in response. “Has it been five minutes yet?”

Dongwook laughed. “It’s been one and a half.”

“Fucking time,” she muttered. “You’ll have to entertain me until the timer’s up.”

“How would I even do that?” He complained, poking her side. She let out a yelp, scrambling to get out of his hold. “You have to keep quiet, baby,” he scolded, smirking at her, “Haesoo’s sleeping.”

“If you don’t tickle me, then I won’t make any loud noises,” she said, swatting his hands as he reached for her. She pointed to one side of the bathroom, swallowing a laugh when he obeyed. This damn man, she thought, and his need to distract me from my worries. How I love him.

A quiet settled in the bathroom, neither of them having anything to say. Harin continued to gnaw on her lip, tapping her foot incessantly and Dongwook checked the timer on his phone every five seconds.

“Do you want me to do a ten second countdown?” Dongwook asked, drawing Harin’s attention.

“Why would you do a ten second countdown?” Harin questioned.

Dongwook shrugged, still checking his phone. “To make it more exciting.” He didn’t wait for Harin to respond before he started counting backwards, until he got to zero.

Slowly, so slowly, Harin made her way to the bathroom counter. She took the tests out of the cup, wiping them with tissues. Bringing one close to her face she looked at the test window, a gasp leaving her mouth. She quickly checked the other two, seeing the same result. She felt Dongwook place a supportive hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles.

“What does it say?” He asked. Instead of speaking, she showed him the sticks, letting him check for himself. “What does that mean?”

“It’s positive,” she breathed out, feeling his body tense in shock. She looked at him through the mirror, seeing a slowly growing smile on his face.

“It’s positive?” He asked, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

She nodded, biting her lip – this time to conceal her smile, not as a nervous tick. “We’re having another baby,” she whispered, putting the sticks down. She turned around, his hands going to rest on her hips.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, still a bit shocked. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth on her body. “How do you feel about it?”

“I… I’m happy. And nervous. And a million other things.” She breathed out a sigh, a slight furrow working its way into her eyebrows. “You?”

“Same as you,” he answered and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, swallowing the chuckle she let out. “Another baby,” he muttered against her lips before deepening their kiss.

Later, they would properly discuss everything they needed to — telling Haesoo, booking doctors appointments, rearranging their schedules — but for now, they wanted to do nothing more than bask in their happiness.

tagging: @lyskooluv

an: cat’s out the bag (FINALLY). the last time i was around a baby was three years ago, so i dont really know how they speak or anything like that. i hope you enjoyed!

©️ jang harin

#snsd 9th member #QUEEN IS HAVING BABY NUMBER 2

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