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''two lines'' 𐬼☘︎︎☾𖧐𐬺𐬼 Park Sunghoon

★ PRECIS., A positive test. The reworked idol Park sunghoon. And a moment that changes everything. PAIRING. Idol!sunghoon x pregnat!reader GENRE. fluff. WARNING. Sensitive issues, unexpected pregnancy, emotional distress, uncertainty. ✽

Sunghoon is a famous Kpop idol who is constantly in the spotlight and often exhausted by his job. You are his long-time girlfriend and partner - calm, loyal and his refuge away from the stage. Together you live in a relationship between glamour and reality - until a positive pregnancy test changes everything.

The flat was quiet, far too quiet. Only the quiet humming of the fridge and the faint ticking of the wall clock could be heard. You sat curled up on the cool tiled floor of the bathroom, your hands shaking, and your gaze kept falling on the small white test strip. Two lines. Positive.

Your heart raced. Your chest tightened. Tears ran down your cheeks, you couldn't hold them back any longer. Everything suddenly felt too big, too heavy, too real.

You thought back to the last few weeks. How sick you often felt. How tired you felt. And how your body had slowly changed without you really noticing. And then the absence of your period. Today you finally gave yourself a jolt and took a test.

And now you were sitting there, pregnant.

With Sunghoon's baby.

Sunghoon. Your boyfriend. For two years. You recognise every facet of him - the charming smile on stage, the tired, almost broken face when he came home late at night, the deep voice with which he sometimes hugged you in your sleep and murmured that he loved you.

He had hardly been around recently. His diary was full. Tours, interviews, rehearsals, gigs. When he did turn up, he was exhausted and silent. You hardly spoke to each other any more. And you didn't want to burden him any more. So you kept quiet. About the nausea. About the fear. And now about the child inside you.

The front door clicked. You flinch. Footsteps. His. He was there again.

"Baby?" His voice was hoarse, raspy with exhaustion. You hear him throw his bag in the corner and hang his jacket on the coat rack. Then he stepped into the corridor, closer to the bathroom. "I'm home."

You quickly tuck the test into the sleeve of your jumper, stand up and splash cold water on your face to wipe away the traces of your tears. When you open the door, he's already there. Pale skin, dark circles under his eyes, a tired look - and yet a faint smile played around his lips when he saw you.

"Hey," he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You remained motionless.

"Everything all right?" he asked, frowning as he noticed your expressionless face.

You forced yourself to smile. "Yeah... Just tired."

"I'll have a quick shower, yeah? I stink of samples."

You nodded. Wordlessly. Watched him go into the bathroom. And then you felt it again - that pressure in your chest that was almost suffocating you. Quietly, you crept back into the bedroom, dropped onto the bed and buried your face in the pillow.

You wanted to tell him. You really wanted to. But ... How?

How were you supposed to tell him that your whole life had just changed without him knowing?

That you were carrying a little life under your heart while he could barely breathe under the weight of his own?

And so you continued to cry. Quietly. Secretly.

Because tonight you knew,

that you wouldn't tell him.

The bed felt cold, even if your skin was burning. Your mind raced, your stomach clenched and your fingers clawed at the blanket as if you'd lose your grip otherwise. You had turned onto your side, your face half buried in the pillow, but you sensed that he was back in the room.

Sunghoon's footsteps were quiet but familiar. You could almost see him, even though you weren't looking at him - the dripping wet hair falling down his forehead, his skin still steaming from the hot water, the loose towel reaching only to his waist.

He stopped for a moment. You felt his gaze resting on you. His breathing was calm, but heavy. Something about your posture made him pause.

"Have you been crying?" he asked suddenly.

Your heart stopped. You didn't move. Silence.

You heard him walk slowly to the dresser, pull fresh clothes from the drawer and hastily change - sweatpants, T-shirt, the usual clothes he wore when he was too tired to care.

Then the bed swayed slightly under his weight as he lay down next to you. His arm automatically slid around your waist as he always did, but this time your body tensed at his touch.

"Hey..." he whispered, straightening up a little.

You were pale. Far too pale. And you were shaking. Only now did he see it. Your shoulders twitched slightly, your lips were pale, your eyes glazed over.

"Baby?" His voice sounded worried now.

You forced yourself to look at him, but your gaze was blank. The tears had dried up, but your body was still responding. He sat up fully now and looked at you seriously.

"What's wrong with you? Are you ill? Do you have a fever?"

He placed a hand on your forehead, then on your cheek. His skin was warm, yours was ice cold.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Instead, slowly, almost mechanically, you reached into your sleeve And pulled out the test.

Two lines.

Sunghoon stared at it. Motionless.

Time stood still.

His face lost all colour. His lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words.

"I... I didn't want to tell you," you whisper. "Not today. Not like now. You're tired. You've already got enough on your plate. I thought... Maybe it's wrong. Maybe it will go away on its own. I was afraid, hoon."

He looked at you. And suddenly he was no longer the tired idol, no longer the overworked artist, but simply... the man who loved you.

He put the test aside, stretched his arms out to you and pulled you close.

"Hey... shh, shh... It's all good. You're not alone. I'm here, okay? I'm here."

And in that embrace, in the warmth of his body, you finally broke down. All the fear, the pain, the uncertainty - they came out in quiet sobs that he caught in his embrace.

"We'll get through this," he whispered into your hair, "I promise."

He held you for a long moment, his heart beating noticeably against your back, calmly, deeply, almost reassuringly. But then he slowly pulled away from you. His hands slid gently over your arms, his eyes searched your gaze - and this time there was no fear, no hesitation. Only warmth.

A gentle smile came to his lips, a genuine, honest smile, the likes of which you hadn't seen for a long time.

"Hey... look at me."

You blinked and looked at him with watery eyes.

He slid off the bed and knelt down in front of you. Without saying a word, he reached for your hand, placed it against his cheek and kissed it gently. Then he leant forward and placed his forehead against your stomach - very gently, as if there was already something sacred to protect.

"A little sunghoon... or a little Y/N..." he murmured and closed his eyes.

You could feel your lips trembling.

His hands placed themselves tenderly on your thighs and then he kissed them - gently, almost reverently. First the right one, then the left. Again and again, very gently, as if he wanted to thank you.

"I never thought I would ever... Become a father," he whispered against your skin. "But now that I know there's a little life growing inside you, ours.... I want it. You. You. I want to live every damn moment, even when I'm all fucked up, even when I only have five minutes between flights. I swear to you, I'll be there."

You tremblingly put a hand in his hair.

"I was so scared hoon," you whispered.

He looked up at you, his eyes shining. "I‘m scared too. But you know what?" He smiled wryly. "Scared means it's important to us. And this baby is the most important thing I've ever done. What we've ever done."

Tears streamed down your cheeks, but this time they were different. No fear. Not panic.

But hope.

And for the first time that day, you could breathe again.

Sunghoon remained kneeling in front of you for a moment, his hands on your thighs, his gaze soft, calm, honest. Then he slowly stood up, kissed your forehead and lay back down in bed with you.

He pulled you close immediately, so tight and warm, as if he wanted to protect you from the whole world with his embrace. Your cheek lay on his chest, you could feel his heart beating steadily. His hand ran through your hair, gently, reassuringly.

"I love you," he murmured softly, his voice already slightly sleepy. "More than you know."

You didn't answer immediately. You just lay there, wrapped up in his closeness, his scent, his warmth. For the first time in days, you felt safe.

"Me too," you finally whispered.

His lips gently placed themselves on your forehead. "We'll get through this. I promise."

His grip loosened a little, his breathing deepened.

And as you listened to his steady breathing, you felt your own thoughts slowly calm down. Exhaustion caught up with you, your eyelids grew heavy.

In his arms, close to him, with the little secret between the two of you that was no longer a secret... you finally fell asleep.

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