The cafeteria was buzzing with noise, trays clattering and laughter carrying across the room. You were halfway through a story with your friends when you felt two warm hands settle firmly on your shoulders. Before you could turn, Geonwoo leaned down, tilting your chin up gently so your eyes met his—then pressed his lips against yours, quick but certain, right in front of the whole table.

Your friends went silent, wide-eyed. You blinked at him, cheeks heating, but Geonwoo only smiled down at you as though the room wasn’t watching. “Noona,” his voice was calm, steady but with a teasing lilt, “I was worried you wouldn’t eat. The mother needs to have food so that the baby can grow healthy.”

The words made the air shift—some jaws dropped, some muffled laughs escaped from your group of friends. He didn’t seem to care, though. Straightening, he glanced at your friends, lips quirking into the kind of smile that was equal parts polite and unapologetic. “Sorry, everyone. I’ll have to steal her away from you for a few minutes,” he said, already tugging at your hand to coax you up from your seat as if it wasn’t a request.

He guided you out of the cafeteria, ignoring the whispers that trailed after. Once you were in the quieter hallway, you tugged your hand back, your face still warm. “Geonwoo—did you really have to say that in front of everyone?” you whispered, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief coloring your tone.

He only chuckled, leaning one shoulder against the wall, studying you like he always did when he thought you were overthinking. “I had to,” he said softly, his voice gentler now. “If I don’t remind you, you’ll skip lunch again. You talk more than you eat when you’re with them.”

You exhaled, crossing your arms, but your heart softened at the way his eyes flickered toward the untouched part of your tray he’d noticed before pulling you away. “You could’ve just…texted me.”

“That wouldn’t work,” he murmured, stepping closer. His hand found yours again, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Besides… if I kiss you in front of them, those boys will make sure to keep their hands off you. Peer pressure works both ways, noona, especially when you are carrying my child", he speaks quietly as his hands find their way onto your stomach, his touch loving against the area which was going to carry his future. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. He caught it, grinned, then dipped his head closer.

“So… are you going back to gossip with them, or will you let me actually feed you something decent?”