The city lights of Seoul blurred into soft streaks as the motorcycle glided along the Han River road. The night air was warm, scented with street food and spring blossoms. You held tightly onto your boyfriend’s jacket, your heartbeat racing—not from the speed, but from the secret you carried.

In front of you was Kang Joon-ho, your boyfriend of two years, his black helmet reflecting neon signs and passing cars. Joon-ho loved night rides. He said the road felt honest at night—no noise, no expectations, just motion and freedom.

You, however, felt anything but free.

You had asked him to pull over at Namsan Park, where the city stretched endlessly below them, glowing like a galaxy on Earth. Joon-ho parked the bike and removed his helmet, brushing his hair back with a smile.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his dark eyes full of concern. “You’ve been quiet the whole ride.”

You swallowed, your hands trembling as you reached for his. “Joon-ho… there’s something I need to tell you.”

The wind rustled the trees. Somewhere below, a couple laughed. Life went on, unaware that her world was about to change.

“I’m pregnant.” You spoke up your heart pounding.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop.

Joon-ho blinked, his face frozen in shock. The city noise faded, replaced by the sound of his own breathing. He opened his mouth, closed it, then whispered, “Pregnant…?”

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes. “I just found out. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was scared.”

He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he took off his gloves and held her hands tightly, grounding himself. His eyes searched hers—not with fear, but with something deeper.

“…You’re really pregnant?” he asked again, softer this time.