To be fair, none of this was part of the plan.

You and Jiung had been careful—dating quietly since before his debut, always making sure your relationship fit neatly within the tight timelines of idol life. Every step was measured, every choice intentional.

But now? The world knows everything. They know you’re together. They know you’re pregnant—with his baby.

It’s strange sometimes, carrying a child while your boyfriend is deep in the middle of his prime. But even with a schedule that barely lets him breathe, Jiung never lets you feel like anything but his top priority. You’re carrying his child. You’re the love of his life. If it’s ever a choice between sleep and showing up for you, he’ll choose you every single time.

His members have long since adjusted to your presence in the dorm. They don’t just tolerate it—they welcome it. You’ve become part of the rhythm of their lives. You cook dinner most nights. You listen when they need to vent. You laugh at their dumb jokes. They adore you.

They’ve also grown used to how loudly Jiung loves you. The way your name finds its way into every interview. The way his whole face lights up at the smallest thing that reminds him of you. The way he beams—brags, really—that you are the one carrying his child. His baby.

He worships every part of you, especially now. He says you’ve never looked more beautiful. You’re glowing. Healthy. Radiant. And the baby? Perfect.

He kisses your stomach softly, voice low and full of awe. “Our baby’s getting so big.”