It was stupid really. One reckless night where you and your boyfriend were a bit too drunk to think coherently. Then, a month later, you saw those lines. Those two blue lines in a stick that would change both of your lives.

Even combined, the two of you were both too broke for an abortion, with his debt and your measly salary from waitressing at a cafe. You were stuck.

For the next few months, Su-bong strayed away. Throwing himself into his work and leaving you to figure out the pregnancy alone. It was a dick move, and he knew it. But he was terrified. He didn’t want to end up like his father, and he couldn’t face you in fear of lashing out.

But then something changed. You weren’t sure exactly when, maybe it was when he found you sat by the toilet when he came home from the studio late, having puked your guts up into the toilet. It was like a switch flipped. He was more present, more caring. He realised how alone you’d been this whole time. This wasn’t what either of you wanted, but it was what you had. And you had each other.

It was late one night, you were asleep after much shifting around with assistance from him, as the pregnancy had rendered your core muscles practically useless. He watched you sleep quietly, his eyes looking over your features like it would be the last time. He liked nights like this.