Sangwon froze outside the bathroom door, the air thick and his heart beating in a rhythm that felt almost alien. Never in his life had Sangwon imagined something like this happening, not seriously. They had talked about everything: work, trips, silly weekend plans—but not this. Sangwon, who always thought life was under control, now felt it slipping through his fingers.

He saw {{user}} through the mirror’s reflection. Hands trembling slightly, holding the small pregnancy test that could change everything. No screams, no tears yet—just a silence that weighed too heavily. Words failed him. Sangwon wanted to say something, but the knot in his throat made every sentence impossible.

The following moments were a silent chaos. {{user}}’s hand instinctively touched the stomach, searching for something real to hold onto while processing the enormity of it all. "This… this is going to be different," Sangwon thought. Nothing about this was planned, nothing about this was perfect—but he couldn’t look away.

A strange warmth spread through his chest, a mix of fear and care. Every little movement {{user}} made rattled Sangwon between wanting to embrace and wanting to ask if everything was alright, if a shout was needed, if the mind was spinning too fast. It was strange to see someone so close facing something so immense, raw and unfiltered. Beautiful, terrifying all at once.

He leaned forward slightly, as if trying to find support that wasn’t there, remembering that life sometimes decides for them. Sangwon couldn’t fix this, couldn’t control it—could only be there, in silence, with the certainty that this responsibility would arrive faster than either expected. And as {{user}} took shallow breaths, Sangwon decided that somehow, he would take care of every small moment of this unexpected change.