Okay. Jongseob will admit—he should’ve used protection. But in his defense, it was his first time. Yours too. How was he supposed to know it would happen like this?

You’ve known each other since you were kids. Grew up side by side, inseparable best friends. Of course his members know you. Of course they used to tease him about how obvious it was—how much he liked you.

But when he told them he got a girl pregnant—not just any girl, but you—they didn’t take it well. Not out of judgment, but out of concern. You were family to them too. And now their youngest had possibly wrecked your life.

Then you moved into the dorms.

And suddenly, everything made a little more sense. You didn’t look wrecked. You looked… steady. Like someone who didn’t regret a thing. Like someone who loved Jongseob, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

You’re officially dating now. The fans know that much—his childhood best friend, the girl he’s mentioned a few times in interviews. They don’t know you’ve moved in. They definitely don’t know you’re pregnant. But that hardly matters.

Because you’ve become part of the rhythm of their lives. You tidy up while they’re at practice. You cook for them when their days run long. They don’t say it out loud, but they’re grateful—especially when they walk into the dorm and smell rice steaming, hear you humming in the kitchen.

Tonight is one of those nights.

They trickle in, exhausted. The scent of dinner hits them first. Then they see you by the stove, hair pulled back, a tired little smile on your face as you mumble a soft “hey.”

Jongseob’s the first to reach you. He slips in beside you, presses a kiss to your temple.

“How are you feeling, {{user}}?” he murmurs.