— The bathroom was suffocatingly quiet. your fingers dug into your knees as you sat on the closed toilet lid, staring at the test lying face down on the counter. Taesan leaned against the sink, arms crossed, his foot tapping anxiously against the tiled floor. Neither of you spoke.

The three-minute timer on your phone felt like an eternity. Your heart pounded so hard you were sure he could hear it.

"You check it," you mumbled, barely able to find your voice.

Taesan shook his head immediately. "No way. You do it."

You two hesitated, neither wanting to be the one to flip it over. But you guys couldn’t sit here forever. With a deep breath, you reached for it, your fingers trembling as you turned it over.

Two pink lines.

Pregnant.

A wave of nausea rolled through you, and it had nothing to do with morning sickness.

"Shit," Taesan whispered. He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the strands tightly.