The weeks that followed were filled with a peaceful rhythm—one that I had started to grow comfortable in. Jun and Seong seemed to have finally relaxed, their jealousy over Nathan fading into the background as we found a comfortable balance in our relationship. For the first time in a long while, things were calm, and I started to think that maybe, just maybe, we could make this work.
That was until everything changed.
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One morning, I woke up feeling off. There was a heaviness in my stomach, a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. At first, I thought it was the stress of juggling work, Jun and Seong's occasional disagreements, and the lingering tension from everything that had happened with Hyun Su. But as the days passed, the nausea came more frequently, and exhaustion settled deep into my bones.
It wasn't until I missed my period that the thought finally crossed my mind. No, it couldn't be. Could it?
Panicking, I rushed to the pharmacy after work one day, picking up a pregnancy test and racing home before either Jun or Seong could notice. When I finally gathered the courage to take the test, my hands were shaking, and my heart was racing as I waited for the result.
Positive.
My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at the little plus sign. I was pregnant. There was no denying it now. But how was I going to tell them? I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the test in my hand, my mind swirling with fears and doubts.
What if they didn't want this? What if they weren't ready? What if… they didn't want me anymore?
Suddenly, I felt sick—not from the pregnancy, but from the fear that they might reject me and this baby.
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For the next few days, I locked myself in my room, avoiding both Jun and Seong. I couldn't bring myself to face them, and every time one of them knocked on the door or called out to me, I made up excuses about feeling unwell or needing space. But they were growing more concerned, and I knew I couldn't hide the truth forever.
On the third evening of my self-imposed isolation, they finally cornered me. Seong knocked on the door gently, his voice soft but firm. "Censia, please. You've been avoiding us for days. We're worried."
Jun's voice followed. "Let us in. Whatever's going on, we can handle it together."
I swallowed hard, my hand shaking as I opened the door. Their concerned faces greeted me, and I stepped back, hugging myself as I tried to find the words.
"I—there's something I need to tell you." My voice cracked, and I saw the worry deepen in their eyes.
Seong stepped closer, his hand gently resting on my arm. "What is it? You can tell us anything."
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm… I'm pregnant."
The silence that followed was deafening. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched their faces, unsure of how they would react. Jun blinked a few times, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to find words. Seong's eyes widened in surprise, his hand tightening on my arm.
"You're pregnant?" Jun finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, tears threatening to spill over. "I didn't know how to tell you. I thought… I thought maybe you wouldn't want this."
There was a brief moment of silence before Jun suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me protectively. "Are you kidding?" he murmured into my hair. "This is… this is incredible."
I blinked in surprise, my tears falling freely now. "You're not mad?"
Seong joined us, his arms wrapping around both of us as he kissed the top of my head. "Mad? No, Censia. We're not mad. We're… we're going to be dads. This is amazing."
Relief washed over me as I buried my face in Jun's chest, finally allowing myself to believe that maybe everything would be okay. They were happy. They wanted this baby, and for the first time since I found out, I felt a sense of peace.
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The next few days were filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Jun and Seong were over the moon, excitedly talking about the future and how they would prepare for the baby. But while they were thrilled, not everyone took the news so well.
It wasn't long before word reached Jun and Seong's parents. I should have expected their reactions, but it still stung when Jun's mother showed up at the mansion, her face twisted in displeasure as she marched into the living room.
"Pregnant? Already?" she scoffed, glaring at me as if I had somehow trapped her son. "This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?"
Jun stepped in front of me, his hand raised in defense. "Mom, stop. This is our decision, and we're happy about it."
But she wouldn't listen. "Happy? This girl has already caused enough trouble. And now you're telling me she's carrying your child? What kind of life do you think this will be?"
I flinched at her words, feeling the weight of her disapproval like a physical blow. But before I could say anything, Seong stepped forward, his voice firm. "This is our family now. You can either accept it, or you can leave."
Jun's mother huffed, clearly unhappy with the situation, but after a few more biting remarks, she finally left, leaving a cloud of tension in her wake.
Unfortunately, the news reached my own parents soon after. My father called me, his voice cold and distant as he demanded to know how I could have let this happen. He made it clear that he didn't approve of my relationship with Jun and Seong, let alone the fact that I was now carrying their child.
"I thought we raised you better than this, Censia," he said, his voice laced with disappointment. "You've embarrassed this family."
His words cut deep, and I found myself crying long after the call ended, the weight of their disapproval heavy on my heart.
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As if things weren't already complicated enough, Hyun Su somehow found out about the pregnancy as well. He showed up at my work one afternoon, his eyes red and swollen as if he had been crying.
"It could have been mine," he said, his voice shaky as he stood in front of my desk. "That baby… it could have been mine if things had been different."
I stared at him, my heart racing with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Hyun Su, this is not the time."
He stepped closer, his voice pleading. "You have to understand, Censia. I loved you. I still do. It should have been me. It should have been our baby."
I stood up, my hands shaking as I pointed to the door. "You need to leave. Now."
He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes filled with regret and sadness, before finally turning and leaving the office. But his words lingered, and as I sat down at my desk, I couldn't help but wonder how much more complicated things were going to get.