The first thing Minjun did in the morning was head to the clinic to see a gynecologist. His heart was beating too fast, his hands were trembling slightly, but he knew: he couldn't put it off any longer.
The white walls smelled of antiseptic and something metallic. The corridors stretched in long, empty lines, and every step echoed loudly. Minjun sat in the waiting room, clutching a small number slip. An icy feeling of anxiety spread through his veins: every glance from the passing nurses, every sound of a door opening felt like a test.
The doctor greeted him with a calm smile. The office was clean and cool; instruments were neatly arranged on the table, and the lights of the equipment blinked nearby. Minjun sat down, feeling a shiver run through his fingers.
"Don't worry," the doctor said softly, as if sensing his state. "It will be quick."
The blood was drawn confidently, almost painlessly. Minjun took a deep breath, but his heart continued to beat too loudly. As he waited for the results, thoughts swirled in his head: If it's confirmed... if it's true... what will I tell Hyuk? How will he react? What happens next?
The clock on the wall ticked slowly, as if deliberately prolonging the wait.
Finally, the doctor came back in, holding a sheet with the results. She sat down opposite him, leaning forward slightly.
"Minjun-ssi, congratulations," her voice was gentle, but every word sounded like a heartbeat. "You are seven weeks pregnant."
The world seemed to stand still for a second.
Minjun felt a rush of heat to his ears, and his fingers clenched into fists on their own. His throat went dry.
"S-seven...?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
The doctor nodded.
"Yes. Now it's especially important: get more rest, listen to your body carefully, and don't overexert yourself. And..." she paused and smiled a little warmer, "try to be around the baby's papa more often. His presence and gentle pheromones help maintain emotional balance, which is extremely important for your condition. This is very important."
Minjun's cheeks flushed. He suddenly felt his heart leap, as if the most vulnerable part of his soul had responded from within.
"I... I understand," he breathed out, still not believing what he had heard.
"Don't worry," the doctor spoke softly again. "If you take care of yourself, eat properly, and accept support from your loved one, everything will go well."
Minjun felt his heart give a little jump, and his cheeks turned red. He could barely whisper:
"I... I understand..."
"Don't worry," the doctor continued in a soft voice. "Everything will be fine if you take care of yourself, watch your diet, rest, and feel Hyuk's support. This is important not only for you but also for the baby."
Minjun left the clinic, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. Every thought was both joyful and frightening. He tried to focus, but his mind kept repeating: Seven weeks... seven weeks pregnant... yes, we didn't use protection... not once... this is the expected outcome...
When he returned to the apartment, Hyuk was already in the kitchen. A plate of sliced fruit was on the table, and he was typing something on his phone. Hearing his steps, he looked up and smiled.
"Good morning. Sleep well?"
Minjun froze at the door. The words were stuck in his throat, and his heart started beating too fast again.
"Okay," he finally breathed out, trying to hide the tremor.
Hyuk immediately noticed his state. He walked over, took his hand, and gently hugged him. The warmth of his body enveloped him, the faint scent of pheromones penetrated deeper than any medicine, easing the anxiety.
"Is everything alright?" he asked quietly.
Minjun buried his face in his shoulder. His throat constricted.
"I need to tell you something... but not now," he whispered.
Hyuk hugged him a little tighter, stroking his back with his palm.
"There's no need to rush. I'll wait."
The simple words washed over him in a soft wave of relief. Minjun squeezed his eyes shut and for the first time all day, allowed himself to smile.
***
They had breakfast together - simple oatmeal, fresh fruit, and tea. Hyuk talked about small things: about work, about weekend plans. Minjun listened and nodded, but his thoughts kept returning to the sheet with the results.
A baby... my responsibility... our life is changing...
In the evening, when they settled on the sofa, Hyuk habitually held him close. A kiss on the forehead, a light peck on the lips - it all became a quiet sanctuary from his worries.
Minjun, with his head on Hyuk's shoulder, thought about the future: how he would tell the truth, how their lives would change, how they would manage together. Fear lived inside, but next to that fear, a quiet hope was also growing.
And when the lamp went out and Hyuk's breathing became even, Minjun fell asleep for the first time in a long time with the feeling that he wasn't alone. That now everything wasn't just scary, but also... possible.