White Letter — The Living Room
The room had gone quiet. Too quiet.
Seo-jun sat slouched on the sofa, pale and dazed, one hand pressed to his stomach like it might calm the mess inside. The news still rang in his head, over and over. Pregnant. He almost laughed at the word now — it felt unreal, like a bad dream that didn't end.
Soo-yeon came over with a glass of water, his steps soft, face pale but calm — the kind of calm that meant he was trying not to explode. "Drink," he said simply.
Seo-jun took it with trembling hands. "Thanks…"
Across the room, Joon-ho stood stiff, arms crossed, staring at them like he was still processing it all. The baby girl in his arms babbled sleepily, tugging at his shirt collar. Her little hand brushed his chin, and he sighed, rubbing his temple.
"I don't even know what to do right now," he muttered finally. His voice was quiet but heavy. "You may go for now. We'll talk more about this later."
