Chapter 137: Chapter 137

Ye Jun

The flutter happened again, right there under my palm like a tiny secret trying to get my attention. I stood frozen in the hallway with Si Woo still blocking my path, looking all worried and stupid. My heart was going crazy.

“What’s wrong?” he asked fast, voice jumping. “Ye Jun, is it hurting? Should we go to the hospital right now? I swear if all the arguing made something bad happen I’m never gonna… ”

“Si woo, just shut up for one second,” I cut in, my voice coming out shaky instead of angry like I planned. The flutter hit me again, soft but definite, and I pressed my hand harder against the small round bump under my shirt. “I think the baby just moved.”

Si Woo’s face went through this whole dramatic change. His mouth fell open first, pure shock hitting him like I’d slapped him again. Then his eyebrows scrunched up in disbelief while he stared right at my stomach. After that something softer took over, his eyes getting all wide and a little shiny in the low light from the living room lamp. He looked completely thrown. His hand twitched like he wanted to reach for me right away but he stopped himself halfway, fingers curling back as he remembered how I’d yelled at him to stay away earlier. That little hesitation made my chest feel tight in a way I didn’t want to think about too much. At least he was trying.

I didn’t plan it. I just grabbed his wrist, fingers wrapping tight around it, and pulled his hand forward. I slapped his palm right onto the spot on my belly. His hand felt warm through my shirt. We stood there barely breathing, the house super quiet around us while we waited. Nothing at first. Si Woo kept his hand perfectly still like he was scared to mess anything up.

Then it came again, that little flutter right under his palm.

His voice cracked when he whispered, “That’s… ours?”

“Yeah,” I answered, still teary and sharp because I wasn’t done being mad. “Not something you can just ’fix’ anymore, huh? No quick delete button, no throwing it away like bad takeout. It’s real, hyung. Feel that? That’s your mess saying hi back.”

He didn’t pull away. His fingers spread a bit wider, super gentle, and he let out this long shaky breath. “Ye Jun… I’m so sorry. I was the biggest asshole yesterday. I got scared and the words just came out wrong. I never wanted to hurt you like that, never.”

I wanted to stay angry. I really did. But my eyes kept stinging and the baby picked that exact moment to flutter one more time like it was teaming up on me. I sniffed hard and tried to glare at him. “You think sorry just erases everything? I spent the whole day thinking of ways to kick your ass, you know. And now this little thing is moving inside me and I don’t know if I want to cry or scream or both at the same time because everything feels too much.”

Si Woo stepped closer, slow and careful like he expected me to push him away. “You can stay mad. You should. But please let me be here for this part.” His other arm came around my back and he pulled me in. I went stiff at first, hands pushing half-heartedly at his chest because yeah I was still pissed about what he said. But he smelled familiar and felt solid and after a few seconds my arms gave up and wrapped around him. I melted against him even though part of me hated how easy it was.

“Don’t think this means I forgive you all the way,” I mumbled into his shirt, voice muffled. “You’re still the worst right now.”

“I know,” he said quietly, and then he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ll take whatever you give me. Just don’t shut me out again. We’re really in this.”

We stayed hugged up like that for a while, his hand still resting on my bump like he didn’t want to let go. I kept waiting for another movement but it stayed quiet, like the baby had done its job of making us talk. Eventually Si Woo pulled back just enough to look at my face. His eyes went soft in this way that made me feel too seen.

“Why do you look so extremely pretty today?” he muttered, thumb brushing my cheek where a tear had escaped. “Even after crying and yelling and everything, you’re killing me, Ye Jun.”

“Shut up,” I said, face heating up. “You’re only saying that because you feel guilty as hell. Or the baby moving made your brain melt. Pick one.”

“No, I mean it.” He smiled that crooked smile I both loved and hated. “Come here.”

He started backing up toward the living room, still holding onto me, then suddenly turned and jogged a few steps. “Catch me if you’re still mad at me!”

“Are you serious right now? What are you, five years old?” I yelled but I was laughing anyway, chasing after him around the couch. My bump felt heavier when I moved quickly but I ignored it, dodging the coffee table while he ran to the other side grinning like an idiot. “Get back here you coward! You don’t get to call me pretty and then run away like that!”

He laughed loud, that deep sound that always loosened something in my chest, and darted toward the kitchen. I followed, socks sliding on the floor a little, and almost caught him near the fridge. He spun around and grabbed me instead, hands on my waist, both of us breathing hard and smiling stupidly after all the fighting from earlier.

“Got you,” he said, voice low.

“Yeah well I let you catch me,” I shot back, “Don’t let it go to your giant head, Woo.”

He leaned in and kissed me then, sudden and warm. I kissed him back harder because the whole day had sucked and this felt like the only good thing left. His lips moved against mine, sucking on my bottom lip over and over, starting slow then getting deeper. I made a small sound and pressed closer, hands grabbing his shirt tight. One of his hands slid up under my hoodie, fingers brushing over my chest where everything had gotten way too sensitive lately. He touched my tits, rubbing a thumb across one nipple, and I gasped into his mouth while heat rushed through me.

The nausea started building at the same time but I ignored it. I chased his kiss instead, letting him suck on my lip again and again. His other hand stayed on my waist, holding me close while he pinched lightly at my chest. It felt good. Really good. My body was all mixed up, turned on but that gross sour feeling climbing higher in my throat. I kept kissing him anyway, desperate, hands fisting tighter in his shirt as we stumbled back toward the hallway still attached at the mouth.

“Si woo,” I tried to say against his lips but he just sucked harder, tongue brushing mine, fingers still playing with my tits under the hoodie. I held the nausea back, focusing on how warm he felt and how much I needed this after all the yelling and avoiding. The baby fluttered faintly again like it was reminding me it existed but I pushed that thought away too.

We were breathing heavy, messy kisses getting sloppier.

We stood close in the hallway. Our bodies pressed together tight. The air felt hot around us. His lips moved fast on mine. They were wet and eager. Each kiss grew more wild and less careful. His hands touched my body with strong need. I liked how it felt in that moment. All the stress from the long bad day started to fade away little by little. My heart beat very fast. I could hear his breath too. It was rough and quick. We did not want to stop. My fingers held his shirt and pulled him even closer. The kisses became deeper. His mouth tasted warm. He moved his lips to my neck for a short time then came back to my mouth. Everything felt intense and full of heat. I wanted to forget all the problems. The bad feelings from earlier seemed far away now. We kept going without thinking about anything else. His body felt solid against me. I pushed myself into him more. The moment felt good and exciting. But deep inside my body something was not right. I tried to ignore the strange feeling in my stomach. I just wanted to keep kissing and feel better. The lights in the hallway seemed too bright. My head started to spin a little but I did not care. I held on tighter and kissed harder. The passion grew stronger with every second. We were lost in each other for those short minutes. Nothing else mattered right then.

Then it hit too strong. My stomach clenched hard and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I shoved him back a little, turned fast toward the floor, and threw up right there in the hallway. It came out sudden and gross, everything I’d eaten earlier mixing with the sour burn.

My eyes watered and I coughed, another wave hitting right after while I stayed bent over.

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