Our Little Secret

I'm not even sure how to start writing this. Do I scream? Do I cry? Do I just… PRETEND it never happened?!

Because last night was INSANE.

It all started with the party Min-jun and I threw in our dorm. Hye-jin, Dae-hyun, and a bunch of our friends showed up, turning our quiet space into the wildest party ever. Music blasted, drinks flowed, and within an hour, everyone was laughing way too loudly and dancing like maniacs.

And when I say drinks flowed, I mean Min-jun and I got completely wasted.

Somewhere between the shots and the dancing, I ended up sitting next to Min-jun on the couch, giggling at everything he said. My head was spinning, but his arm was around me, and it just felt right.

"Eun-ji," he murmured, brushing my hair out of my face. His breath was warm, his eyes darker than usual. "You're so beautiful."

I snorted. "You're drunk."

"So are you." He grinned lazily, his fingers tracing soft circles on my arm. "But it doesn't change the fact that I've always thought that."

My heart skipped a beat.

Before I could respond, he leaned in—and suddenly, his lips were on mine.

It wasn't slow or hesitant. It was deep, intense, and made my whole body feel on fire.

I didn't even think. I just kissed him back. Hard.

Somewhere between the kisses, we stumbled into our room, laughing as we almost tripped over each other. My back hit the bed, Min-jun hovering over me, his lips never leaving mine.

His hands moved to my waist, then lower, making my skin tingle. His fingers fumbled with my shirt buttons, and before I knew it, he had slipped it off. I barely realized when he pulled down my skirt too.

I should have stopped him. I could have stopped him. But I didn't.

Because in that moment, nothing else mattered.

I helped him remove his shirt, running my hands over his warm skin. He pressed soft kisses down my neck, sending shivers through me.

"Do you want this?" he whispered, his voice husky.

Even in my drunken haze, I knew my answer.

"Yes."

He took off the rest of my clothes, his movements slow, careful, almost teasing. I tugged off his trousers, then his boxers.

And then it happened.

His body moved against mine, slow at first, then faster, deeper. My nails dug into his back as I held onto him, waves of heat crashing over me.

It was messy. It was intense. It was completely unplanned.

And when it was over, we collapsed together, tangled in the blankets, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I barely remember falling asleep.

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The Next Day – Reality Hits Hard

The first thing I feel when I wake up is a splitting headache. The second thing I feel is Min-jun's arm wrapped around my waist.

My eyes fly open.

WHAT. THE. HELL?!

I slowly turn my head, my heart pounding. Min-jun is still asleep, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. His hair is messy, and his lips are slightly parted, like he's in the middle of a dream.

And that's when it hits me.

Last night. The party. The drinks. The kissing. The touching.

The—OH. MY. GOD.

I slept with Min-jun.

Panic surges through me as I pull the blanket over myself, trying not to freak out. I glance around the room, spotting my clothes scattered across the floor. My skirt near the door. My bra hanging off the chair. His shirt on the bedpost.

How did we even manage this?!

I need to get out of here.

I start to move, but Min-jun shifts, his grip tightening around me.

"Eun-ji…" he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into my shoulder.

I freeze.

Is he awake?!

No. No, he's still asleep. His breathing is deep and even, his face peaceful.

I take the chance to slip out from under his arm. My feet barely touch the ground before I feel a rush of dizziness. Oh great, still hungover.

I grab my shirt and skirt, quickly throwing them on. As I reach for my bra, I hesitate. Should I wake him up? Should we talk about this?

Before I can decide, Min-jun stirs. His eyes flutter open, and for a second, he just blinks at me, confused.

Then his gaze travels down to the blanket covering his lower half. His naked lower half.

And suddenly, his face turns bright red.

"Oh… crap."

We stare at each other.

The silence is SO LOUD.

I swallow hard. "Uh… good morning?"

Min-jun groans, running a hand through his messy hair. "Did we…?"

I nod.

He groans again, covering his face. "Oh my God."

I bite my lip, my heart hammering. "Are we okay?"

He peeks at me through his fingers. "Are you okay?"

I hesitate. "I mean… yeah?"

He lets out a breath of relief. "Okay. Good."

Another silence.

Then—

"So, um… do you regret it?" I blurt out.

Min-jun looks at me, his expression unreadable. Then he smiles.

"No," he says softly. "Do you?"

My cheeks burn. "I… don't think so."

He nods, looking a little reassured. "Okay. So… what now?"

I open my mouth—but I have no idea.

What now?!

I quickly grab my stuff. "I think I need coffee."

Min-jun chuckles, stretching before reaching for his pants. "I'll make you some."

And just like that, it's less weird.

For now.

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A Few Weeks Later – Our Little Secret

Ever since that night, Min-jun and I have been sneaking around. And I love it.

We kiss secretly in the hallways, stealing moments when no one is watching. In class, we hold hands under the table, his thumb softly stroking my palm. Sometimes, when he sits across from me, his foot gently touches mine, sending butterflies through my stomach.

One time, when the hallway was completely empty, he suddenly grabbed me, pressing me against my locker.

"Min-jun—" I gasped, but he silenced me with a deep kiss.

"Couldn't help myself," he murmured against my lips, smirking.

I almost melted into a puddle right there.

And don't even get me started on how he whispers things in my ear when we pass each other in the hallway.

"You look so pretty today," he murmured once, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

This whole thing is dangerous. But it's also exciting.

There's just one tiny problem.

For the past few days, I've been feeling… weird.

I've been exhausted all the time, I feel nauseous in the mornings, and I even skipped my period.

At first, I thought I was just stressed. But today, I took a test.

And when I saw the two pink lines, my whole world stopped.

I'm pregnant.

Oh. My. God.

I need to tell Min-jun.

But what if he freaks out? What if he regrets everything?

I take a deep breath, gripping my phone in my shaking hands.

I need to see him.

I need to tell him.

And I have to be ready for whatever happens next.

Later That Day – Telling Min-jun

I text Min-jun to meet me at the small café near campus. It's quiet, away from our usual spots, where no one will overhear us.

When I get there, he's already waiting, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. He looks up the moment I walk in, his face breaking into a smile.

"Hey, beautiful."

I almost smile back, but then I remember why I'm here.

My face must give me away because his smile fades instantly.

"Eun-ji?" He straightens, concern flashing in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

I take a deep breath and slide into the seat across from him. My hands are shaking so badly that I hide them under the table.

"Min-jun," I whisper, my throat dry. "I need to tell you something."

He leans forward, his brows furrowing. "You're scaring me. Just tell me."

I reach into my bag and pull out the test, placing it on the table between us.

He blinks. Looks at it. Then looks at me.

Silence.

For a second, he doesn't react. He just stares, his expression completely unreadable.

Then, slowly, he exhales.

"You're… pregnant?" His voice is soft, almost disbelieving.

I nod, my stomach twisting painfully. "Yes."

Another pause.

I can't take the silence.

"Min-jun, I know this is a lot, and I don't expect anything from you, but I just—"

Before I can finish, he reaches across the table and takes my hands in his. His grip is warm, steady—completely different from how I feel right now.

"Eun-ji," he says firmly, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm with you."

I blink. "What?"

His fingers tighten around mine. "I'm with you in this. Always."

Tears sting my eyes. "You're… not mad?"

He shakes his head. "How could I be mad? I love you."

My breath catches. "You… what?"

He smiles, squeezing my hands. "I love you, Eun-ji. And yeah, this is unexpected, and yeah, I'm scared as well. But if you're having a baby, then we'll figure it out together."

I burst into tears. Right there in the middle of the café.

Min-jun quickly gets up and moves to my side, pulling me into his arms. He rubs my back gently, whispering, "It's okay. I got you."

For the first time since I saw that test, I feel like I can finally breathe.

Min-jun isn't leaving.

He's staying.

And somehow, I know we're going to be okay.