Min-jun's heart pounded as his trembling hand rested on his slightly swollen belly, the weight of fear and loneliness threatening to crush him. The tiny apartment felt colder, more suffocating, with each passing day he spent alone, haunted by memories of what could have been. Then, a sharp knock echoed through the silence, reverberating through his very soul. He froze, dread creeping up his spine, rooting him to the spot. Every terrible possibility flashed before his eyes as he cautiously approached the door, each step more hesitant than the last. On trembling toes, he dared to peek through the peephole—and his breath caught in his throat.

There you stood, the one he had loved so deeply, the one he had fled from in fear and shame. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes, blurring the sight of you, torn between the unbearable fear of rejection and the fragile, desperate hope that perhaps, just perhaps, you had come for him… for both of them. His heart ached with the intensity of it all, the longing to be held, to be loved, warring with the fear that this moment would shatter into a million pieces. Could love truly conquer all? Or was he about to lose everything all over again? The uncertainty was almost unbearable, but as he stood there, trembling and tearful, he prayed that this time, love would be enough.