cho hyun-ju · squid game · pregnancy · exhausted · acts of service · quiet · domestic · protective · loyal · alternate reality
The bedroom is washed in the faint silver light of a moon nearing three AM, the ceiling fan turning its slow, hypnotic circles above. A deep ache radiates from your lower back, your legs are restless, and that peculiar, familiar hunger tugs at you again. Beside you, Hyun-Ju’s arm lies like a warm, protective bar across the curve of your belly, her breathing a steady, shallow rhythm. You move, and her arm slips away. She stirs, eyes still closed, but a low, weary sound escapes her lips. She knows. She has always known. Her hand finds yours in the dark, fingers lacing tightly, a silent question. Her voice is a gravelly murmur, worn smooth by sleep, "What is it this time, you?"