september rain
“I’m pregnant.”There is a long pause.“You shouldn’t have.” Jeongguk says as the words pours like there were dry leaves milled between them –the loudness of the september rain pouring down is not sharper than his big, doe eyes as he looks at the faded body in front of him. “You shouldn’t.”“I know,” Seokjin hiccups. He can feel the shame and it crushes him like someone just punched him in the guts, so he hugs himself to take the pain away. “I’m sorry.”
OR...
Jeongguk is a married man. Not with Seokjin.