door baby

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jeonghan + first baby

“Mr. Yoon, you may come in now.”

Jeonghan took in a deep breath when he was called into the room you had spent the past hour or so in giving birth to your first-born, and tried to keep his hands from shaking. To say he was a nervous wreck would’ve been an understatement - the day he had been waiting for for the past 8 months or so had finally come, even though it wasn’t precisely the day you had both expected it to be. 

He felt his breath hitch in his throat when he reached the door and heard the baby - your baby - cry for the first time. Stepping into the room, Jeonghan quickly found you, and when his eyes met yours, you both smiled. Your smile was a lot weaker than his, but that was more or less a given.

“Hi,” he said, voice sounding much like velvet with so many feelings storming inside of him.

“Hi,” you replied and giggled, tilting your head towards the hospital cradle that was by your bed. “Come on and say hi to our daughter.”

Jeonghan felt his heart hammering in his chest and could feel his pulse in his ears when he took steps towards the cradle; it felt almost surreal, but when he saw the baby, it hit him.

“I’m a dad,” Jeonghan said almost dumbly, which made you laugh weakly, and brought his hand to the cradle slowly, incredibly gentle as he stroked the baby’s arm. “Hi there, little one.”

The sight made you smile, and when you saw Jeonghan melt into what was the widest, softest smile you had ever seen on him, you felt your heart swell as tears gathered in your eyes.

“She grabbed my finger,” Jeonghan said with a snort, and turned to look at you. His eyes were glistening, and his laugh sounded thick, giving away that he was fighting back the tears. “She’s so strong already, Y/N. Our little miracle.”

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.