#c.drabble

"Unnie, can I borrow your phone?" Chaerin looked up at the younger after being focused on her phone. She usually didn't let anyone touch her belongings, let alone her phone. But this was someone she loved a lot, and would do anything for her. 

"Yea, sure. Just give me a second," nodding with a smile, she quickly closed her apps and replied to her last text. She locked her phone, giving it to the younger. She didn't have to tell her the passcode because she already knew.

A few minutes passed before Minji came rushing back with a nervous look on her face. Chaerin noticed the difference and her brows furrowed, looking at her. 

"Oh, what's wrong?" The younger handed her phone to her, looking down.

Looking down at her phone that she let the younger use, she frowned slightly. Jutting her lower lip out, she pouted while pressing the home button over and over again. Her phone was frozen, and she had no idea how to fix it. Being technologically illiterate was something she was never proud of. 

"Stupid iPhone," she muttered. Still trying to boot her phone to start again. 

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to!" Minji was more than upset, and so was Chaerin. But she wouldn't let her know that. 

Chaerin and Yukwon were at the centre, fixing things up in the kitchen. One of the many things that were offered. Instead of cleaning up, they started making their own food, and both decided to finally make crepes. Everyone loved those. 

Pouring the mix on the pan, she let it sit, watching it without knowing what was happening to the bottom of it. He looked up at her, while pointing at the pan. 

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" He looked at her, eyes widened seriously. 

She looked up at him, holding the spatula in one hand and the other holding the handle of the frying pan. Letting out a sigh, her eyes met his serious look. 

"Of course I do! I've done this before, you know." She laughed playfully before turning back to the pan and looking down the mix. Finally flipping it, she was greeted to a burnt underside and a loud sigh from the other.

"Hey.. Why isn't it--" being cut off, the other finally spoke up. 

She looked down at the shirt she just finished designing and making. She was holding it up, but she moved to the table she was working at and lied it across the stable surface. It was a simple shirt, but it did have a bit of a design on the bottom. 

Frowning slightly, she both her hands on her waist before turning to look at the male. She sighed slightly, tilting her head when she spoke up. 

"But why not? You said you would wear one of my designs!" She wasn't like the big names out there, but she still made decent clothing. Something that idols and every day people would wear. 

Chaerin had become friends with Baekhyun fairly quickly. Whenever she made her way back home from either from the YG building or a fashion studio she would go to. Her luck, whenever she drove home, she passed the bar that Baekhyun worked at.

Sometimes, he would see her on her way to and from her destinations. On other days, Chaerin would stop at the bar, just to say hi. That's what she did that day. She was going back home after some early schedules at the company. Noting that the bar wasn't too busy, she made her way in. 

Spotting the familiar male, she approached him with a smile plastered on her face. "Baek!" He was busy with his work so he didn't notice her right away. She got closer to the counter he was standing behind. Finally noticing her, he quickly moved to her and accidentally running into the counter on the way.

"Omo," she quickly moved up to him, worried for him. She moved him away from the counter to make sure he was fine. 

"Ah, I'm fine," he told her, still looking down at his leg. She chuckled slightly, before taking a seat on the stool and looking up at him. 

"Where's my regular?" She looked at him before looking around. He quickly pulled out a juice pouch for her, making her excited fairly quickly. Punching a hole through the pouch with the straw, she sipped at it quietly before anyone else recognized her. 

Jiyong was a close friend of hers, always around her to watch over her. He wasn't always affectionate with her, but she remembered that if she even uttered a request to him, he'd be there to help her. He knew everything about her. He knew how she acted, what she did, what she liked, he was close to her. One of her closest friends; one of her best friends. 

Knowing her also gave him the right to know her fiancé. Chaerin and her fiancé were together for over a year now, and all the credits could be given to Jiyong. Feeling uneasy that day, she called him. No one else would answer, so she only looked for him at that point. 

Looking for her phone, she quickly found it and looked through her contacts. Aish, hurry up, Chae-- ah, prince. Quickly calling him, she rushed to the bathroom with her phone on her ear. He finally answered, her voice was covered with pain and discomfort when she replied to him. 

"Jiyong-- can you come over?" 

"Chae, what's wrong?" She heard him reply with the same amount of worry, and was told that he would be there as soon as possible. She had been feeling nauseous for the past week or so, not knowing why. It was unusual for her, because she would feel sick for no reason.

She left the bathroom, noting that the feeling quickly subsided. If Chaerin didn't eat, she felt sick. Making her way to the kitchen, she quickly found some fruits in the fridge, and juice. Before setting down the items in her hand, she heard the bell ring. Kicking the fridge door shut, she quickly made her way to the front door. Opening it, she saw the worried face of Jiyong. 

"Chaerin, are you ok? What's wrong? Are you sick-- did you eat something bad? Did you get enough rest?" He entered quickly, throwing all these questions at her. Chuckling slightly, she nodded. 

"I'm fine! I just feel a little sick, not sure why though." Pulling him in, she made her way behind him to shut the door and lock it. 

"Take off your shoes and I'll get you something to eat as well," she left him to make her way back in the kitchen. Since he was there, she decided to eat actual food. Finding the bread, she went to the fridge to find meat, and cheese and any other toppings he would want. He was a man full of variety, and full of surprises. Instead of making it for him, she washed and cut up a bunch of things they could put in. 

It took a while, but they finally got food. Taking a bite of her sandwich, she looked up at him. 

"It's ok, right?" He was watching her, to make sure she was ok. "Why are you looking at me like that--" She stared back at him for a while. 

"To see if you're fine, tch," she shook her head with a slight smile. Before taking another bite though, the nauseous feeling came back. Dropping everything, she rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Everything she ate came out. Hearing rushed steps behind her, the bathroom door swung open. She was crouched over the toilet and Jiyong was right behind her. Washing up, he helped her back into the kitchen. 

"I'll be right back, ok? I'm gonna get you something." Confused, Chaerin watched as Jiyong left. 

Coming back a few minutes later, he rang the bell again. Opening the door, he pulled out what he went to go buy. 

"Go, use this. I'll be in the living room." She was confused until she looked down at his hands. He pulled out a pregnancy test from the plastic bag he was holding. Her eyes widened slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed. Making her way to the bathroom, she stayed there and took a while to realize what she actually saw. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest. She had mixed emotions before going to him. Making her way to the living room, she looked down at the stick with shaky hands. Looking up at him, her voice was just as shaky.

"I-I'm pregnant--" 

Turning to look at her, he was just as shocked, but his expression softened. 

12. My muse has gathered to courage to confess to yours. Unfortunately, the timing is awkward and my muse has to change their confession halfway after an interruption or sudden lack of confidence.