I’m Pregnant with My Friend’s Child

“You can park here.”

Although it felt a bit premature, Yi-jin had made up her mind to bring her date home today.

Despite still being an intern, Yi-jin was officially a lawyer at one of Korea’s top three law firms. She had already declined her client’s date requests twice. However, with her 29th birthday approaching, the thought of spending it alone suddenly hit her hard, and she decided to accept his invitation.

Do-jun had driven his car, so he didn’t drink. Feeling nervous on her first-ever date, Yi-jin sipped wine on her own. When Do-jun suggested they celebrate her birthday by sharing cake at her place, Yi-jin quietly nodded in agreement.

Do-jun’s foreign car pulled into the parking lot of Yi-jin’s apartment. In the silence of the car, their soft breathing filled the air.

“Happy birthday, Attorney Seo Yi-jin,” Do-jun said, turning to face her.

As their eyes met, Yi-jin closed hers, feeling him move closer. Just as their lips were about to touch, a loud, disruptive horn blared from somewhere nearby.

Who would be honking so obnoxiously in a residential area?

The moment was ruined. As they tried to reset the mood, the horn continued blaring, and then a car approached slowly, flashing its headlights in an irritating manner.

Embarrassed, Yi-jin bit her lip, but Do-jun persisted, leaning in once again. The spark had faded, and just as she was unsure how to respond, the car causing the commotion reversed into the space next to them, scraping harshly against Do-jun’s vehicle.

“What? What!”

“Oh no!”

Both of them shouted in disbelief as the grating sound of metal scraping against the driver’s side door echoed, sending shivers through the car. Do-jun’s face twisted in frustration.

Stunned, Yi-jin and Do-jun exchanged bewildered looks as their car jolted slightly. Was it the alcohol? The sky above her seemed to spin.

“Is that a new driver? Who parks like that?”

Do-jun frowned and tried to get out of the driver’s seat, but he was trapped inside due to the car parked so closely beside his door. Yi-jin let out a long sigh. She had finally mustered up the courage to go on this date, only to be interrupted by a reckless driver.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

“I’ll go check it out,” she said.

“No, stay here. It might be dangerous,” Do-jun replied.

“Dangerous? It’s probably just a resident. You can’t even get out of the driver’s seat anyway. Besides, I’m a lawyer. I can handle this.”

“But you’re drunk,” Do-jun insisted.

“I’m completely fine.”

Just then, a man stepped out of the car that had scraped Do-jun’s and walked over to Yi-jin’s passenger side. As she tried to get out of the car, her face went pale.

Cha Woo-jae.

Why are you here?

Looking sharp in a suit, as though he had just come from work, Cha Woo-jae stopped in front of the passenger seat, his expression curious. His perfectly fitted suit, immaculate hair, strong jawline, and sharp gaze—befitting a former prosecutor turned lawyer—gave off an intimidating aura.

Even as a friend, Woo-jae had a knack for making people nervous. But it wasn’t because of his background as a prosecutor or the fact that he had become a partner at a major law firm at such a young age. It was his arrogant, self-centered nature that truly made him unnerving.

As he got closer, Yi-jin’s heart raced, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

Had she really done something wrong? After all, she had planned to bring her date home, so she couldn’t say her intentions were entirely innocent.

Woo-jae lightly opened the passenger door, his voice cold as he spoke.

“Seo Yi-jin, get out.”

Yi-jin hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the car. Do-jun, still trapped in the driver’s seat, looked visibly confused.

Once Yi-jin was out, Woo-jae closed Do-jun’s car door and leaned against the passenger side, crossing his arms as he stared down at her. A flicker of intensity flashed in his dark eyes.

“Are you out of your mind? You weren’t drunk, right? How could you scratch a perfectly fine car?”

Feeling awkward and embarrassed, Yi-jin snapped at Woo-jae. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen her almost kissing Do-jun. No matter how long they’d been friends—ten years now—that was not something she wanted him to witness.

“You’re the one who’s been drinking,” Woo-jae said, leaning in close to her lips, inhaling as if he were searching for evidence. Startled, Yi-jin flinched and pulled back.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“Bad parking. I must be losing it, Seo Yi-jin.”

Bad parking? Yi-jin knew better. Woo-jae had always been capable of anything—whether it was studies, sports, or even driving. He could park with one hand as if it were nothing. Woo-jae, the guy who could probably park blindfolded, was now pretending to mess up?

His voice, as he slowly dragged out her name, sounded both familiar and oddly foreign. She thought he had long since tamed that fiery temper of his after growing up, but now he looked like he’d reverted to that rebellious teenager, his eyes gleaming with that sharp, cutting intensity.

Yi-jin squinted up at him. His face, high above hers—Woo-jae stood at 190 cm—made it hard for her to make out his expression clearly.

Meanwhile, Do-jun, still trapped in the driver’s seat, awkwardly struggled to climb over to the passenger side. Sweating, he wiped his brow and tried to open the passenger door, but Woo-jae, leaning against it, wasn’t budging.

“What’s going on, Yi-jin?” Do-jun asked, rolling down the window and poking his head out. Woo-jae, glancing down at him dismissively, offered a flat apology.

“My bad. Seems I’ve scratched your car.”

“Oh, Attorney Cha Woo-jae! Hello,” Do-jun said, finally recognizing him.

“Yes, President Lee Do-jun. It’s me, Cha Woo-jae.”

“Uh, could you move so I can get out?”