19

Sitting in the doctor's office, you feel slightly on edge. The sterile smell of disinfectant fills the air, and the faint beeping of machines in the next room only adds to your nervousness. You glance around, tapping your fingers against your knee as you wait for Doctor Kim to finish looking over the notes he just took from you.

He looks up from his clipboard, adjusting his glasses before offering you a polite but professional smile. "So, Y/n, you mentioned nausea, fatigue, and feeling generally unwell for the past few weeks?"

You nod. "Yeah, it's been on and off, but it's been bad enough to make me think something's wrong. I thought it was food poisoning at first, but it's been weeks, and I just feel... off."

Doctor Kim hums in thought. "Have you noticed any other symptoms? Changes in appetite, dizziness, anything unusual?"

You think for a moment. "I mean... I guess I've been feeling tired more often, but I figured that was just stress. And I haven't been eating as much because I feel sick half the time."

He nods again before flipping to a new page on his clipboard. "Alright, well, given your symptoms, I'd like to run a few tests just to rule some things out. We can start with a basic blood test."

You swallow, suddenly feeling even more nervous. "Rule what out?"

Doctor Kim offers you a reassuring smile. "There are a few possibilities, but we'll know more after the results come in. It's nothing to stress about for now."

Doctor Kim's question catches you off guard. "When was your last period?"

You blink, thinking back. Your cycle was usually regular, but now that he's asking, you realize— you missed your period two weeks ago.

Your stomach tightens as the realization sinks in. You hadn't thought much of it at the time. Maybe you were stressed, maybe your body was just acting up, but now... with the nausea, the fatigue, and everything else...

Doctor Kim notices your pause. "Y/n?"

You clear your throat. "Uh... I guess I missed it. Two weeks ago."

He nods, writing something down. "Alright. Given that, I think we should also run a pregnancy test."

Your heart drops.

You open your mouth to protest, to say it's unnecessary, but nothing comes out. Because suddenly, all the symptoms make sense. The nausea, the exhaustion, the mood swings—you thought it was stress, but what if it wasn't?

Doctor Kim looks at you gently. "It's just to rule things out. If it's negative, we'll keep looking at other possibilities."

You nod numbly, barely processing as a nurse comes in to take your blood. Your mind is already spiraling.

You step out of the doctor's office, your mind racing. A pregnancy test.

Doctor Kim had told you the results would take a couple of days, but just to be sure, he suggested you take a test at home. The idea alone makes your stomach churn—whether from nerves or the nausea that refuses to leave, you're not sure.

As you walk down the street, you pull out your phone, debating if you should call Mina. No. You weren't ready to talk about this yet. Not until you were sure.

Without thinking too much, you take a detour to the nearest pharmacy, staring at the shelves of pregnancy tests. This shouldn't be happening. Your hands feel clammy as you grab one, quickly paying before heading home.

The box feels heavy in your bag, almost like it's mocking you. You don't even know if you're ready for the truth.

You sit down on a bench near the local park, the cool evening air doing little to calm your nerves.

If you're pregnant, then obviously... Jungkook is the father.

The thought alone makes your chest feel tight. You run a hand through your hair, staring blankly ahead as kids play in the distance, their laughter mixing with the soft rustling of trees.

How did it even come to this? One second, it was just a favor, something neither of you were supposed to take seriously. Now, he's distant, you're sitting here with a pregnancy test in your bag, and everything feels like it's spiraling out of control.

Would he even believe you if you told him? Would he even care? The way he's been acting lately makes you doubt everything.

You exhale sharply, pressing a hand to your lower stomach. There's only one way to find out.

You just need to take the test.

Your hands tremble as you rip open the pregnancy test packaging, your breath uneven. You don't waste any time, following the instructions with shaky fingers before setting the test on the sink.

Now, all you can do is wait.

Your heart pounds as you sit on the edge of the bathtub, hands gripping your knees. The seconds stretch painfully long, your mind racing with every possibility.

What if it's positive? What if it's negative? Either way, everything feels different now. The thought alone was enough to make you feel sick all over again.

You squeeze your eyes shut, taking slow, deep breaths. But none of it stops the anxiety creeping up your spine.

Your hands hesitate before reaching for the test, your chest tightening. You already know the answer before you even look.

Two lines.

Positive.

Your breath catches, and for a second, everything around you fades. The walls feel like they're closing in, and your body suddenly feels too heavy to move.

This isn't real. It can't be.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that when you open them, the lines will disappear. But when you look again, they're still there.

Panic grips you. You're not ready for this. You can barely take care of yourself—how the hell are you supposed to raise a child? And Jungkook... Jungkook.

Your stomach turns at the thought of telling him. How would he react? Would he think you're lying? Would he even want this? He was the one who wanted to cut things off. This wasn't part of the deal.

Your fingers dig into your palms as you sit frozen in place, staring at the test in your hands. What now?

Your mind races, replaying every moment, every stupid, reckless decision. How could you have been so careless?

All the times you let it happen without thinking, without worrying about the consequences—and now here you are, staring at proof of your mistake.

You feel your eyes burn, frustration and fear mixing together in a suffocating wave. You should have been smarter. You should have known better.

Your hands shake as you place the test down on the bathroom counter. What the hell are you supposed to do now?

Your hands tremble as you pick up your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you see Mom. Without hesitating, you press call, holding your breath as it rings.

"Y/n? Sweetheart, is everything okay?" Her voice is warm, familiar, and instantly makes your chest tighten.

You force a small laugh, trying to keep your voice steady. "Yeah, everything's fine, Mom. I was just thinking... maybe I could come visit for a few weeks?"

There's a pause on the other end before she hums in approval. "Of course, sweetheart! You know you're always welcome. Is something wrong, though? You sound a little off."

You press your lips together, gripping the test in your hand. "No, really, I just... I miss home."

Your mom sighs, "Alright, well, come whenever you're ready. I'll make your favorite dishes."

You thank her and hang up, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You don't know if running away will help, but right now, it's the only thing that feels right.

You take a deep breath before responding, "I'll come in a couple of days. I just need to sort some things out first."

Your mom hums in understanding. "Alright, sweetheart. Just don't take too long, okay? I can't wait to see you."

You force a smile, even though she can't see it. "Yeah... me too."

After exchanging a few more words, you finally hang up, letting out a shaky breath. You have a couple of days to figure out what to do next.

You quickly type out a message to Mina, "Hey, I won't be able to make it today, I've got food poisoning. I'll catch up with you later, though."

You hit send and lean back against the couch, feeling a wave of guilt, but knowing it's probably the easiest excuse for now.

The thought of telling your family, especially your mom, made your stomach churn with anxiety. How could you explain something like this? A fatherless child—basically unborn, yet so real. You couldn't imagine how Jungkook would react, or how you'd even approach the subject with him.

You tried to picture it: sitting across from him, your heart pounding as you tell him the truth, not knowing whether he'd run or stay. And then, your family—they'd want to help, but would they understand the situation? You had never felt more unsure in your life.

But as much as you felt the weight of it all, you knew one thing for certain: you had to face it. Whether you had to figure out how to do this alone or confront Jungkook about it, you'd have to decide soon. Time wasn't going to stop for you to figure it out.

The thought hit you like a wave, and it was overwhelming. Abortion. It was a decision you never thought you'd have to make, but now it seemed like the only option. You weren't ready to be a mother. You weren't ready for any of it. You weren't sure how Jungkook would react, how your family would react, or if you even had the strength to carry through with such a major decision. But the reality was that you couldn't see yourself going through with a pregnancy right now—not with everything going on.

You thought about all the things you'd need to consider—appointments, finding a clinic, the emotional and physical toll it would take. It all felt like so much to process. You knew you'd need support, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell anyone just yet. Not until you figured things out.

Tears welled up as you imagined the worst-case scenarios. You tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back, pressing harder each time. You had no idea where to start or what to do next, but you knew you couldn't stay in limbo forever. You had to make a choice.

You sit there, tears streaming down your face, your heart heavy with regret and frustration. You angrily wipe at your eyes, calling yourself stupid over and over. Why did you let things get so out of hand? Why didn't you think about the consequences sooner? How could you have been so careless? You feel like you've trapped yourself in a mess that you don't know how to get out of.

The weight of everything starts to sink in—the fear of what could happen next, the uncertainty, the overwhelming responsibility that now seems too much to bear. It feels like you've lost control, like every decision you made has led you to this moment.

The anger at yourself swells, and for a second, you just want to scream or throw something, anything to release the frustration. But it doesn't make anything better. You're still left with this sinking feeling in your stomach, unsure of what to do next.

The realization hits you harder than anything you've ever felt. You're pregnant, and the father is someone you don't even know will want this. Jungkook, with all his unpredictability, his complicated feelings, and the way things between you two have turned out—how could he possibly want this? And even if he did, could he be the kind of person to stick around and help? The uncertainty feels suffocating.

You're stuck between so many emotions—anger at yourself, fear of what this means for your future, and confusion over what to do next. Part of you wonders if you should tell him, but then another part of you is terrified of his reaction. He's never shown any signs of wanting more than a casual connection. Would he just walk away, leaving you to deal with this alone? Or would he surprise you? The thought of raising a child on your own seems impossible right now.

You start to question everything—the decisions that led you here, the mistakes you made, and how things will change, not just for you but for everyone around you. What will your family say? How will they react? How will Jungkook react? And most importantly, what do you even want for yourself moving forward?

The weight of it all feels like too much to bear, and the uncertainty only makes it harder. You need answers, but you're not sure where to turn.

You sit on the bathroom floor, staring at the pregnancy test in your hands, feeling like your whole world is caving in. Moving to Seoul was supposed to be about freedom, about building your own life, about finding yourself. And now? Now you're stuck in a situation you never planned for, never wanted.

You regret everything. Regret moving here, regret getting involved with Jungkook, regret thinking you could handle this kind of life on your own. If you had just stayed home, closer to your family, none of this would have happened. Maybe you wouldn't feel so alone right now.

Tears well up in your eyes as the weight of it all crashes over you. You wrap your arms around your knees, trying to calm your breathing. You need to think. You need to figure out what to do. But right now, all you can do is sit here, drowning in regret and fear, wishing you could go back and undo it all.

Time felt like a blur. You weren't sure if it had been two days or four—all you knew was that you couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed. Your body felt heavy, your mind even heavier. The weight of everything pressed down on you, making it impossible to move.

Your phone buzzed a few times—Mina, Yoongi, even your mom checking in—but you couldn't bring yourself to answer. What would you even say? That you were pregnant and terrified? That you didn't know what to do? That the father of your child had basically cut you off before you even had the chance to tell him?

You stared at the ceiling, numb. The thought of facing reality, of making a decision, felt too overwhelming. So instead, you just laid there, trapped in your own thoughts, wishing it would all just go away.

You just couldn't bring yourself to go outside or even talk to anyone. The thought of facing the world, of pretending like everything was fine, felt impossible.

Your phone kept lighting up with messages—Mina asking if you were okay, Yoongi probably making some joke to get you to respond, and your mom sending heart emojis, unaware of the storm you were going through. But you ignored them all.

You felt trapped in your own mind, drowning in thoughts of what now? What were you supposed to do? How were you supposed to tell anyone? What if Jungkook didn't want anything to do with it? What if you couldn't do this?

Your body ached from lying in bed all day, but even the idea of getting up felt exhausting. So you stayed there, curled up under your blankets, wishing the world outside your room would just disappear.

Your phone rang again, and you sighed, assuming it was Mina or Yoongi checking in on you. You were in no mood to deal with their questions or concern, so you almost ignored it. But something made you glance at the screen.

Doctor Kim.

Your stomach dropped.

For a second, you hesitated, your finger hovering over the screen. You already knew what he was going to say—you had taken the test yourself, hadn't you? But part of you still clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it was a mistake.

Taking a shaky breath, you answered.

"Hello?"

"Miss Y/n?" The doctor's voice was calm, professional. "I have your results."

Your grip on the phone tightened. "Okay..."

There was a pause before he spoke again. "The test confirms that you are, in fact, pregnant."

The words felt like a punch to the gut.

You had known. Deep down, you had known. But hearing it out loud made it real.

"Y/n? Are you still there?"

You swallowed hard. "Yeah... I'm here."

"I understand this might be overwhelming," Doctor Kim said gently. "If you need support, we have resources available. I'd also recommend scheduling a follow-up appointment to discuss your options and next steps."

Your throat was dry. "Okay... thank you."

"If you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call."

You barely mumbled a goodbye before hanging up.

The room felt smaller. The silence around you was deafening.

You were pregnant.

Your fingers trembled as you scrolled through your contacts, hovering over Mina's name.

She was the only person you could think to call. The only one who wouldn't judge you, who would actually listen.

Pressing the call button, you brought the phone to your ear, your heartbeat loud in the silence. It rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello? Y/n?" Her voice was filled with confusion, probably surprised since you had been ignoring her texts. "Are you okay? You've been so quiet—"

"I'm pregnant."

There was a pause. A long one. You could hear her breathing on the other end, but she didn't say anything right away.

"...What?"

Your throat was tight, your eyes already stinging. "I'm pregnant, Mina."

"Oh my god." She sounded breathless, as if you had just knocked the wind out of her. "Oh my—Y/n, are you serious?"

You let out a shaky laugh, one that didn't hold any humor. "Do I sound like I'm joking?"

"No, no, I just—shit." She exhaled sharply. "Okay. Okay, um... are you okay? Like, really okay?"

You ran a hand down your face. "I don't know."

Mina was quiet for a moment before her voice softened. "I'm coming over."

"You don't have to—"

"Shut up. I'm coming over. Right now."

And just like that, she hung up.

You stared at your phone, a lump forming in your throat.

You had no idea what you were going to do. But at least, for now, you didn't have to face it alone.

You kept repeating it in your head—I did the right thing. I needed to tell someone.

But even as you sat there, gripping your phone tightly, doubt clawed at your chest.

What if Mina freaked out? What if she told you to tell Jungkook? What if she judged you for even thinking about abortion?

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. No. Mina wasn't like that. She was your best friend. She wouldn't judge you.

Still, the fear lingered.

The sound of a car pulling up outside made your breath hitch. You barely had time to wipe your face before a knock came at your door.

It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you got up and opened the door.

Mina doesn't hesitate. The moment you open the door, she steps in and wraps her arms around you tightly. No words—just warmth, just comfort.

You don't realize how much you needed it until you're burying your face in her shoulder, your body shaking.

She strokes your back gently. "I'm here, Y/n. I've got you."

You swallow hard, gripping the fabric of her jacket. "I—" Your voice cracks. "I don't know what to do."

Mina pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes full of concern. "Let's sit down, okay?"

You nod numbly, letting her guide you to the couch. She doesn't push, doesn't demand you explain right away. She just waits, holding your hand, giving you time.

And when you finally whisper, "I'm pregnant," Mina squeezes your hand a little tighter.

"It's okay," she says softly. "We'll figure this out together."

"Have you told Jungkook ?"

You shake your head, feeling a lump in your throat. "No, I haven't told him yet. I don't even know where to start. I don't know how he'll react."

Mina's expression softens. "I get it, but you need to tell him. He has a right to know, Y/n."

"I know," you murmur, your voice trembling a bit. "But what if he doesn't want this? What if he doesn't want me or the baby?"

Mina looks at you with a mix of concern and determination. "You can't keep avoiding it, or it'll just eat you up inside. Whatever happens, you need to talk to him. And I'm here to support you, no matter how it goes."

You nod, the weight of her words settling in. You knew she was right, but the thought of facing Jungkook, of hearing his reaction, terrified you. "I just don't know how to do it."

Mina hugs you tightly, offering silent support. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to do this alone."

You take a deep breath, feeling comforted by her words, but still unsure about the next step.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything pressing on you. "Mina... I think I want an abortion."

Mina's expression softens, and she sits beside you on the bed, her hand gently reaching for yours. "Y/n... I know this is really tough for you. But are you sure? I mean, have you really thought it through?"

You nod, your voice shaking slightly. "I just... I'm not ready for this. I can barely take care of myself. I don't even know how I'd manage a baby, and I don't know if I'm prepared to have a child, especially with everything that's been happening."

Mina sighs softly, her grip tightening on your hand. "I get it, Y/n. This is a huge decision, and you're allowed to feel overwhelmed. But before you do anything, I think you need to talk to Jungkook about it. It's not just your decision."

You shake your head, looking down at your lap. "I don't know if I can. What if he doesn't want it? What if he just sees it as a mistake?"

Mina looks at you with understanding. "I can't say how he'll react, but you deserve to know how he feels. And you deserve to have someone by your side through this. You don't have to make this decision alone."

You feel tears start to sting your eyes. "I don't want to drag him into this if he doesn't care. I don't want to burden him."

Mina gently wipes a tear from your cheek. "You're not a burden, Y/n. And you shouldn't make this decision out of fear. Think about what you want. You deserve to be happy, and you deserve to make a choice that feels right for you."

You sniffle, trying to collect your thoughts. "But what if I make the wrong choice? What if I regret it?"

Mina pulls you into a tight hug. "Whatever you decide, I'll be here for you. And don't feel rushed, okay? You don't have to decide right now. Take your time."

You close your eyes, clinging to her, feeling a sense of comfort in her words. You know you have decisions to make, but for now, you're just grateful not to face them alone.

You look up at Mina, your voice trembling. "Mina, would you... would you come with me to the doctor's appointment? I don't want to go alone. I just need someone there with me."

Mina immediately nods, her expression softening with care. "Of course, Y/n. I'll be right there with you. You don't have to face this alone."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a slight weight lift off your shoulders. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Mina smiles warmly at you, squeezing your hand. "You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you, always."

For the first time in what feels like days, you feel a small sense of comfort knowing that, no matter what happens, you won't have to go through it alone.

Mina gently helps you stand, her hand steady on your back. "Go get changed, Y/n. I'll wait here."

You nod and walk to your room, the weight of everything still heavy on your shoulders. You pick out something simple, a comfortable outfit that won't make you feel too restricted. As you change, your mind drifts back to the appointment, to the choices ahead. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

Once you're ready, you walk back out to Mina, who's sitting on the couch, looking at you with an encouraging smile. "Ready?"

You give a small nod, though you're not sure if you truly are. "Yeah. Let's go."

Mina stands, walking over to you and offering you her arm. "Let's do this together, okay?"

You nod again, this time feeling a little more reassured by her presence. Together, you both head out the door, ready to face what comes next.

The drive to the clinic feels endless, each passing mile adding weight to your already heavy heart. The silence in the car is thick, neither of you really knowing what to say. You can feel the tension in the air, but Mina's presence beside you is a small comfort, reminding you that you're not alone in this moment.

You stare out the window, watching the world move by, yet it all feels so distant. The only thing that occupies your mind is what's ahead—the uncertainty, the decision, and the emotions swirling inside you.

Mina occasionally glances at you from the driver's seat but doesn't say anything, knowing this is something you need to work through on your own, even though she's here for you. She gives you the space you need while still offering her support.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally pull into the parking lot of the hospital. The nerves settle in your stomach, a gnawing feeling that has been there for hours now.

Mina stops the car, turns off the engine, and looks at you. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready. Just know, whatever you decide, I'm with you."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, then slowly nod. "I'm ready. I think I need to do this."

Mina gives you a reassuring smile, and together, you both get out of the car and walk towards the building. Every step feels heavy, but with Mina by your side, you feel a little less alone.

As you walk into the hospital, your heart races, and each step feels heavier than the last. The sterile scent of the hospital, the buzzing of distant conversations, and the sight of people walking around make the place feel almost overwhelming. Your nerves tighten, but you remind yourself that you're doing the right thing, even though you feel like you're standing on the edge of something you can't fully comprehend yet.

Mina walks beside you, offering a quiet presence of support, but you can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on both of you. She guides you to the reception desk, and you take a deep breath before giving your details. The receptionist smiles politely, but it feels like the smallest thing in the world right now.

"Please have a seat, someone will call you shortly," the receptionist says, and you nod before finding a spot to sit. Mina sits next to you, not saying much, but her hand finds yours, giving it a small squeeze.

The waiting room feels like it stretches on forever. You watch the clock tick, your anxiety building with every second. The sound of footsteps, the rustling of papers—everything feels so distant, but your mind keeps replaying the decision you're about to make.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your name is called. You stand up, your legs unsteady, and follow the nurse to the consultation room. Mina walks with you, her presence grounding you.

Once inside, the nurse instructs you to take a seat, and you do so, your heart thudding in your chest. Doctor Kim enters the room with a calm and reassuring presence, his eyes softening when he sees the anxiety written on your face. He takes a seat across from you, glancing between you and Mina before speaking gently.

"Y/n, I know this is a difficult situation, and I'm here to guide you through it," he says, his tone warm but professional. "We have a few options available to you regarding the pregnancy, and I want to make sure you fully understand each one before you make your decision."

He takes a moment, allowing you to absorb his words before continuing.

"The first option is to continue with the pregnancy and carry it to term. This would require a lot of consideration, as it's a big responsibility and you'd need to have a support system in place, physically, emotionally, and financially. I understand that this might not be something you're ready for right now, and that's okay."

He pauses, making sure you're following. Mina squeezes your hand, but you feel a knot tightening in your stomach.

"The second option is adoption. If you choose not to keep the baby but don't want to undergo an abortion, adoption can be a good alternative. It allows the child to have a chance at life, and you can find a family that is ready and willing to take care of them. It's a difficult choice, but it's an option if you're not ready to parent but don't want to go through the abortion process."

You nod, processing the information, and the doctor continues.

"Lastly, there's the option of abortion, which can be done early on in the pregnancy about 5-7 weeks into your pregnancy. It's important to understand that the procedure is safe when done in a medical facility like this one, and we'll make sure you are comfortable and well-informed throughout the process."

He gives you a moment to let the words sink in before speaking again.

"I want to remind you that none of these choices are easy, and there's no right or wrong decision. It's entirely up to you, and I want you to feel confident in whatever path you choose. Take your time to think about it. You don't have to make a decision today, but I will be here to support you through whichever choice you make."

The room feels heavier than before, and you can sense the weight of the decision pressing down on you. Mina looks at you, her expression soft but uncertain, waiting for you to say something.

"Do you need a moment to think?" Doctor Kim asks gently, giving you the space to process everything he just said. smile on their face, but the concern in your heart doesn't fade.

Mina sits beside you, her voice soft and understanding, "Y/n, do any of those options feel right to you? I know this is hard, and I can't even imagine what you're going through, but whatever you choose, I'm here for you."

You feel the weight of the question settle in, the reality of your situation pressing down harder. You remain silent for a moment, thoughts swirling.

"You don't have to decide anything right now," she continues, her hand resting on yours. "Just... take your time. I know it's a lot to process."

The silence between you two stretches as you try to gather your thoughts. You stare at your hands, thinking about the future, the consequences of each option, and how everything seems so uncertain. The decision feels impossible, but at the same time, you know it's one you'll have to make soon.

"I'm just... not sure what's the right thing to do," you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor enters the room again, his expression calm and professional. "Y/n, the tests confirm that you're still early into the pregnancy, so you have a little more time to decide what you want to do," he informs you, his tone gentle. "It's important that you take the time to think through your options carefully. There's no rush."

You nod slowly, feeling the weight of the situation, but also, in a strange way, a small sense of relief. The pressure of making a decision so quickly is lifted, just slightly.

"Take the time you need," the doctor continues. "And if you have any questions or want to talk more about the options, we're here for you."

As he leaves the room, the silence between you and Mina feels more heavy now. Your thoughts swirl in every direction, but at least, for now, you have a little more time to process everything.

You take a deep breath, turning to Mina as you slowly speak, "I think I need to go back home for a bit. Be around my family, figure things out... But with the time frame for an abortion, I don't know if it'll be possible. What if it's already too late?" Your voice trembles with the weight of uncertainty.

Mina looks at you with a mix of concern and empathy. "You don't have to decide everything right now, Y/n," she says gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "You're not alone in this. You've got time, and you can still talk to the doctor, see if there's a way to work it out. Don't rush yourself into something you're not sure about."

You nod, trying to steady your emotions. The idea of going home sounds like the comfort you need, but the reality of your situation still looms over you, leaving you unsure of what step to take next.

The room feels heavy with the silence as you sit there, your mind racing through countless thoughts. You try to distract yourself, focusing on the soft hum of the lights above. Mina sits beside you, offering a quiet support as you both wait for Doctor Kim to return.

After what feels like an eternity, the door finally opens, and Doctor Kim steps in. His expression is calm, but there's a hint of understanding in his eyes as he looks at you. "Have you had some time to think about the options?" he asks gently, sitting down across from you.

"Doc do you allow abortion surgery later on in the pregnancy to allow myself to think and..." You ask.

Doctor Kim nods thoughtfully at your question, his face turning a little more serious as he explains. "Yes, it is possible to have a later abortion, but it's important to note that the risks increase as the pregnancy progresses. The procedure becomes more complex and there is a higher risk of complications, including infection and bleeding. It's something that we would need to discuss in detail and monitor closely."

He pauses, letting the gravity of his words sink in. "If you choose that route, you'd need to be in good health, and we'd take every precaution possible, but I want you to fully understand the risks involved. If you decide you need more time, there are other options we can explore to help you feel more comfortable with your decision."

You can feel the weight of the choice pressing on you, and you glance at Mina, feeling torn.

Walking out of the hospital, you feel the weight of everything pressing down on you. The decision ahead seems impossible, and the uncertainty of your future hangs in the air. The cool breeze brushes against your skin, but it does little to soothe the storm brewing in your mind.

Mina walks beside you, her presence a small comfort, but you can tell she's just as unsure as you are. The conversation you had with the doctor hasn't made things clearer, and the options laid out before you feel overwhelming. You're lost, unable to see a clear path forward.

"I know you're confused right now," Mina says quietly, as if reading your thoughts. "But you don't have to figure it out all at once. You have time."

You nod but don't speak, your thoughts swirling. You're grateful for her support, but the decision ultimately feels like it's all on you. And the pressure to make the 'right' choice is suffocating.

As you walk, the weight of it all grows heavier. You're unsure of what to do next. It feels like no matter which decision you make, something will be lost—whether it's your sense of control or the future you had envisioned for yourself.

For now, you just keep walking, one step at a time, not knowing where this road is leading you.

You lie down, feeling the exhaustion catch up to you as your mind races with thoughts of everything that's happened. Your body feels heavy, and though you try to push the anxiety away, it lingers in the back of your mind. The soft weight of the blankets around you offers some comfort, but the quiet of the room feels almost too loud.

Mina's voice drifts up from downstairs, faintly comforting as she moves around, tidying up your space. You close your eyes, willing yourself to get some rest, but sleep doesn't come easily. Your thoughts keep spiraling back to the same questions, the same uncertainty.

You know you need rest, but your mind won't allow it. Even with Mina's kindness, the situation feels too big to escape. Still, you try to breathe deeply, letting the warmth of your bed envelop you, hoping that somehow, sleep will give you the clarity you so desperately need.

After what feels like hours, you hear Mina's footsteps coming up the stairs. She enters the room, and you open your eyes, grateful for her presence, though the weight on your chest hasn't lifted.

"Rest as much as you can," she says softly, sitting by the edge of your bed. "Everything will work out. You'll figure it out."

You nod, forcing a smile. It's hard to believe those words right now, but Mina's support is something you can rely on, at least for now. "Thanks, Mina," you whisper, closing your eyes once more, though the storm in your mind hasn't quite settled.

Mina glanced at the clock, slightly surprised by the unexpected knock. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked toward the door, her curiosity piqued. When she opened it, she froze for a moment, seeing who was standing there.

Jungkook stood on the other side, his expression unreadable, and for a brief second, there was an awkward silence between the two of them. He was clearly hesitant, as though unsure whether to speak.

Mina's gaze shifted to him, her protective instincts kicking in as she crossed her arms. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone firm, though not entirely unfriendly.

Jungkook shifted from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable with the tension. "I need to talk to Y/n," he said quietly, his voice carrying an edge of regret.

Mina frowned, her thoughts immediately going to you upstairs, sleeping, probably trying to process everything that had happened. "She's resting right now," she replied, her voice softer, but her stance still defensive. "She's been through a lot, Jungkook. Maybe it's not the best time."

Jungkook let out a breath, his eyes softening slightly as he glanced toward the staircase, clearly wanting to speak with you. "I know. I just... I've been thinking, and I need to apologize. I messed up, Mina. I don't know what to do."

Mina hesitated for a moment, considering whether it was the right thing to let him in. She knew you had a lot of emotions to work through, but she also knew that Jungkook needed to make things right, whatever that meant.

After a moment, she stepped aside, her expression still cautious. "You can talk to her, but she needs space. Don't push her."

Jungkook nodded, stepping inside slowly, his gaze on the stairs as he took another deep breath.

Mina stepped in front of Jungkook before he could make his way upstairs, her arms crossed firmly in front of her. Her gaze was sharp, not allowing him to pass.

"Wait," she said, her voice steady but filled with warning. "You've been avoiding her for weeks. And now you want to show up, after everything that's happened? You think that's just going to fix things?"

Jungkook's expression softened, regret filling his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mina cut him off before he could say anything.

"You hurt her, Jungkook," she continued, her voice tight with concern. "She's been through so much already. This isn't just about you showing up when it's convenient for you. You need to show that you actually care and you're ready to own up to what you've done."

Jungkook stood still, his eyes downcast, understanding the weight of her words. He had been selfish, and he knew it. He had never truly thought about the consequences of his actions until now.

"I know," he whispered, his voice tinged with guilt. "I know I messed up. But I need to fix this... for her. For us."

Mina's gaze softened slightly, but she wasn't about to let him off easily. "You can't just fix this with words. She needs more than that, Jungkook. If you truly care, you need to prove it. You need to be patient with her, because right now, she's not ready to talk. She doesn't know what to do with all of this. So, if you want to help, you need to give her the space she needs... and show her, not just tell her, that you can be there for her."

Jungkook took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "I'll wait. I'll do whatever it takes. Just... please, don't let her shut me out completely."

Mina gave him a long look, then nodded, stepping aside to let him pass. But she spoke one last time, her voice firm. "You better mean it, Jungkook. Don't make things worse. Take it slow."

Mina stood in the hallway, her mind racing as she pondered what to do. She knew that if she told Jungkook everything, it might hurt you even more. But deep down, she also understood that he deserved to know the truth, especially considering how things had gone down between you two.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him, her expression serious.

"Listen," Mina began, her voice quiet but firm, "I'm doing this because I care about you both. You need to understand what's been going on with Y/n. It's not just about what happened between you two. She's been dealing with something bigger than either of you realize."

Jungkook looked at her with concern, his face filled with uncertainty. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice cautious.

Mina's gaze softened, but there was still a trace of determination in her eyes. "She's pregnant, Jungkook."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He stared at her, his mind racing as he processed what she had just said.

"Wait, what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Pregnant? Is it... mine?"

Mina nodded, her heart heavy. "Yes, it's yours. And she's been struggling with it. She hasn't told you because she doesn't know what to do. She's scared, confused, and you've been ignoring her. She feels alone in all of this, and honestly, I don't blame her for keeping it from you. She doesn't know if she should keep it, or what to do next, and she's just trying to figure it all out."

Jungkook was silent for a long moment, his eyes focused on the ground, his mind trying to come to terms with what Mina had just revealed. The weight of the situation hit him all at once. This was no longer just about the physical attraction or the favour he had offered—this was about real consequences, real emotions, and the person he had been avoiding.

"I messed up," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "I didn't know... I had no idea."

Jungkook stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and guilt. He couldn't tell if he should cry or if the heaviness in his chest was just the weight of everything crashing down on him. His heart dropped as the realization sank in—he had been so caught up in his own life, so focused on his career and his own distractions, that he hadn't even considered what you might be going through.

The words felt like they were stuck in his throat, unable to escape. "I... I never meant for this to happen," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I wasn't ready for any of this... I don't know what to do."

Mina could see the turmoil in his eyes, the uncertainty, the remorse, and even a trace of fear. She stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm, trying to ground him. "No one is ever really ready for something like this, Jungkook," she said softly. "But this isn't just about being ready. It's about what you do now. She needs you, and you owe it to her to at least try."

Jungkook's chest tightened as the guilt gnawed at him. He had made so many mistakes, ignored so many signs, and now there was a life—maybe even two—hanging in the balance. "I've been so stupid," he whispered. "I thought I could just forget about everything and move on, but now... this is real."

Mina gave him a sympathetic look, understanding that he was struggling to process the situation. "You need to talk to her. Tell her everything—how you feel, what you're thinking, and that you're willing to be there for her, no matter what. You can't keep running away."

Jungkook nodded slowly, his expression softening as he finally allowed the full weight of everything to settle in. He wasn't sure what the future held, but he knew one thing for certain: he couldn't keep pretending like it didn't matter anymore.

"I'll talk to her," he said quietly, his voice tinged with resolve. "I don't know what I'm doing, but I'll do whatever it takes to make it right."

Mina gave him a small, encouraging smile before stepping back. "You better. She deserves that much."

You rubbed your eyes, still groggy from your nap, as the faint knock echoed through the quiet room. Your heart fluttered with a mix of confusion and curiosity—who could it be?

Slowly, you dragged yourself out of bed, your head still heavy with everything you had been thinking about earlier. When you opened the door, you were met with the last person you expected: Jungkook. His eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion, his posture slightly tense as if he wasn't sure what to say or do.

You paused, standing there for a moment, unsure if you were ready to face him or what you even wanted to say. "Jungkook..." your voice was quiet, strained, and you could feel the weight of the silence hanging between you both.

He looked at you, his gaze soft but filled with regret. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.

You took a deep breath, your stomach knotting as the emotions from earlier started to rush back. "What's there to talk about?" you replied, your tone more guarded than you intended.

Jungkook winced slightly at your words, but he didn't back down. "I know I messed up," he began, his voice faltering slightly. "And I know I hurt you. I never meant to, but I got scared. I wasn't thinking straight. And now... now it feels like everything's falling apart, and I don't know what to do."

You stared at him, feeling your chest tighten as his words hit you. You wanted to be angry, to tell him how much he'd hurt you, but something in his voice, the vulnerability you saw there, made it hard to keep your walls up.

"I just..." Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair, his eyes searching yours desperately. "I don't know what to do, but I want to be here for you. I want to make things right."

Your breath caught in your throat as you let the words slip out, though they felt heavier than anything you had ever said. "I'm pregnant," you said, barely able to meet his eyes. "And I don't know what to do."

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock, and you saw the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He looked away for a moment, running a hand through his hair, trying to process everything. "I know," he said quietly, his voice filled with guilt. "Mina told me."

The words stung more than you expected. "You knew?" you repeated, the anger and frustration rising within you. "And you still... kept your distance from me? You didn't think I needed you to be here?"

He hesitated, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. "I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to fix things, Y/n. And I didn't want to make it worse. I thought maybe if I stayed away, I wouldn't add to your stress. But now... I see I've just made everything harder."

You felt your chest tighten, the weight of everything pressing down on you. "You don't get it, Jungkook," you said, your voice cracking. "I'm scared. And I'm doing this alone. You think it's just your fault? I don't know how I'm supposed to handle this, and now you're here saying all these things, but none of it changes anything."

Jungkook took a deep breath, stepping closer, his expression pained. "I don't want you to handle this alone. I know I messed up, but I want to be here for you. I want to be involved... with everything. I don't know what that looks like, but I want to help. Even if it means I have to step up and actually be responsible."

You blinked, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the anger and confusion. "And what about everything else? The way you've treated me, the way you've ignored me?"

He swallowed hard, his guilt written all over his face. "I don't have excuses for that. I was selfish, and I'm sorry. But I want to make things right. If you'll let me."

There was a silence between you two, thick with uncertainty, but this time, Jungkook wasn't backing down.

You take a shaky breath, trying to steady your emotions, but it feels impossible. "I don't know what to do anymore, Jungkook," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm thinking about getting an abortion. I don't feel ready for this, and I don't know if I ever will be. I don't even know if you want this or if you'll stick around. I can't raise a child on my own."

Jungkook's face falls, and for the first time since he walked in, you see a flash of genuine fear in his eyes. He takes a step forward, his voice soft but urgent holding your face.

Jungkook's voice becomes more determined, and his grip on your face tightens just slightly as if trying to make sure you hear every word. "Y/n, I've been thinking a lot about this. I know I haven't been the best, and I've messed up, but I need you to know it's my choice too. And I don't want you to go through with an abortion."

You blink, stunned. The weight of his words seems to hang in the air, and you step back slightly, trying to process what he just said. "But... you're saying you want to keep it? Are you sure? Because I can't handle this on my own, Jungkook. I can't."

He exhales, his gaze never leaving yours, and for a moment, there's a quiet understanding between you two, something that's been lacking for so long. "I'm sure. I don't expect you to handle it alone, Y/n. I know I haven't been great, but I want to be here for you. I want to be a part of this, of us. I don't want you to feel like you have to carry all of this by yourself. It's my responsibility too."

His words hit you like a wave, and you feel a lump form in your throat. You hadn't expected this. You hadn't expected him to want to stay, to take responsibility. For so long, you thought he was just going to walk away, like everyone else. But hearing him say he wanted to be there for you... it shifts something inside you.

"I don't know what to do," you admit, tears welling in your eyes. "I'm scared, Jungkook. I've never been more scared in my life."

Jungkook steps closer, wrapping his arms around you gently. "We're both scared, but I'll be here. You don't have to decide everything right now. We'll figure it out together, okay?"

You nod slowly, unsure of what comes next, but feeling a sense of calm wash over you at his words. Even though the future is still uncertain, the fact that Jungkook was here, offering support and a choice, meant more than you could express in that moment.

You pull away slightly, your voice trembling with doubt and fear. "I'm still so young, Jungkook. I'm not even married, I'm barely making it on my own with work, and now I'm supposed to take care of a child? How can I do that? I don't know if I'm even ready for this kind of responsibility. I'm not prepared for any of this."

Jungkook watches you quietly, his expression softening as he listens to your worries. After a moment of silence, he takes a step closer and places his hand on your shoulder, his voice calm but filled with sincerity.

"I get it," he says softly. "I really do. This isn't easy for either of us. And yeah, we're both young, and this wasn't part of the plan. But that doesn't mean we can't figure it out. No one's ever really prepared for this, Y/n. But we can grow into it. I may not have all the answers either, but I want to be there with you, every step of the way. I'll help you, and we'll work together."

He takes a breath, his gaze steady as he meets your eyes. "It's okay to be scared, and it's okay to feel unprepared. We don't need to have everything figured out right now. But what I do know is that I don't want you to face this alone. I'm here, and I want to support you—no matter what you choose."

His words seem to hang in the air, and for the first time, you feel a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, things can work out. You can't help but feel conflicted, torn between the fear of the unknown and the possibility of making this work. You didn't have all the answers, but maybe—just maybe—you didn't have to. Maybe you didn't have to face this alone.

Jungkook pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. His warmth and presence offer some comfort, and despite all the fear and uncertainty swirling in your mind, you find yourself leaning into him, letting out a shaky breath.

"Y/n, I'm here," he whispers softly, his voice low and reassuring. "Whatever you decide, we'll figure it out together. You're not alone in this."

You feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours, and for a moment, the weight of everything seems a little lighter. His support, even without any clear answers, brings a small sense of relief. The tightness in your chest loosens just a bit as you allow yourself to feel the comfort of his presence, even if the future still feels so uncertain.

Jungkook pulls back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looks at you. His expression is serious, but there's a softness in his eyes, a mix of concern and something deeper, maybe even a hint of fear.

"I won't lie," he starts, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. "I didn't expect this... But knowing you're pregnant, it's not something I can just ignore. I'm scared, too. I don't know what the right thing to do is, but I do know that I want to be here for you... however we handle this."

He pauses for a moment, his gaze drifting to the floor before returning to meet yours.

"I don't want you to go through this alone, Y/n. Whether you choose to keep the baby or not... I'm in this with you. We'll figure it out together."

Jungkook takes a deep breath, his fingers tightening slightly on your arms as he speaks, his voice a little shaky but filled with honesty.

"For the longest time, I didn't know what to do... how to deal with everything I was feeling," he admits, his eyes not quite meeting yours at first. "I was confused, and honestly, I thought I could just keep things casual. I didn't think I'd care this much. But... I do. And I've been pushing those feelings down, thinking I could just ignore them. But I can't anymore, especially not with this situation."

He looks up at you now, his eyes softer, vulnerable.

"I've been an idiot, I know. I should've been more honest with you from the start, instead of running away from this. I don't know what comes next, but I want to figure it out with you, even if I'm scared too."

Jungkook's hand reaches out, gently touching your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that feels both comforting and uncertain.

"I'm sorry for making you feel like this was all just a game. It never was."

Jungkook's voice softens, the words coming slower, like he's still trying to process his own emotions.

"I knew from the moment I met you, Y/n," he admits quietly, his eyes filled with an intensity you haven't seen before. "There was something in you... something I couldn't quite place at first. And then, over time, it just hit me. The way you were, the way we were together... I couldn't fight it anymore. I couldn't stop feeling like maybe this was all meant to happen, even if I didn't know how to handle it."

He lets out a breath, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb gently moving in small circles.

"I thought I could keep ignoring it, push it down like I always do. But I realize now, I can't. It's not just about us anymore. It's about... everything that comes with it." His eyes flicker to your stomach for a moment, then back to your face, filled with uncertainty but also a hint of resolve.

Jungkook's voice cracks slightly as the words leave his lips. His eyes soften, filled with a sincerity that you've never seen before.

"I love you, Y/n," he says, the confession hanging between the two of you, heavy but real. "I know I haven't been perfect, and I know I've made mistakes, but... I never stopped caring about you. I never stopped feeling for you. And now... with all of this... I don't want to walk away from you. I want to be here, with you, for whatever comes next."

He hesitates for a moment, looking down at his hands before meeting your eyes again. "I don't expect you to feel the same, but I had to say it. Because I can't just stand here and pretend like I don't care about you anymore."

You feel your heart race as Jungkook searches your face, waiting for any sign of how you're processing his words. His gaze is intense, filled with hope and uncertainty. You're not sure what to say, the weight of everything he's confessed hitting you all at once.

You open your mouth, but words don't come easily. A part of you wants to shout out all the feelings you've kept buried—anger, confusion, the hurt of the distance, the way he's treated you—but another part wants to reach out to him, tell him that you've felt something for him too, but didn't know how to handle everything.

You stay silent for a moment, gathering your thoughts, still unsure if you're ready to let everything out.

Before you can even process it, you find yourself moving closer to Jungkook, your heart pounding in your chest. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him, your lips meeting his with a mix of urgency and relief. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but quickly deepens as all the emotions you've been holding back flood to the surface.

His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer as he responds to the kiss, his lips pressing against yours with a tenderness that leaves you breathless. For a moment, the world around you disappears, and it's just the two of you, lost in the shared connection you've both been avoiding.

When you pull away, you're both breathless, staring at each other with a mix of confusion and understanding. Jungkook looks at you, eyes searching yours for answers. "Does this mean...?" he starts, his voice uncertain.

Jungkook's arms immediately wrap around you, pulling you closer as you hug him tightly. His body relaxes against yours, the tension between you both finally easing. You feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and comforting. His hands gently caress your back as you stay in the embrace, not wanting to let go.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n," he whispers softly, his voice full of sincerity. "I've been an idiot. I should've told you how I felt. I should've been there for you, and I didn't... I was scared, too."

You pull away slightly to look up at him, a soft smile still on your lips. "We both were," you say quietly, your fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. "But we're here now, and that's what matters."

Jungkook nods, his expression softening. "Yeah... we are." He presses his forehead against yours, his hands holding you gently as if afraid to let go. "I'm not going anywhere, Y/n. Whatever we decide, we'll figure it out together."

You two kiss again.The kiss deepens, slow and tender, like an unspoken promise between you two. His lips move against yours with a sense of reverence, each touch filled with more meaning than the last. His hands find their way to your face, cupping it gently as if to memorize every detail of you.

The world around you fades as you focus on the warmth of his touch, the connection that's formed in such a short time but feels so right. It's different from before—this time, there's no doubt, no hesitation. Only the certainty of your shared feelings.

When you finally pull away, your breath is shaky, both of you slightly out of breath but with smiles that speak volumes. Jungkook brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb gently grazing your cheek. "I love you," he murmurs again, the words wrapping around you like a soft blanket.

You smile, your heart full, and nod. "I love you too, Jungkook."

"So the pregnancy..." he wonders searching for an answer in your eyes.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of Jungkook's question. It's not just about the baby, it's about everything—your future, your relationship, everything you've been feeling.

You take a moment, biting your lip as you think. There's so much you want to say, but you're not sure how to express everything you're feeling. Finally, you sigh and look up at him.