Seo-yeon stared at the pregnancy test in her hand. Her fingers were shaking.
Two red lines.
She had taken the test twice, and it showed the same result both times.
She couldn't believe it. She was pregnant. It had happened after only one night, and it had even been her first time. Was she that fertile.
Nobody would believe her. Even she wouldn't have believed it if it weren't happening to her.
The baby's father was Min Yoongi, a global star and a member of the biggest boy band in the world.
Seo-yeon was carrying his child. It still amazes her that she could meet her bias not to talk of carrying his baby.
She couldn't help thinking back to how it all started.
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That night, she had been working overtime. Her boss had told her to stay late, so she had told her boyfriend not to wait up for her.
An hour into the extra work, her phone buzzed with a message. She picked it up and frowned.
"YOUR BOYFRIEND IS CHEATING ON YOU."
She stared at the screen, then scoffed. "And you expect me to believe that?"
She looked at the unknown number for a few seconds before typing again.
"And who are you?"
The sender ignored her question and wrote back: "HE'S CHEATING ON YOU WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND."
"And you expect me to believe that?" she replied immediately.
"THEY ARE AT YOUR APARTMENT RIGHT NOW."
She scoffed again. "You really expect me to believe that my boyfriend and best friend are cheating on me? You're funny," she said to no one in particular.
Thirty minutes later, she still couldn't focus on her work. Something felt wrong, and she felt miserable.
Finally she stood up as she had made up her mind, if it was all a prank she would turn it into a surprise for him and turned to her co-worker.
"Lisa, tell the boss I had an emergency at home."
Before Lisa could answer, she rushed out of the office and flagged down a taxi.
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She paid the driver and hurried up to her unit. She knocked on the door for about half a minute, but nobody answered.
Then she took out her key and opened it herself.
Right at the doorstep, where the shoes were kept, she saw a familiar pair. They were the newly released Nike J-Hope Air Force 1 sneakers.
She and her best friend, Yerin, were both ARMY, and they had been excited about the release. The sneakers were Yerin's favorite, and Seo-yeon had given them to her on her birthday.
She calmed her sinking heart. It can't be only Yerin who owns that pair.
What if they belong to one of Daehyun's friends?
"Oppa!" she called out, but nobody answered.
She walked further in and heard faint moans from the bedroom. "No, no, no, no, no," she whispered, rushing toward Daehyun's room.
What she saw froze her on the spot. Her boyfriend and her best friend were naked under the sheets, tangled together.
She saw daehyun banging the life out of her best friend and she could hear Yerin's high-pitched voice from where she stood.
Seo-yeon screamed.
The two jumped apart, both still panting.
Daehyun looked up and saw his girlfriend. He went pale. He leaped out of bed and hurried over to her.
"Baby, it's not what you think."
"It's not what I'm thinking? Then what is this?"
"It's her! She seduced me. I never wanted to cheat on you."
Yerin shot back immediately. "You were the one who asked me out! You told me you had money and that you'd spoil me. Bestie, I never meant to betray you, he tempted me. Please believe me!"
"Shut up, you bitch!" Daehyun snapped. He stood up and slapped her.
Seo-yeon was fed up with their antics. "Stop it, both of you," she said, and they fell silent.
"I don't want to hear anything from either of you ever again."
She turned and walked out of the room. Then she stopped and looked back at them.
"You thought he had money, Yerin? Well, guess what? He has nothing. I'm the one who has been paying for his lavish lifestyle. He kept promising me he had a business deal on the way and that he was going to make it big. I guess he told you the same thing." She shook her head. "Good luck, scumbag. And you, bitch, I wish you both a happy life together."
With that, she stormed out of the house. She didn't want them to see her cry.
At the door, she collapsed and cried her eyes out. When she was done, she realized nobody was going to solve this for her.
She stood up and flagged down another taxi.
"Where are you going, ma'am?"
"To Diamond Bar."
"Okay, ma'am. That will be 15,000 won."
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The driver took her to the club, and she paid him. Inside, everything was loud and chaotic.
Some people were dancing, and some girls were giving guys lap dance in the club.
She went straight to the counter and ordered two shots of whiskey. Then she kept ordering, shot after shot.
She had a low alcohol tolerance, and she was already tipsy. When she stood up, she stumbled and fell right into the person sitting next to her.
She scrambled up at once. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she kept saying, over and over like a broken record.
"Are you okay?" the man asked. She realized she had crashed into a stranger. He took off his hoodie and cap.
"I'm fine," she said, smiling in a funny way. She steadied herself and looked up. Then she froze.
Ouch, it hurts, she thought, and she pinched herself. I'm not dreaming.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "You're..."