Jiyong sits in front of Sandara’s room with both hands covering his eyes. Sandara’s pregnancy and reaction towards him is the first serious consequence he has ever faced from getting slammed at a party. Sure, he often parties hard and forgets what he did the night before, but he has never been a and a father. He never imagined that drugs and alcohol could turn him into a monster. A monster that took advantage of an innocent girl like Sandara and ruined her life.

“You son of a !” Bom spat at him, destroying his train of thought. “You don’t even have the right to be sitting here. My friend doesn’t want you anywhere near her or the baby. You need to leave.”

“Bom,” Jiyong rakes his hair with his hands, “I am going to tell you right now that I am not going to leave Sandara. She is carrying my kid. I need to be responsible for that. I might seem like a player and a jack-, but I have enough responsibility to take care of the life that I created.”

“If you are talking about money, you don’t have to worry about that. Sandara Park has enough money to raise hundreds of kids by herself. Just leave her alone,” Bom says, feeling tired with all the events that happened to her.

“I’m not talking about money. I’m talking about taking responsibility for my own actions. I have a conscience, Bom, and I know goddam sure that I ruined her life. I am not going to be a selfish and leave her all alone to face the problems that is going to come from