YoonA's POV

  Finally, the plane landed in San Francisco safe and sound. My stomach is churning. I don't know. It felt weird. I don't know if it meant I'm hungry or just having stomach ache.

  "Omma!" I called as I saw my mom holding a boquet of roses.

  "YoonA!" My mom pulled me to an embrace. "I'm so worried about you!"

  I soothed her, "I'lm fine now, Mom."

  "Ne. Let's go." She had her arm wrapped around my waist as we walked together in the car.

  "So, how are things with DongHae. I heard someone is stalking you." She frowned.

  "Mmm, DongHae-oppa is scared so he sent me here." I said.

  "Ara. So, what do you want to eat, dear? I'm glad he didn't complain about your big appetite." My mom laughed.

  I chuckled. "He likes just the way I am. He's got a big appetite, too."

  "Jinjja? Well, we have more to talk about."

  We both continued talking about our life in Seoul until Dad came home from his business trip. They missed me more than I missed them, that felt good. I eventually forgot the worries back in Korea. I bet DongHae is happy as I am.

  A week past, it felt like I hit the fast forward button. DongHae and I stayed connected through phone calls. He complained that his cooking abilities . I laughed at that. He wants me to come home but I reminded him that he was the one who wants to send me away. I could here his pout whenever I reminded him.

  I laid on my bed, waiting for my Mom to calll me for dinner. The bed was warm, just like our bed back in Seoul, but it was wrong, there was no DongHae. I missed his presence, his warmth. But I have to endure this.  

  Then, someone knocked the door. "YoonA, dinner's ready."

  "Okay." I called. I pouted. I'm not even hungry yet. Weird. Everytime someone mentions food, my stomach will growl, but now it didn't. What's wrong. Plus I felt sick. I walk to the dining room and found my parents waiting for me.

  "YoonA-ah, I cooked your favorite. Kimchi stew. Let's eat before it gets cold."

  I gave my mom a satisfying smile. We ate silently. My parents seem to enjoy the food. Unlike me, who was staring at my plate feeling sick.

  "YoonA-ah, eat." My dad said.

  I shook my head. "I'm not hungry."

  I felt my mom's hand over my forehead. "Your burning, sweety. You should eat."

  "No. I don't have the appetite." I frowned. Then I felt a sharp stab on my stomach. "Excuse me!" I ran straight into the toilet. How can it be possible that I'm vomiting when I didn't eat anything? What on earth is happening. It felt like a deja vu but I don't remember when the last time I felt this.

  The bathroom door creaked open. 

  "YoonA-ah, you're pregnant?"

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