The next Monday at practice, "hey how's Haemi hyung? She hasn't visited us lately." Jaehyo asked Jiho. Jiho sighed and rubbed his forehead, "I don't know man. I haven't talked to her for a long time." 

Jiho has been a wreck these past few days. He hasn't been himself ever since Yukwon told him that he should stay away from Haemi. On what grounds should he stay away? He really didn’t get it. 

"Yukwon hyung's suffering from sister complex." Jihoon laughed. "maybe Jiho has been playing Haemi." Minhyuk mused. "are you hyung?" Jaehyo asked with his mouth wide open. "Of course not." Jiho kicked like a little child having a tantrum on the floor. "I care about Haemi. You've all seen that right?" Jiho was really worried about their relationship.

Jiho was still not giving up. Every hour, every break from practice, every minute he could, he'd try calling Haemi and texting her. Yukwon watched Jiho from afar pitying his friend. Yukwon felt bad that he had to what he had done. Jiho deserves it. He thought as he shifted his eyes to the phone lighting up and vibrating saying "incoming call from Woo Jiho <3"

      Time passed, all of them resorted to not thinking about it and busying themselves with other matters. Yukwon was busy and alone again doing his flips and aerial tricks like before in the street court. Jiho was busy studying his choreography and mixing their dance beats for battles. Haemi locked herself up in her room studying and hanging out with her school friends more. Block B wasn't allowed to their house temporarily. 

Haemi~

       I heard Block B was going to be battling some time again. I don't think Yukwon oppa would let me watch though. It . Its not like I'm there for Jiho. I'm there for Block B. but maybe it was best if I didn't though. I have been feeling a bit woozy lately. I think I have vertigo or something. Maybe my eyes have been stressed out from reading all those reference books.

............

        I woke up that night not feeling well. I was supposed to get water downstairs but once I stood up and got out of bed, my stomach was pushing my meal out. I had to run to the bathroom to puke. I was kneeling in front of the toilet bowl waiting for another wave to come one of my mouth. I heard Yukwon oppa's door open. He was standing by the bathroom door. I could feel his presence coming in. 

He rubbed my back as I gave my dinner back out. "are you ok?" he asked. I shifted my eyes at him with a laugh, "do I look okay to you?" he wasn't laughing. "what happened to you?" he asked. "I think I have vertigo." I answered him as I stood up and approached the sink to wash. 

Oppa got me a glass of water and some biscuits to replace the food I just puked out. "what have you been experiencing lately Haemi?" he asked me worriedly. 

"nothing really. I just got dizzy tonight. Maybe I shouldn't sleep with a full stomach huh?" I laughed.

"you should take care of yourself." Yukwon breathed, "its partly my fault right?" he asked. I pressed my lips into a line, "no way oppa. I've just been serious with my studies. I really want to make omma and appa proud." I smiled at him, "I want to get into college, international studies." I smiled at him. 

"what if its not because of stress?" he asked me seriously. 

I looked into his eyes nervously. "what do you mean?" I asked. 

He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes.

"what If you're pregnant?" he whispered worriedly. 

My heart started to race.

I never thought of that!

What if I was? Oh my god!

I was panicking.

I think I'm going to pass out.

Oh my god!!

I kept my composure and gave him a forced smile, "that's just silly Yukwon oppa." 

He still kept his straight face. It really worried me. what if he really did come in? 

"how about your blood?" he asked. 

"I can't really say. I have it irregularly." I said. 

With what Yukwon oppa mused into my head, it really got me worried. 

What if he was right? 

What if I was pregnant? 

I can't get pregnant. No. no. no. 

Oh I'm such a disgrace. 

What will everyone think of me? That I'm some cheap easy ?

And more importantly, 

Whose is it?