warning: the following does contain rated language D;

MY POV:

Yummm. Desserts.

 WOAH.

Suddenly I was in a different place.

How did I get here?

EXO’S Kai must be near, teleporting me randomly.

I looked around and saw that I was in a hospital room.

I went and sat on the bed.

Am I sick?

I don’t feel like I hurt myself anywhere?

I looked down to see that I was wearing hospital clothing instead.

Who changed my clothes? I don’t remember changing into this.

I looked towards the end of the bed and picked up the clipboard containing the patient’s information and scanned it to see:

Name: ______

D.O.B:_____

AGE:_____

REASON: pregnant, out of marriage

                Abortion required.

I touched my stomach.

____ is definitely me right?

How was I pregnant?

!

Like that night with Chunji?

But I’m on the pill!

Do my parents know?

How did I get here?

Is Chanhee here?

Oh.my.

If my parents find out, I’m dead, even if I’m marrying the father of my baby.

I thought of ways to escape and attempt to get out of here.

I looked out the window.

FML. The ground was a fair way down, at least like ten stories below.

Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving here now.

Okay, maybe not.

As I went to walk out of the room, someone came storming into my room.

That someone was my mother.

She did not look happy.

I’ve never seen her like this.

“After all we’ve done for you, you decide to disgrace our family like this!”

I felt tears b up, my eyes, slowly tearing up on their own.

. I should have checked. How could I forget? People get pregnant all the time right?

But I’m still young. And at university.

I saw her lift up her hand, lifting up towards my direction.

She slapped my right cheek.

I let all my tears go.

I’ve never been hit before.

I placed my right hand onto my cheek, feeling a stinging sensation from the force.

I’m such a ing disappointment, being my parents’ only child.

I knelt down onto the floor.

Tears poured down everywhere, my face feeling wet.

I wanted to tell her everything- but my throat had given out, and it seemed like I couldn’t talk.

I felt something tap my shoulder.

I opened up my eyes suddenly, and looked around once again.

I’m at the salon.

That was all a dream?

I took out a deep breath, as the hair dresser asked if I was okay.

“Oh, yeah, just tired and I have teary eyes, that’s all.”

She handed me a tissue, as I wiped the tears away.

“It’s time to wash your hair out ____,”

“Okay, thanks.”

                                                                                _______________________

Finally, my hair was all done.

I didn’t let myself sleep again, afraid of what I was going to dream about next time I shut my eyes.

I felt like I couldn’t hold everything to myself anymore.

I went straight to a pharmacy, and got three pregnancy tests, wearing a hood over my head, to avoid suspicion.

When asked who they were for, I answered back that they were for my friends.

Luckily, they didn’t ask about anything else.

I paid by cash, to avoid my parent’s suspicion as well.

I crossed the road and caught a bus down to a familiar looking street.

I decided that it was time.