02.
Oops
Youngjae couldn't believe his luck, how was this even ing possible? Mr. Jung tore his eyes away from the younger and smiled to the rest of the class, looking at everyone but him. The teen cursed himself for sleeping around. But, who expects their super hot Saturday night to ever be their teacher?! He breathed in shakily, feeling like he was going to faint any second now.
At least now he knew who the father of his child was. There wasn't any doubt in his mind, this was the same man from that night. The principal left the classroom and then there were whispers throughout the room, most of them being 'He's hot'. Youngjae stared down at the floor, forcing himself to breathe but it was so difficult.
He was happy, really happy to at least know the father of his child's name. Jung Daehyun. Daehyun. He finally got himself to look up, watching as the man smiled at one of the students who asked him a question. Mr. Jung. . . Daehyun, whatever, - Youngjae didn't know what to call him – was so different from that night. He could still remember the tight pants and tank top the older had worn; it was so different from the clean, white dress shirt and loose slacks he was wearing today. The man's hair had been spikey that night and now it was neatly styled. He gave off such a professional, mature vibe whereas that night he was so wild, so carefree.
Youngjae had decided from the first moment he saw the man that he was going to have him. He was drunk and at the time and Daehyun was just his style. It really wasn't hard to seduce Daehyun – the man had been just as drunk and as he was. He held back a groan, wishing he could go back in time and change things. Maybe not the part, that was pretty good –
Youngjae nearly punched himself in the face, cursing his hormones or ' Moans' as Himchan called them. It was those stupid things that had gotten him into this mess in the first place. He didn't know what to do now and his world was spinning. Did he wait until after class to speak with Mr. Jung? Or after school? Should he just pretend it never happened? He knew very well he couldn't do that. He was pregnant, for 's sake and Youngjae really didn't want to abort the baby.
There was a part of him that knew that was stupid and that if he did, he could go back to a normal life and pretend none of this ever happened but Youngjae just couldn't bring himself to want that. He wanted his little demon. The teen swallowed thickly. This was a mess.
At least he's hot. Yeah. That was kind of comforting. The baby probably wouldn't be ugly. Yep. That's comforting. Youngjae just wanted to smash his face into the table repeatedly until he knocked himself out.
He was pregnant with the goddamn science teacher's baby.
“I'm such a .” He quietly spoke without realizing it and when he looked over, it was only to see Yongguk staring at him as if he had two heads. Youngjae smiled sheepishly before slowly looking away.
The class had been simple that day since it was Mr. Jung's first day and the teen was more than just a little relieved because there was no way in hell he would even slightly be able to focus on anything. It seemed like Mr. Jung was nervous and all over the place and Youngjae wondered if it was because of him.
Maybe I could get one of those MTV shows. Youngjae thought, waiting for the class to end. He had made up his mind, he would approach Mr. Jung after class. I could go on Jerry Springer. He had to hold back a laugh at that thought; his life really felt like a cheap talk show. He forced himself to look at his new teacher as he spoke about something – Youngjae wasn't listening – and the teen wondered how old this man actually was. He didn't look too old, not really. Maybe in his twenties or so but he really wasn't sure.
Mr. Jung looked in his direction and Youngjae immediately looked down. He just couldn't bring himself to look the older man in the face right now. Youngjae had no idea what he was going to say to his new teacher and 'Hey, remember me? I'm the guy you ed in the back of that club. Oh, and I'm seventeen, pregnant and the kid is yours.' didn't sound quite right in Youngjae's opinion.
He could already feel himself getting annoyed at just the mere thought of Mr. Jung denying their child, asking him if it was really his. Youngjae was 100% certain it was his baby. Everything matched up, he hadn't had with anyone before that night and neither after that night. Youngjae looked up towards the clock, mentally counting down to when the bell went off. He took his time gathering his things, waiting until nearly everyone was out of the room to approach Mr. Jung. “Umm.” He shifted from foot to foot and waited until his new teacher looked up from something on his desk.
“Hmm?” The man smiled at him and Youngjae pursed his lips. He was acting weird. “Can I help you?”
“Remember me?” Youngjae asked, watching his teacher's reaction closely. The man furrowed his brows before slowly shaking his head. “The club?”
“I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” Mr. Jung said, his face blank for a moment before he smiled again. “You're going to be late for class.” Youngjae stared at him, his lips parted in awe.
Oh. I see. He's pretending not to remember me.
. . . Oh.
Youngjae honestly didn't know what he had been expecting to begin with. He didn't really blame Mr. Jung for pretending like that night never happened, for pretending this was his first time ever meeting him because he knew the man could get in so much trouble if someone found out but it was still irritating. “Well, alright.” Youngjae spun around and left the classroom, dragging his heavy backpack behind him.
This was a problem.
- - - - - - - - - - -
Youngjae had never been more thankful to have the same lunch period as Himchan. He waved at his friend as the older made his way towards their table near the back of the cafeteria where most people didn't sit. “Give me your apple.” The younger demanded once Himchan sat down across from him.
“Give me your pizza.”
“You shouldn't take food from me.” Youngjae wiggled his eyebrows before snatching up the red apple from Himchan's tray. He shoved his own tray of food towards the older, sighing softly. He loved pizza but he was certain it wouldn't agree with his stomach. He took a big bite from the apple before casually speaking. “Have you seen the new science teacher?”
“Nope. I don't have that class until tomorrow.”
“Hmm.” Youngjae finally looked at his friend. “So, I found my baby daddy.” His tone of voice was so casual and calm that it took Himchan a couple of seconds to really understand what he was getting at.
Himchan eye's went wide, his mouth fell open and the pizza fell from his hands. “What did you do?!”
“Apparently, my science teacher.” Youngjae shrugged before taking another bite out of his apple. Himchan quickly leaned over the table and slapped the apple out of Youngjae's hand. The younger slowly looked over, watching as his apple rolled across the cafeteria floor before looking back at Himchan. “I was eating that.”
“Are you serious?” The older couldn't hide the exasperation in his voice and when Youngjae nodded his head, Himchan shook his. “Damn, Youngjae. . .” He trailed off; he was at a complete loss for words. “Are you certain?” Himchan asked after a while.
“Yeah.” Youngjae replied.
“. . . You should go on Jerry Springer.”
Youngjae grinned and nodded his head. “I know, right? I was thinking about that earlier.” He just felt so thankful to have someone like Himchan. He knew this was only the beginning and things were going to get even worse – which was saying a lot considering how bad things were already – but at least Himchan was there for him. “Go get me something out of the vending machines. You owe me something since you karate chopped my apple and the little demon is hungry.”
“Is that what you're calling the thing?”
“Yep.”
Himchan shook his head, muttering 'You're a mess' before getting up from the table and going towards the vending machines. He couldn't help but laugh a little at his friend shoving people out of the way. He could see people glaring at Himchan but no one said anything. No one ed around with Himchan since he beat the out of some kid. Youngjae thought that was another perk of being friends with Himchan because he knew when everyone found it, it was going to be hell.
- - - - - - - - - - -
“Is that him?” Himchan asked as they peeked into the science room, looking at Mr. Jung as he talked with another teacher. The two teens had decided to stop by, just so Himchan could see what he looked like. “He is hot.” The older murmured before grabbing Youngjae and pulling him down the long hallway.
Youngjae nodded his head but neither said anything until they were sitting inside Himchan's car. “It smells a little. . . stale in here.” The younger said quietly and Himchan shot him a death glare. “I really didn't mean to, okay? Everything just overwhelmed me.”
The older teen reached into the back seat for the air freshener he'd picked up earlier that day and Youngjae couldn't help but laugh. “Are you going to tell him?” Himchan asked and threw the can into the backseat again.
Youngjae sighed softly. “The man is pretending he doesn't remember me, so. . . I don't even know what to do.”
“Are you sure he's pretending?” Himchan asked, turning so he could face the younger. “You said you both were wasted.”
“The way he acted when he saw me. . . It looked like his eyes were gonna pop out of his head and he was going to pass out. I'm certain he remembers me.”
“Damn.” Himchan breathed. “Yeah, I don't blame him because, , Youngjae, he could go to jail for this.” He rubbed his forehead and sighed loudly. “You and your ing kink for older men.”
Youngjae had two really big issues, telling not only his mother but also Jung Daehyun. He wondered if it was weird that he was more scared to tell his mother than he was his teacher. Probably. Yes. That was probably a little weird but that was how he felt. “I don't know what to say or do. I do know I need to tell mom.”
“You want me to be there when you do?”
“Please?” Youngjae smiled at him.
- - - - - - - - - - -
Youngjae paced the living room, sighing softly as he waited for his mother to come home. She would be home any time now and the teen was starting to feel sick again. He couldn't believe he was even doing this. It was easy to forget, to pretend that this wasn't really happening and that everything was normal until situations like this came up. He was forced to face it head on and it was really damn unpleasant. He heard Himchan tell him to sit down but Youngjae wasn't paying any attention to him.
Youngjae heard a car door open and then close and he looked at his best friend in panic. “Oh .” He breathed. The teen had never really been close to his mother. They just never got along, always fighting over little things. It made him a little sad when he really thought about it. “I'm, I. . . I'm going to puke.” He said breathlessly before running towards the bathroom.
Himchan slowly shook his head when he heard the bathroom door slam. It wasn't but just a couple of seconds later that the front door opened and Mrs. Yoo walked in. He held up a hand and gave a small wave. “Hello, Mrs. Yoo.” The teen greeted.
Mrs. Yoo looked at him in surprise before sighing. “Hi.” Himchan held back a snort, she never hid her dislike for him. The woman sat her bag onto the kitchen table before glancing at Himchan again. “Where is Youngjae?”
“Puking, I think.” Himchan replied.
“Is he still sick?”
“Yeah, he's still sick.” The teen replied and Mrs. Yoo pursed her lips and went towards the bathroom, leaving Himchan alone in the living room. “He's going to be sick for a while. . .” He muttered, cringing when he heard a shrill 'You're what?!'.
“Is it Himchan's?!”
“No, no. . .” Youngjae swallowed thickly as he leaned against the bathroom counter. He didn't know why he'd decided the bathroom was the best place to do this but now he was regretting telling her in such a small space. There was no escaping, he was trapped in the bathroom. He glanced over at the window, wondering if he could break out that way. Youngjae zoned out for a moment, imagining himself trying to break out through the window and being pulled back in by his feet, just like in a horror movie.
Mrs. Yoo grabbed him by the ear and dragged him towards the living room and forced him to sit down. Youngjae smiled sheepishly at Himchan before looking back towards his raging mother. “Who?Who is the father?”
“Um. Uh.” Youngjae rubbed the back of his neck. Yeah, no, he definitely wasn't going to tell her it was his teacher. Nope. Telling her he simply didn't know sounded much better – and technically, he wasn't lying. He didn't know anything about Jung Daehyun, except he was a really really good fu- “I don't know. . .”
Mrs. Yoo's mouth dropped open and then things were quiet for a long time, both Youngjae and Himchan preparing to run for their lives. “Abort it. You're going to abort it.”
Youngjae shot up from the couch. “No!” Himchan watched as his friend subconsciously touched his lower stomach. “It's my kid and I'm not getting an abortion.”
“If you don't abort it, you can't live here.” Mrs. Yoo put her hands on her hips. “I don't have the money to support you and a child. End of story, abort it or get out of my house.”
“Are you ing serious-”
“Watch your mouth!” She hissed.
“No!” Youngjae threw his hands into the air. “You're seriously going to kick me out when I'm p-pregant-” The teen cursed himself for stuttering.
“I don't have the time, the money or the want to raise another child.” She narrowed her eyes when her son sneered. “End. Of. Discussion. I'm going to my room.” Mrs. Yoo growled before leaving the two teens alone in the living room.
Youngjae stood still for a moment before slowly turning to look at his friend. “Well, that went well.” Himchan smiled at Youngjae. The younger teen rolled his eyes before sitting back down on the couch and hiding his face in his hands. He had no ing idea what he was going to do now. The only thing Youngjae was certain of was that he wasn't going to abort his little demon. “Youngjae, don't get offended I just. . . wouldn't it be better to-”
“No.” Youngjae cut him off before he could finish. “, not you too.” He bit down onto his lower lip to keep from crying. “I'm pregnant, was just kicked out and my s hurt like a . I don't need you to turn on me too, Himchan.”
“I wasn't turning on you.” Himchan stood up from the couch. “Come on, let's go pack your things. You can live with me, alright? I don't think mom will care, you know she loves you.”
Youngjae smiled weakly up at his friend. “You sure?”
“Yep.” The older teen smiled back at him. “Come on, .” Himchan held out his hand for Youngjae to take.
Youngjae quickly rubbed his eyes to stop the tears forming in his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve someone like Himchan but he truly felt thankful. Himchan pulled him up from the couch and patted him on the back. This was going to be hard and Youngjae didn't fully understand what he was getting himself into but he told himself it would be okay.
Things would work out eventually.
Maybe.
Probably not, but that's what he needed to tell himself to get through this.
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