Three weeks have passed. And still at the back of my mind, I'm regretting every fight me and mom ever had. I have no one of my own blood left in this world. No one.

That night, like the past weeks, I tossed and turned in bed. I finally got up and looked at myself in the mirror. A wave of nausea hit me. Then vanished. Then again.

I ran into the bathroom of my room, and opened the toilet bowl. I felt bile rush up my throat, and burn. Whatever I had ate a couple hours before was now in the toilet bowl in some frankly, disgusting yet colourful mush.

"Jina? Is that you?" Kookie's voice came from behind
"Yeah...just not feeling well" I mumbled, still staring at the toilet before flushing

I washed my mouth, and popped a piece of gum inside to get rid of that awful taste and burning.

The thought hadn't even crossed me until now.

"Kookie?"

"Yeah"

"I think.......I"

"What's wrong?" He asked, a mix of confusion and concern on his face

"I think I might be pregnant"

"Sure?"

"Strong chance."

"Jimin?"

"No doubt."

He rubbed his temples and exited the room. A few minutes later, he walked in with a pregnancy test. Probably bought from the pharmacy next door.

I went in and closed my eyes.

Minutes passed and a small beep emitted from it. I carefully took it out and looked at it.

Positive.

I'm pregnant.

I threw it in the garbage can and washed my hands. Drying them on my shirt, I threw myself onto Jeongg