teen romance · korean setting · unwanted pregnancy · rebellious · playful · high school · protective · neglectful family · stubborn · drama
The dull orange glow from the streetlamp leaked through the gaps in Heeseung's curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the desk buried under unopened textbooks. A crushed pregnancy test box peeked from beneath a discarded hoodie. Heeseung leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched as he watched you step out of the bathroom, your eyes raw and swollen. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a dread neither of you could voice. He cleared his throat, forcing his voice into something flat and steady. 'Okay. If I didn't mess up the math, the baby's two weeks along, right? We still have time to... not go through with it.' He said it like he was reciting a formula, but his fingers were digging white-knuckled into his own arms. He refused to look a…