|SunMi's POV|
I slip into the dark and make my way toward the front door. I slowly open it, trying to make as little noise as possible. The moment I step outside, I turn around to see NaHee waving at me from her bedroom door. I lower my head and carefully close the door behind me.
"What's going on?" JongHo asks as he climbs out of the car to meet me.
"JongHo." I run to him and wrap my arms around him tightly as I break down again.
"Babe, what's wrong? Talk to me." JongHo tangles his fingers in my hair and holds me against him.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, JongHo. It's all my fault." I fall apart in his grasp.
"Will you quit saying you're sorry? I don't even know what the hell you're talking about." JongHo pulls away from me and places his hands on my shoulders.
"JongHo—I—I missed my period." I whisper as I lower my gaze. I can't look him in the eyes. I can't see his fear. I can barely handle my own.
"That's what this is about? Sun—seriously?" JongHo loosens his grip on me and drops his arms down to his sides.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, JongHo. It's all my fault. If I wouldn't have—" JongHo cuts me off as he presses his lips firmly to mine.
"Don't you dare apologize about that kind of thing ever again. Do you hear me?" He takes my face in his hands and rests his forehead on mine.
"I'm scared." I close my eyes tightly as I grab ahold of his wrists.
"I'm right here. I won't let anything happen to you, alright? You can trust me, remember? I will never leave your side. You're stuck with me until the day I die." JongHo pulls me in close and kisses my forehead.
JongHo takes a step back and leads me toward his car. He opens the passenger door and helps me inside. He delicately leans over me to buckle me in before closing the door and going around to the other side.
"Did you take a test?" JongHo asks softly as he starts his car back up.
I shake my head and lean against the window. I wrap my arm around my stomach. The weight of the world rests on my shoulders. I'm still a baby myself, how can I raise a kid when I can barely take care of myself?
"I don't know where to take you. We can't go back to the dorm." JongHo grips tightly onto the steering wheel while I stare out at the passing buildings.
"Can you take me home, JongHo? Home home, not with the other girls." I whisper as tears continue to trail down my face.
"Are your parents home?" JongHo asks as he reaches over to grab ahold of my hand.
"They left last week. It should be empty." I mumble as I turn toward him.
"I'll stop and get a test on our way there, okay? That way we know for sure. We don't want to jump to any conclusions." He smiles weakly as I nod.
"What do I tell everyone if it's true? I can't stay in Candi. I can't ever be famous. It'll probably cause problems for you, too. If it's true, don't tell anyone it's yours. Don't tell a soul, okay? I can do it on my own. I don't want to hurt you." I swallow hard as he frowns.
"Stop being stupid. You're not doing it alone. I don't care what happens to me. The most important thing is you." JongHo insists as he pulls up next to a twenty-four hour pharmacy.
JongHo places one last kiss on my forehead before he pulls his hood down and his mask up. He slips out of the car and hurries into the store. I lower my head and try to control my breathing. He's going to take care of me no matter what, so all I need to do is accept it myself.
I take my phone out of my pocket and stare down at it. My mom is going to kill me. She didn't even want me to sign a contract at first, what would she do if I told her I was pregnant with an idols baby? She'd lock me away in some tower far far away like Rapunzel or something. She might even disown me.
"Stop thinking." JongHo instructs as he climbs back into the car. He hands me a small bag and tugs his mask off.
"I can't, JongHo. What if I really am? What will my parents do? What will happen to Candi? What will happen to us? Will you get kicked out the group? Will SeongHwa ever talk to me again?" I begin rambling off questions as if my life depends on it.
"Listen to me, Sun. The only thing that matters is you. I will never leave your side until the day I die, so you don't have to worry about that. I will always make a living—no matter what I have to do. If we are going to have a baby, I will make sure both of you have everything you could ever need and more. If the people around us can't accept it, than we don't need them. As long as we have each other, we'll be perfectly fine. Do you understand me?" JongHo takes my face in his hands and leans his forehead against mine.
I nod weakly as he smooths my hair down and turns back toward the steering wheel. He shift a the car into drive and pulls away from the pharmacy. I hold the plastic bag to my chest as I watch the streetlights fly by. This little bag holds my future in its grasp. Whatever it says will change my life forever. It has more power than I ever thought possible.
"You know—it's not such a bad idea. I could be a dad. It'd give me an excuse to marry you, too. You'd never agree to marry me unless something like this happens. You're always going on and on about not getting married until you're thirty. I can't wait to be able to show you off to the world without having to worry about rumors and shit." JongHo reaches over to take my hand in his.
"But it's scary." I whisper softly as I stare out the window. My mind is filled with thousands of scenarios—mostly bad—and my heart races. Am I really ready for something like this?