|SunMi's POV|
"I don't understand why you guys live in this house. Your parents own so many better houses. I always imagined you guys would live in a place with ten bedrooms and like nine bathrooms." JongHo mumbles as he climbs out of the car. He circles around to pull the door open for me.
"We prefer this place. It's homey. What's the point in having ten bedrooms anyway? We have three and the third one doesn't get touched." I explain softly as I climb out and stare up at the all too familiar house.
"Are you sure your parents aren't home? There's a car in the driveway." JongHo hesitantly glances over at my dad's teal mustang.
"That car hasn't been driven since he got it. He just leaves it sitting there so he can wash it when he's bored." I roll my eyes and motion for JongHo to follow me onto the porch.
I stand on my tiptoes in attempt to reach the spare key above the door. JongHo chuckles and grabs it. He hands it me and I quickly unlock the door before handing it back to him. He slips it back into its place and follows me inside.
"Don't day a word about my room when we get up there. It hasn't changed since I was like six, so it's not exactly me." I glance over my shoulder at JongHo as we make our way upstairs.
"Now I'm kind of excited." JongHo smirks as I press my back to my bedroom door.
"I'm serious. Please don't say anything. No one but my family has ever been in my room so I never felt the need to change it." I hesitantly grab ahold of the doorknob and push my door open. I reach over to flick the light on and JongHo bites his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing.
"Stop it!" I slap his chest before placing my hand over his eyes.
"It's cute. I just didn't expect this from you. I imagined purple or like a pale blue, but no—it's pastel pink. A hell of a lot of pastel pink." JongHo carefully lowers my hand from his eyes and steps further into my room. He turns toward my dresser and quickly looks away.
"Just say it and get it over with." I stand next to the door with my arms crossed.
"Butterflies. There are pink and purple glowing butterflies. There's one thing that's slightly more critical and less on the amusing side. Your bed. It's so tiny." JongHo sits down on the edge of my bed in amusement.
"It's a twin—shut up. I'm going to take this stupid test." I swallow hard as I spin around on my heel and head toward the bathroom.
I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to know, but I have to. I can't keep putting this off. If I am pregnant, I have to do something about it before I'm too far along. I should get prenatals and all the other special things pregnant women get. I'll have to start thinking about how I'm going to tell the others before it starts to show. I'll have to figure out how to tell SeongHwa—my parents—ChanHyuck.
I stand frozen in fear as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. JongHo's just on the other side of the wall, completely oblivious to my racing heart and tightening chest. I manage to snap myself out of it long enough to dig through the medicine cabinet for my pills. I take one out of the bottle and turn the faucet on. I place the pill in my mouth and use my hands to gather some water. I swallow it down and grip on the edge of the counter while I wait for it to kick in.
Once my nerves have dulled down, I take the test from the bag and move toward the toilet. I read the directions on the test and do as told.
"You good in there?" JongHo taps lightly on the door as I stand up to flush the toilet.
"You can come in." I mumble as I head toward the sink and set the test on the package.
JongHo opens the door and slips inside while I wash my hands. I turn toward him and swallow hard. I really hope I haven't ruined his life. It would kill me to see him have to give up everything because of me.
"Come here." JongHo pulls me toward him. He wraps his arms around me tightly. He guides my head to his chest.
"We have to wait three minutes." I mumble as breathe JongHo in.
"You've got me for about another hour and a half until I have to head back to the dorm." JongHo reminds me that he has to leave soon.
"I know." I whisper softly as I wrap my arms around his waist.
"Remember, I'm always going to be right here, no matter what that test says. I'll skip sleeping for a week if that's what you need me to do." JongHo tightens his hold on me without warning.
"Has it been three minutes yet?" I mumble as I fight back a yawn.
"Just about." JongHo states hesitantly as I feel him tense beneath my touch.
"JongHo—what's wrong?" I try to escape his grasp to check the test, but he holds me tighter.
"No, you don't need to look at it." JongHo insists as he does everything in his power to keep me close.
"Is—is it positive? JongHo—tell me—is it positive?" I place my hands on his chest as he final loosens his grip just a touch.
"It doesn't matter." JongHo shakes his head as he forces a smile and looks down at me.
I break free of him and turn toward the test. My legs go weak and I stumble back into him. Tears begin falling from my eyes as my world comes to a startling halt.