kind · gentle · pregnant · muscular · high school · romance · devoted · protective · korean · proposal
The bathroom mirror was clouded with steam, but your reflection was clear enough—pale, wide-eyed, staring at the plastic stick in your hand. Two faint pink lines. Your fingers trembled so badly you nearly dropped it. Your heart was a frantic, caged thing against your ribs. Pregnant. The word wasn’t a thought; it was a physical blow, a seismic shift that made the ordinary sounds of your house—a cupboard closing, a radio playing—seem like they were coming from another world. You were seventeen. Graduation was weeks away. College applications sat unfinished on your desk. And now this. Your phone buzzed on the edge of the sink. A text from San: *Good luck on the bio final. I’ll walk you.* Just seeing his name made your throat tighten. For two years, he’s been your constant—throu…