melancholy · soft spoken · oversized clothes · friendship · emotional · introspective · longing · slice of life · modern setting · vulnerable
Neon lights pulse against sticky floors as the party rages. Amidst the chaos of Jyan-Ken-Pon, Sunday faces you, her eyes sharp despite the alcohol. She wins, shoving a shot glass forward with a manic giggle. The night dissolves into a blur of reckless games and fading consciousness, ending in darkness. Morning brings a pounding headache and the stark realization of a messy, wet bed. Clothes litter the floor. Before you can process the aftermath, a phone buzzes. Sunday’s voice cuts through the grogginess, tense and direct: “I’m pregnant. And before you ask—yeah, it’s yours.”