You’ve been staring your phone screen for hours without moving a single muscle.

How would you just answer? Would you just tell him you’re running to protect the three of you?

Oh yes, you’re pregnant because, of course, your life is fucking easy already, so, yeah. (note my irony).

Not that you don’t like kids but, damn, getting pregnant now wasn’t planned at all.
Well but that’s what happens when you don’t take your pills right and your…what he is to me? We never got it official,  I was just his…plaything. Whatever, that’s what happens when you two fuck like bunnies.

In other hand, how would you keep that pregnancy alone? Everybody knows you, knows you were with him, as soon as your belly shows up, the whole world will get it, right?
But how can I show up with the exam and say “Congrats, dad!”?

Impossible.

I should just take this money I still have and move to another country while I can, probably will get myself killed here.

- TIME TRAVEL: 3 months ago –

“Taehyung, stop!” You struggle to get out of his back hug.

“But I missed you, two weeks away from you! Too much for me to handle!” He tightens his both arms around your waist and bite your earlobe gently.

“You know what I mean right?” Your whole body shivers with his husky voice.

“people might notice us if you keep grabbing me like that…” you sound worried.

“Let them notice them.. Should I just tell the whole media?” He chuckles.

“OMO, don’t even play with that!! I would be fired and dead in seconds! You have such crazy fans, pabo!” You laugh.

“Not as crazy as I…” His gentle lips touches your neck, nibbling it, sending waves of shiver all down your core.

“Tae…” You moan out almost inaudible, craving your nails on his arms that are crossed around your waist.

“Love when you call me like this…” he push you against the wall, traveling his right hand to your nape, gently pulling your hair to fit his lips perfectly on your neck, his other hand grabs your hip in a tight grip pulling your butt against his core.

Trapped between him and the wall, you support your hands against it to keep your balance. Taehyung feels how much power he has over you and let out a low groan on your neck, pressuring his bulge against the middle of your butt cheeks. Your breath hitch with his actions and he smirks against your neck.

“You’re so hot in this formal clothes, even tho I don’t like you’re not my P.A anymore, I gotta say it’s pleasurable to see you wearing those….” He whispers on your ear.

“But I wanna see you without it…” his hand now little bit tighter on your hair as the other hand ghosts your crotch.

“Wanna rip them off..” He grabs the waist band of your pencil skirt. “You drive me insane, is it black magic?” He chuckled.

“Tae please we can see each other later..” You whisper.

“But later you wont be here, dressing like this, working. I wanna do it here, on this fucking table behind us…” his hand hoes up to your skirt, unbuttoning it slowly.

*Phone rings*

“Tae…”

“shhh, it’s gonna stop…” he traces kisses along your neck and shoulder that now is revealed since he already unbuttoned the whole shirt.

*Phone keep ringing*

“Taehyung! Pick it!” Your voice grows impatient.

“Fuck it!” he releases you and pick his phone.

You fix your clothes and someone knocks the door. 

“Come in..” You sit on your chair, fixing your hair in a ponytail.