Yoongi nervously ran a hand through his hair as he waited for the elevator to reach Misun's floor. He couldn't believe this. How had his life gotten to this point?

As the elevator doors opened, he paused, not wanting to face the situation. He wished he could just run back to his new apartment, throw himself under the covers on his bed, and hide. But, after a moment, he forced himself to step onto the floor and walked toward his old apartment.

He was about to knock on the door, when the door to 3D opened. Yoongi internally groaned. 'Not now.'

"Yoongi?"

He looked up into Hana's confused face. "Hey."

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I just...I needed to see Misun. We need to discuss something."

Hana raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Nothing like that," Yoongi said hurriedly. "But I really need to get to it. Sorry, Hana."

"No worries," she said with a now unreadable expression on her face. "I need to get going anyway."

"Okay. Good seeing you again."

"You, too," she replied as she headed toward the elevators.

Yoongi watched her go, feeling inexplicably disappointed that she hadn't flashed him one of her usual bright grins. He quickly shook the thought out of his head as he turned back to Misun's door and reluctantly knocked.

She answered quickly. "Thanks for coming," she said as she held the door open for him. Yoongi entered, but immediately stopped short. A man he'd never seen before was sitting on a new couch in the living room.

"Yoongi, this is Cho Ryung."

Yoongi just stared at him. He knew why this man was also here.

"Do you want to sit?" Misun offered.

"No," Yoongi said shortly. "Let's just get to the point. I thought you were on the pill."

Misun looked down guiltily. "I-I was. But I ran out, and never refilled the prescription."

"Jesus Christ, Misun." Yoongi couldn't hold back his anger. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Hey, don't talk to her like that," Ryung suddenly said.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do," Yoongi snapped. "Are you not pissed about this?"

"No! I plan to step up like a man," Ryung spat.

"Well, if it's mine, so do I," Yoongi shouted back.

"Please don't do this," Misun begged. "Can we just talk this out rationally?"

"What the hell is rational about this situation, Misun?" Yoongi asked harshly, though he lowered his voice. "When can you get a paternity test? We need to get this sorted out as soon as possible."

"I'm five weeks along," Misun said. "We can't get a paternity test until after seven."

Yoongi rubbed his temples. He wasn't sure he could wait two more weeks. "Fine. Let me know when you're getting the test done, and I'll meet you at the doctor's office."

He then turned to leave, but Misun stepped in front of him. "That's it?" she asked. "You're just gonna walk out of my life until then?"

"Hell yes. And if this baby isn't mine, then I'll happily walk out of your life for good."

"Yoonie – "

"Don't call me that," Yoongi interrupted, his voice beginning to rise again. "I'm sure your boyfriend over there wouldn't appreciate it any more than I do."

"He's not my boyfriend," Misun said. "That's another reason I wanted you to come by tonight. I-I wanted to talk to you about maybe giving us another shot."

Yoongi looked at her incredulously as he scoffed harshly. "You can't be serious."

"C'mon, Yoonie...Yoongi," she said, correcting herself quickly. "Ryung and I have decided to go our separate ways, and I – "

"I'm your fall back plan?"

Misun's eyes widened. "No, I – "

"You've got a lot of nerve, Misun," Yoongi spat. "Don't contact me again until you've got the appointment set up."

Yoongi then turned and opened the door. He couldn't help but slam it shut behind him before stalking off to the elevators.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted as soon as he was safely alone in the elevator. And then, to his great annoyance, tears suddenly sprang to his eyes.

How on earth was he going to handle this? What if this baby was his? He wasn't ready to be a father. Sure, this was something he and Misun had discussed at one point. But they were in a committed relationship at the time, talking about things like marriage and starting a proper life together. They had been together for over a year, after all. But now...he wasn't sure what to think, but he knew one thing for sure; he wanted nothing to do with a relationship with Misun again. He'd begrudgingly tolerate her being in his life for the next 19 years as the baby grew up, but he just couldn't see himself ever being with her in that way again.

But the baby... Yoongi paused and ran a hand down his face. Would the baby be better off with parents in a committed relationship? But Misun had already proven to not exactly give a fuck about commitment. How could he ever trust her again? He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to be happy with her again. And shouldn't the baby have happy separated parents rather than miserable ones together?

Yoongi groaned. This was all beginning to be too much, and he found he couldn't handle all of the racing thoughts and conflicted emotions. And so, rather than heading back to his apartment, he decided to stop at a nearby bar. Alcohol had helped him cope a couple of days before, after all. Why shouldn't it now?

-

"Another, please."

"I dunno, man. Don't you think you've had enough?"

Yoongi scowled at the bartender from his seat at the bar. "No."

The bartender sighed. "So, what's brought you here? You seem like you're having a hard time."

Yoongi shook his head. "Oh no, not at all. My ex-girlfriend who cheated on me just told me she's pregnant and doesn't know whose it is, is all."

The bartender whistled. "Ouch."

"Yeah, so can I have another now?"

The bartender nodded as he turned to pour another whiskey for him. Yoongi sighed. He knew he shouldn't be self-medicating like this, but he needed an escape, at least for a little while.

"You again?"

Yoongi jumped as a voice sounded over his shoulder. He turned slightly, not at all surprised anymore to see Hana. He was getting used to her showing up out of nowhere at this point.

"Hey," he said simply.

"Hey," she replied. "You alright?"

Yoongi shook his head, but didn't elaborate. "Mind if I sit?" Hana asked, pointing at the stool next to him. He shook his head again.

"Are your friends here?" she asked.

"No. And they don't need to know I'm here."

Hana eyed him carefully. "Why not?"

"Because they'd tell me it was a bad idea, and I need this." He took a sip of his whiskey.

"You sure about that?"

Yoongi nodded.

Hana shrugged. "Okay. You wanna tell me what happened, though?"

"Not really."

"Okay."

Hana then ordered a drink and they sat in silence as she waited for it. Eventually Yoongi sighed.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, just needed something to take the edge off for a bit."

Yoongi observed her. "Take the edge off of what?"

She shook her head. "I don't really wanna talk about it either."

Yoongi shrugged. "Fair enough."

The bartender then slid Hana's drink into her hand, and she took a long sip from it. She then sighed, deciding to divulge instead of sitting in awkward silence again. "My mom is sick," she said suddenly. "We knew she was, but we found out today that it's cancer."

Yoongi blinked. Suddenly, his own troubles seemed much less major.

"I'm so sorry," he said earnestly.

"Thanks," she said, swirling her glass. She wouldn't meet Yoongi's eyes. "My brothers and I are trying to decide if we want to move back home to be with her. We're all really close."

For some reason, Yoongi felt his stomach drop. Hana might be moving? He wasn't sure why that thought bothered him, but it did.

"Oh," was all he could manage to say.

"She doesn't want us to," Hana continued, and Yoongi felt himself perk up a bit. "She wants us all to be independent, and she was so proud of me for finally making the decision to be. But I dunno...family is more important, right?"

She looked up and met Yoongi's eyes. He noticed they were expectant, as though his next words would solve all of her questions and worries.

He nodded. "Of course it is. But you can visit frequently, right?"

She sighed, and Yoongi wondered if she'd been hoping for a different answer. "I guess. But not as frequently as I'd like," she admitted. "Hard to do on a barista's salary."

"Can your brothers help out?"

She shrugged. "To an extent probably. But I hate to ask them to continuously pay for me. The whole point of me moving here was to be independent, just like mom wanted. I don't want to let her down if I do stay here."

"I don't know your mom," Yoongi said. "But she sounds like the type who is proud of you regardless. I doubt you'd ever be able to let her down."

Hana smiled a very small smile. "I hope you're right."

Yoongi then looked into Hana's eyes, and for some reason, felt like he should reciprocate Hana telling him what was wrong in her life.

"Misun is pregnant."

Hana eyes widened. "What?"

Yoongi nodded. "She's pregnant and doesn't know if it's mine or the guy that she cheated with."

"Holy shit," Hana replied.

"Yeah."

"Wow, I don't really know what to say," Hana admitted. "That's... I'm sorry."

Yoongi shrugged. "And she wants to get back together."

Hana's mouth fell open. "No wonder you're here."

Yoongi chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah."

"So, are you going to?"

"Going to what?"

"Get back together?"

"Fuck no," Yoongi said immediately. Then, "Well, at least not until I know whether or not it's mine."

"Oh," Hana said with a hint of...something in her voice. "So, you might?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't know. I have no idea how to handle this. This was definitely not where I expected to find myself in life."

Hana nodded. "I don't think anyone could ever be prepared for that type of situation."

"I don't really want to get back together," Yoongi admitted suddenly. "But would it be best for the baby?"

Hana shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly."

Hana suddenly noticed that Yoongi's glass was empty. She called the bartender over and ordered him another. "On me," she told him.

"No, you don't – "

"I owe you a coffee. Let's just call this a different kind of pick me up."

"Alcohol is a depressant," Yoongi replied, though he eagerly took the drink the bartender handed to him.

Hana finally laughed. "Well, is it making you feel better, at least?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I'm definitely feeling better than I was," he admitted. "Though, I'm not sure it's the alcohol."

Hana's eyebrows rose questioningly, and Yoongi mentally facepalmed. Had he really just said that out loud?

"Well, either way, whatever helps," Hana said, raising her glass toward Yoongi's. He clinked his against hers and they both took a long sip.

"Yoongi, how far is your apartment from here?"

Yoongi's heart sped up a bit. "Why?"

"I want to make sure you can get home safely."

"Oh." Was he feeling...disappointment? "Uh, it's definitely not close to here."

"I figured," Hana said. "You live closer to the coffee shop, yeah?"

Yoongi nodded and Hana sighed. "Let me call you a cab."

Yoongi shook his head. "'M not ready to leave yet."

"Then promise me you'll at least call Namjoon when you are ready."

"Are you leaving?" Yoongi asked.

"Not yet, but probably after one more drink."

Yoongi stared at her. "Can I have your number, then?"

Hana blinked. "My phone number?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Uh, are you sure that's such a good idea?"

Yoongi shook his head. "I guess it wouldn't really matter, since fate seems to be causing us to cross paths either way."

Hana smiled. "You believe in fate?"

"No."

She laughed. "You're something of a walking contradiction, aren't you?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe."

They then began talking more about less depressing subjects than their current problems. And before they knew it, one more drink had turned into three more and an hour and a half later.

"I think we should stop," Hana suddenly slurred. "You had a lot before I even got here, yeah?"

"I think so," Yoongi replied, feeling far beyond tipsy.

"Seriously, Yoongi, let me call you a cab."

"No," he said defiantly.

"Fine, then give me your phone."

"Why?"

"I'll put my number in it."

"Now you're gonna give it to me?"

"Just so you can text me when you get home, so I know you're safe."

"Fine," Yoongi replied as he handed it over. To his surprise, though, she quickly stood and walked away as she scrolled through it. "Hey!"

She turned her back on him as she held the phone up to her ear.

"Yoongs? What's going on? It's one in the morning."

"Um, no it's Hana."

"Hana? What – "

"I'm at a bar with Yoongi. It's near my place, and he needs a ride home. Or at least an escort. He's pretty far gone."

"Fuck. This is because of Misun, right?"

"Yeah. He was feeling pretty messed up about it."

There was a sigh. "Can you text me the location?"

"Sure."

Hana hung up and quickly sent a text. Then, true to her word, she added her number into the phone before walking back over and handing it back to Yoongi.

"What was that all about?" he slurred.

"Namjoon's on his way."

"What?! You actually called him?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't try to navigate all the way home by yourself."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "I don't need a babysitter."

"Well, it was this or you staying at my apartment, but I figure you wouldn't want to be anywhere near Misun's place right now."

"You got that right."

Hana chuckled. "I did put my number in there, though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm not a liar."

"I didn't mean to – "

"I'm teasing you, Yoongi," she said nudging his shoulder with hers. "Calm down."

"So, I can text you?"

"Sure, if you want to."

"Maybe we should just wait and see where we both pop up at the same time next."

She smiled brightly, and Yoongi felt strangely happy to see it. "Yeah, maybe," she replied.

They waited a bit longer, paying their tabs after ordering one last drink, until Namjoon appeared.

"Hey, Hana," he said. "Thanks for calling me."

She nodded. "Thanks for coming. He absolutely refused to let me call him a cab."

"I can't remember our address!" Yoongi interrupted.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Yoongs."

"Wait!"

Both Namjoon and Hana observed him seriously. "You're not getting another drink, Yoongs."

"What? No! I don't want... What about you?" he asked, turning to Hana.

"No, I'm good."

"No, I mean, how're you getting home?"

"I live in the building next door, Yoongi."

"So you're gonna walk?"

"Of course."

"But you shouldn't walk home alone! You're drunk, too!"

"I'll be fi – "

"No, he's right," Namjoon interrupted.

"We need to walk you home!" Yoongi insisted.

"You sure?" Hana asked. "I thought you didn't want to be anywhere near Misun's."

"Fuck that bitch, she's not important!"

"Whoa, okay, calm down, Yoongs." Namjoon looked at Hana. "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded with a sigh. "Sure."

They all then left, headed next door. Yoongi insisted on walking Hana all the way to her door.

"Thanks, you guys. Are you sure you'll be okay going home?"

"I have a car," Namjoon assured her.

"Ah, okay, good. Still let me know when you make it there, though?"

"Well, yeah!" Yoongi exclaimed.

Hana stifled a giggle. Yoongi was more drunk than she'd even realized. "Okay, have a good rest of your night," she said, more to Namjoon than Yoongi. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Namjoon mumbled.

Hana giggled again. "See ya around, Yoongi."

"Yeah! I wonder where it'll be next!"

"Who knows?"

Hana then entered her apartment, shutting the door behind her. Namjoon looked at Yoongi. "Are you going to regret all this tomorrow?"

"Regret what?"

Namjoon shook his head. "I'll tell you when you see your text to Hana then."

"I need to text her!" Yoongi said, pulling his phone out of his pocket as Namjoon helped him to the elevators. Namjoon quickly swiped it out of his hand.

"When we get home, Yoongs."

"Oh, right."