Seowoo closed her eyes as she layed on her bed, sprawled out and utterly exhausted.

She had returned home to look for more clues but upon seeing her ruined home, she felt her stomach churning.

This is where we lived, grew up.

She turned her head, her eyes falling to Jeongmin's room opposite that had been entirely destroyed.

When you died, everything was ripped apart.

Her stomach tightened, ached and convulsed painfully the more she thought about the night- the deep crimson blood that stained the dark concrete floor as she stayed there until the early hours of the morning in shock.

Seowoo kept swallowing down the horrible dryness scraping against her throat like sandpaper grating on it, no matter what she didn't she couldn't stop her heart from clenching.

Waves of heat coursed through her body and a cold sweat began to sheen over her forhead- letting out a few heavy breaths to subside the tension clogging her body.

When she opened her eyes she looked out from her blurred vision to the wall- the map and the bucket list hung up that haunted her.

We could be exploring the world and making memories right now.

Feeling nauseous, she sat up and gripped onto her mattress with her feet dangling off the edge, head down.

Seowoo directed her attention elsewhere, eyes landing on the picture on her bedside table.

As if it just hit her, eyes widening and a gasp falling from her lips, Seowoo sat up straighter.

Right, there's one place I didn't look.

Impulsively, she grabbed her jacket and rushed out of the room- leaving to get answers.

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Restlessly stood outside the chipped blue door and hugging her frame to preserve warmth in the evening air, she tapped her foot impatiently against the hard rock floor.

The once familiar house turned into a distant memory twined with the reminisces of her dead brother.

Almost as if she could taste the burnt cookies he fed her everytime he came here, showing off his cooking skills in front of his wife to be.

Almost as if she could hear the woman she had grown so close to squealing, teary eyed as she broke the news to Seowoo of the engagement.

Almost as if the past ten, nearly eleven months never happened.

Well that's what she wished.

Caught off guard, breath hitching in her throat as the door opened- the creaking screeching at her ears yet her gaze latched onto the very person she hadn't seen since the funeral.

"Seowoo?"

"Miyeon, hey." She breathed out, eyes raking over her.

Miyeon had grown out her once shoulder length hair, yet what stuck to Seowoo was the bump she cradled subconsciously with one hand.

Pregnant.

Although it shook her to the core, startled by it- she decided against saying anything and swallowed down the fact her Brother had a baby he was unaware of.

Would that have ever changed anything?

Never ending, her pulse flushed her hearing with the deafening sound of its erratic pulsating ringing in her ears.

Her warm blood flowing over her body in waves of heat that made the girl shift uncomfortably once seated in the familiar living room.

Seowoo couldn't help but imagine Jeongmin as a Father, her as an aunt or her parents as grandparents.

It all seemed so absurd, like something she had never really given any thought to yet the sight of Miyeon's noticeable bump became a reality.

She had jumped to the conclusion it was her Brother's without even thinking of what was the truth.

It's been Ten months.

Her eyes zeroed in on the bump once Miyeon re-entered the room with a tray of snacks held in her trembling hands.

The silence consumed them, deafening to the point where she was aware of her own heartbeat drilling inside her.

Is she with someone else, did she move on?

That's what she first thought, a slight pang of disappointment flew through her yet Seowoo knew it was unfair of the young Woman to be stuck in time and not move on.

She averted her eyes, pretend to aimlessly busy herself in picking between which sliced fruit to eat- not that she was even hungry. In actually fact, she felt sick.

Deluding herself to believe the distraction of the sweet fruit would somehow allow her to ignore the constant question in her head.

"I didn't know you were coming..." Miyeon trailed off, voice trembling as she wrapped her cardigan around herself to shield the bump.

"It was spontaneous." Seowoo quipped, unable to bring herself to say the words yet it hung on the tip of her tongue.

"...congratulations on your pregnancy." The words were heavy, as if they were mere acquaintances, a sense of formality like they had just met.

"Thank you." Miyeon whispered shamefully.

Again, another silence.

"I didn't know you were with someone." Seowoo spoke, tone hurt by the fact she thought they were close enough for Miyeon to tell her.

Then again, the girl had just lost her Brother- a 'hey I'm over your brother because he's dead now' would have been quite insensitive of her.

"I'm not really..." She trailed off, clearing her throat.

"Oh, so...who's the Father?"

The question Miyeon had been dreaming- hoping wouldn't appear came out and hung in the air.

She began to bounce her leg up and down- clearly anxious and on edge. Face completely wiped of colour and now a sheen of white mirroring her knuckles as she clenched her fist tight.

"Um," she began, voice coming out hoarse before she coughed to clear it.

Seowoo was curious yet knew she'd still be supportive. She wasn't mad Miyeon had moved on but the way she was acting left a sour taste in her mouth.

"It's..." She stopped. Tears forming over her eyes as she forced herself to say it- say the name.

Seowoo had placed down the cup of water, anticipating the long waited out confession.

The silence became overwhelming, losing her focus until the name she uttered caught her off guard.

"It's your Dad."

Um

MIYEON HUNNY WHAT HAPPENED

Um Chile anyways ➖👄➖