𝐃. 𝐋. 𝐒. || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇 ✓

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Only three weeks went by when I got the unsettling news.

"You're pregnant, Ms. Kim. You're just a little over three weeks along. Congratulations," the doctor stands before me, holding my results within a yellow file in his hand with a gentle smile on his features. "I know after everything that's happened this is a little unexpected, but—"

I stand from the examination table, grab my purse, and walk right out of the room. I don't need this now, and I can't do it alone without him. I only came to get anti-depression pills last week, and while I was here, he wanted to run a few tests on me.

"Screw it," I mumble underneath my breath while walking out of the clinic and back to my car.

Once settled in, I lose it. I hit the steering wheel, repeating the words no over and over again while tears rush down my cheeks.

I'm being tested again. Either I have the baby and become a single mother, or I won't, but I can't go back and have another abortion. I just can't after the mental effect it had on me the last time.

Shaking my head, I don't know what to do. So I just drive home instead.

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I walk into the house, seeing GiGi, Jinx, and Amber watching television together in the living room.

GiGi turns around and looks at me. "You're back already? How did everything go—"

"I'm pregnant," I don't bother softly easing out the words or telling them gently because I don't care anymore.

Slowly walking down the hallway, I ignore them calling out for me and head into our bedroom—my bedroom, I mean.

I walk to the bed, fall on top of it, and bury myself in the sheets, barely able to smell the scent of him anymore. I just need to be alone.

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"Good morning, wifey," my eyes shoot open, seeing Taehyung lay beside me with his brown eyes gently staring at me and his soft lips looking so kissable.

"Taehyung? You're alive?" I start to sit up in bed, but his finger comes to my lips, shushing me.

"Follow me," he says, taking my hand and helping me stand to my feet. "I need to show you something important,"

I follow as quickly as I can. He walks out of the bedroom and directly down the hall. I keep up with him. When he stops walking at the doors to his painting studio, I glance at him confused.

"There's something you need to see in here, Ada. I promise it'll make sense soon," he comes closer and places his lips on my forehead. I shut my eyes and enjoy the pressure of him so close.

When I open my eyes again, he's gone.

"Ada?" I hear GiGi say from behind me. "I think you were sleepwalking,"

Dream or not, Taehyung led me here. I open the doors to his painting studio and walk inside quietly.

I see the small paintings and the large ones. He told me that he used to paint a long time ago, but he picked it up again to help with his recovery.