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- { 𝐱𝐱. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 }
Not a single word came from Mister Jeon as I anxiously stood in front of him.
Maybe I should have broken it to him slowly...
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mister Jeon flew up from his chair, breezing past me. My eyes followed him as he paced, from one end of his office, to the other. I let out a low sigh, and settled myself in the desk chair he just left, and waited impatiently.
He slowly trailed his eyes down to my covered stomach, disbelieving. Before he shook his head and paced some more.
Fuck, why does he always have to pace?
"M-mine?" He stammered, which was unusual for such a sure man, pointing out with his trembling finger. Swallowing down my fears, I slowly nodded. "Yes."
"Fuck." He whispered, falling down onto the couch on the other side of the room, and burying his face in his hands. "Fuck. Fuck. I've ruined everything."
A scoff left my lips, watching him pull at his dark hair, I listened to him muttering curses to himself before I had enough. Standing carefully from my seat, I took slow steps to stand in front of his hunched overt body.
"You haven't." I whispered, sitting down beside his body. I leaned back against the cushions and placed a small hand on my swollen stomach.
Mister Jeon's head snapped over to me, almost glaring. His lips pulled down into a frown. "I am the reason you're pregnant, Persephone. What about your education? God, you're so young to be a mother."
"I'm nineteen." I rolled my eyes, "it takes two to tango, you know? and would you please shut the fuck up already? I'm getting tired of your self-loathing."
Mister Jeon recoiled, looking shocked by the words that came out of my mouth. Channeling my anger, I glared up at him. "Persephone—" He started to speak sternly, but clamped his lips shut once I glared darkly.
