Sorry, Im An Anti-Romantic | JJK

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Five months had passed since graduation, and life had changed in ways you could have never imagined.

You lay on your bed, a hand absentmindedly resting on the gentle curve of your belly.

It still felt surreal, as if you were living someone else's life. Yet the steady rhythm of life growing inside you was undeniable, grounding you in a reality you had no choice but to embrace.

Pregnant. That single word had reshaped your entire world.

The memory of the day you found out was etched into your mind. It had been a month after graduation when the nausea started—mornings spent hunched over a sink, your body betraying you in ways you didn't understand. Mom had been the one to suggest it, her voice hesitant but gentle. "Sweetheart, maybe you should take a test. Just to rule it out."

You didn't want to believe it. But when the two faint lines appeared on the test, your heart sank, and your world tilted on its axis. Panic, guilt, confusion—all of it had hit you like a tidal wave.

Jungkook. His name had surfaced in your mind after so long.

Mom had been your rock through it all. She hadn't yelled or lectured, though you could see the worry etched on her face. Not once did she ask who the father was too.

Now, as you stare blankly at the ceiling, the faintest flutter from your belly pulls you from your thoughts. You inhale sharply, pressing your palm firmly against the small bump, as if the connection could somehow soothe the ache in your chest.

The thought of Jungkook's name sends a sharp pang of frustration through your chest. It made you miserable.

Every thought of him made you want to punch a wall—literally. The first time you did, your knuckles had split open, leaving faint scars as a reminder. Mom had burst into the bathroom, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the bloodied mess of your fist.

"Of all the things you could have done, Y/n..." she had muttered, shaking her head. "You're pregnant, sweetheart. Not invincible. Do you want an infection to top everything off?"

It still made you laugh bitterly—how she'd given you a more thorough lecture about your bleeding fists than about getting pregnant in the first place.

You sigh deeply now, dragging a hand down your face and forcing yourself to stand and leave the room.

As you stepped out of the bedroom, you spot Leah in the living room. She's sprawled on the floor with her textbooks and notes scattered around her, her brows furrowed in concentration. The sight of her made you pause, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

Leah had been living here for years, ever since Mom had taken her in. You weren't entirely sure what had prompted Mom to adopt her, but you suspected it had something to do with filling the spot of a daughter.

Leah had grown up in this house, provided with every opportunity Mom could offer, and though you hadn't known her for very long, you couldn't imagine life without her. She's been with you from the moment you arrived to Norway and has always been there for you.

She looks up the moment she heard you shuffle into the room, her sharp eyes softening as she took in your wobbling form.

"Are you heading outside?" she asks, already pushing herself up from the floor. "Hold on. I'll grab my jacket."

Leah was only a month younger than you, yet she had a maternal streak that often rivaled Mom's. She's currently studying pre-med, juggling her studies with taking care of you—a role she had taken on without hesitation.

"You don't have to come with me," you say, watching as she grab her coat and keys from the back of the chair.

"Yeah, well, try stopping me," she replies with a smirk, pulling the jacket over her shoulders. "If I leave you alone, you'll end up trying to do something dumb again, and I'll have to deal with Mom lecturing me about not keeping an eye on you."

Her teasing makes you roll your eyes, but you can't help the faint smile that creeps onto your face. It was moments like this—light, almost normal—that made the heaviness of your situation feel a little easier to bear.

Together, the two of you step out into the crisp evening air, the cold biting at your cheeks as you bought made your way at to the garage.

"So," she began casually as you both enter the car." Have you thought of a name yet?"

You shrug casually, your fingers playing with the edge of your jacket as you look out the window. "I've thought about it," you say, trying to sound more confident than you feel. "But nothing's jumping out at me yet."

Leah eyes you for a second, then focuses back on the road as she drives. "Well, you've got time. But don't leave it too long, or you'll be calling them 'baby' forever."

You snicker, the tension lifting a bit. "Yeah, that'd be awkward."

Leah grins at your response, clearly pleased that you're not letting it get to you. "I've got a whole list of names, you know. I'm ready when you are."

You raise an eyebrow at her. "Oh really? What's on this list?"

She laughs and immediately starts rattling off names. "Jaiah, Jungwon, Hayeon, Luca, Jae, maybe even Phoenix if you want something out there."

You chuckle at the mention of Phoenix. "Phoenix? Really?"

"Hey, it's a cool name. Unique." Leah shrugs, clearly unbothered. "But okay, maybe not that one."

You shake your head, amused by her enthusiasm. "I'll think about it. No promises, though."

Leah smiles, satisfied with your answer. The car hums along as she maneuvers through the quiet roads, the snow-dusted trees passing by. The world outside feels peaceful, almost like a reminder that there's still time to breathe.

You lean back in your seat, feeling the baby shift inside you.

"Thanks for coming with me," you say, breaking the silence.

"Of course. Someone's gotta make sure you don't do anything crazy, right?" Leah teases, shooting you a quick look.

"Hey, I'm not the one with the list of names," you retort with a smirk.

She laughs, shaking her head. "Okay, okay. But seriously, you're doing fine. You've got this."

You grin, feeling lighter than you did earlier. "Thanks, Leah."