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Graduation Day

Hyungwon POV

"Babe! Where the hell is my phone?" I shouted, pissed beyond reason that I couldn't find it. I'd looked everywhere for the damn thing, but to no avail. I swear if Chava found a way to eat it, Imma sic Kihyun on her.

"Have you checked your back pocket?" Hoseok asked from behind me. I jumped and whirled to face him. I glared at him as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Really? You think I haven't checked my ow-" I stopped as I felt my back pocket and my face burned. There was my phone. Hoseok sighed and walked towards me, wrapping his arms around me pulling me close.

"Graduation is in three hours babe, come on we gotta get ready. Minhyuk and Hyunwoo are on their way." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the closet, taking out the graduation outfit we set out yesterday. God, I was losing my mind. Forget the fact that I'm pregnant, I'm freaking out! I don't want the whole damn school to know about it.

"Babe, what if Tara finds out? Oh dear God! What if the principle finds out! Oh my God!" I started breathing heavily. Hoseok looked up as I fell against the door, reaching for the counter to catch myself. He snatched my flailing arm but it was no use. I fell, pulling him down with me. I let out a whimper as his elbow hit my hip.

"Ouch, Hyungwon, what is going on with you? You're pale and shaking, and all this worrying isn't good for the baby." I nodded and pulled him closer, too nervous to say anything. "Come on love, talk to me. What's going on with you? Is it because of what Mr. Johnson told us yesterday?" I couldn't hold it back anymore, I let out a sob and buried my face in his chest.

"What if those bad people come? What will we do?" I didn't want to say what I was really thinking: Would he leave me knowing how much danger we were now in? God that scared me, the thought of him leaving me.

"Don't think about that babe, no one is gonna hurt you. I promise, I'll be right with you the entire time." I let out a shaky breath and he got up holding out a hand to pull me up. Chava barked and the door was thrown open downstairs, so hard it banged the wall.

"I'm here! Oh and I brought Hyunwoo!" Minhyuk called, pounding up the stairs, throwing open my room door and tackling me in a hug, resulting in us being on the floor. I groaned as Minhyuk's elbow hit me right where Hoseok's had.

"Minhyuk, I am pregnant and fucking hormonal, get the fuck off of me before you lose something." I growled, pushing up onto my elbows, Minhyuk crawling off me with a yelp. He ran to hide behind Hyunwoo who had entered my room like a normal person.

"Sorry about that Hyungwon, he found my stash of Red Bull, note to self, don't let Minhyuk in my room by himself. Anyways, you guys ready? Minhyuk wants to do Hyungwon's make up, something about making him look, and I quote, "Wild and sexy for the baby's daddy"." I blushed and glared at my friend.

"Come on, let's just get this over with." I got up and gave Hoseok a quick kiss on the cheek before entering the horrifying world of... make up. Ugh, Lord help me not to kill my best friend.

-Time Skip-

"Mr. Gabriel Castor, please step up." Oh God! Only two more people until it's my turn. Oh sweet Jesus protect me.

"Ms. Abigail Cesson, please step up." Ok, I can do this! I got this, I have Hoseok, Minhyuk, Hyunwoo, even that salty little troll Kihyun. everthing is gonna be fi-

"Ms. Annabelle Chavez, please step up." Nope, not happening. Nope nope nope! Ok let's see nearest exit is, ah shit. It's blocked.

"Mr. Hyungwon Chae, please step up." Oh God, all those eyes on me, felt like so much judgment. I walked up, my long legs taking me up faster than others. My hand shook as I reached for my diploma, something I worked so hard for. My eyes sought Hoseok's in the crowd of students waiting to be called.

He smiled and gave me a thumbs up, instantly calming my heart. I smiled back and bowed to the crowd before stepping off stage. The knot in my stomach was still there, just not as bad as it was before.

I did it, I graduated. Mom... Dad... Stepdad, I hope you're proud of me. The ground rushed up to me and I heard someone scream my name...

God, I'm so tired.