Perfect to Mr. Kim

4

"And now you know me." I smile sadly.

Jun looks, thinking.

"I still think you are perfect. Sometimes, if something breaks, it gets thrown away. To some, though, you can use the broken pieces to make something even prettier. Others try to repair what broke. I won't try to fix you. That's up to you. I will, though, use you to make something even prettier. You are a work of art that I want to treasure forever." He smiles at me.

I'd never heard that before.

Me? A treasure? A piece of art?

I have worth despite my broken state?

I can fix me?

"Jun?"

"Yeah?"

"Great speech and all, but can we still, um, y'know. Finish what we started yesterday?" I smile at how shy he makes me. He laughs and nods, leaning forward to meet his lips to mine.

Again, his kiss feels different than others.

Maybe he will love me.

Maybe he already does.

His lips traced mine gently, slowly travelling to my neck, followed by them caressing my collarbones. His fingertips unhooked my dress as mine removed his coat. His shaky breath rushed against the skin of my neck, tickling me in the most pleasant way. The way his hands explored my skin in the most careful, gentle way sent electrifying waves across my body.

Never had it felt this way.

He was gentle, kind. Loving. I could feel a sense of neediness pouring from him but he maintained such self control. He wanted to make this special.

And it was.

The next morning I woke up feeling... strange. I was surrounded by his body. It felt great to be held by someone who loved you and whom you loved.

But something didn't feel right.

I snuck out of his grasp and stumbled to the bathroom.

Did I drink anything last night? Why do I feel so sick?

I held my hair back as I emptied what little my stomach held.

Hands gently held by hair for me and caressed my back.

"Are you okay?" Jun grumbles sleepily.

"I don't know what's wrong. I'm not sick. I didn't drink. I ate enough, not too little nor too much." I choke out.

"I hate to ask this but did someone not use protection? Last month?"

"I didn't see any- oh god."

"Someone didn't, did they?"

"One man forgot. He was drunk. So was I. God, what do I do? I don't want another abortion. But I was hoping it could be yours first."

"If I may, who's is it?"

"You probably won't like hearing that."

"Why?"

"He's a mutual friend. Bi but mostly gay. Ugh, what if this ruins his relationship, too?"

"Y'know that is like all of our friends, right?"

"I don't want you to hate him."

"I won't. It happened before you got with me."

"Let's clean up. I'll call him over and we can discuss what to do."

Jun nods and helps me up. He leaves the bathroom and I stare at myself I'm the mirror.

No more drunk sex.

I brush my teeth and wash my face. Taking a test, it was confirmed. Ok so 3-4 weeks ago. I honestly didn't have anyone cos it was exam season. Only one person. Ok. Let's call him. I then exit and find some comfortable but nice clothes.

Come over please I need you -sj

omw

I sigh.

How on earth did this happen?

Well, obviously, I know how it happened but, would I have to choose between my best friend and the love of my life?

A knock alerted us to his arrival.

"Hey. What's up? You ok?"

"IT WAS HIM?" Jun asks, slightly aggressively.

"What was me?" Jongdae looks between us, innocently confused.

"Did you bring your boyfriend?" I inquired.

He nods and they both come in and sit down.

Jun is kinda laughing to himself as I clear my throat.

"So, Jongdae, Minseok. We have something we need to discuss."

"Ok. Why am I here though? You texted Dae."

"You're dating, right?"

"Well, yeah. I guess so. Why is that important?"

"This might ruin that."

"Jongdae. I- You- Um, how do I put this?" I begin stuttering.

"Jongdae. You got Sujin pregnant. There. Simple as that." Jun pipes in.

The room is filled with an awkward silence.

"Are you sure it was him? I've never seen him bat an eye towards a girl. And I know you're a little promiscuous." Minseok crosses his arms.

"Actually, Minnie, I have sex fairly frequently with Sujin. Especially when you would leave me hanging and needy so I'd see her. And if it's been how long I think it's been, it would've been me. I was the only one she found time for." Jongdae adjusts his seat.

"And we were kinda drunk." I smile awkwardly.

"So she would like to know what to do. Or what you would like to do." Junmyeon sighs.

"Do whatever. Jongdae isn't mine. I like him and hes got a nice ass but I don't really do relationships. It's bad for my subscribers." Minseok gets up.

"You care about them more than me?" Jongdae whimpers.

"Sorry, kid. Have fun with this mess. See you around. Imma request a room change." Minseok leaves.

"Jun? What do you want us to do?" Jongdae whispers, about to cry.

"I want to keep my promise. I will help her however I can. That doesn't mean I have to be her boyfriend. I could be her friend. So it's up to you. Do you want to take responsibility and raise your child? Or should I raise it as my own instead? That's really what it boils down to. Will Sujin be yours or mine? You can decide."

Narrator POV

Jongdae thinks to himself. Tears slip out of his eyes. His love of his life left him. He's a father. What would his dad think? Or his mom? He knows his parents like Sujin, always have. They knew the two hooked up here and there. It probably wouldn't be too surprising to find out he got her knocked up. They didn't really like a gay son anyways. Maybe it was for the better. He sighs and wipes his tears away.

"Sujin?" He looks up.

"Yes?" She anxiously awaits his answer.

"Will you marry me?"