"Do you like this boy?"

My eyes dart towards his. "Uh?" I stick the knife in my mouth to have some strawberry jam now that I'm done spreading it over the toasts, but he smiles at me, tenderly. "Jungkook. Do you like him?"

"Yes, as a friend," I nod, licking the sweetness off uncontrollably. "Not more?" he questions me, using a soft and quiet tone, which means he doesn't want anyone to hear us. "Not more," I repeat, staring into his eyes to mean my answer.

"Okay...I was wondering since you seem pretty close but that your relationship with him is different from the one you have with Haneul," he removes his hand from me, giving me a look that makes me feel like he's worried. "I know, but Haneul is more like a brother to me. Not Jungkook."

His lips curve up even more, his white teeth appearing. He knows I never brought a boy other than Haneul here, and he also knows he never stumbled upon me with a boy in a situation like last night.

"I know you don't want to talk about this with me, honey, but if you ever have sex with him, or another boy, protect yourself and do not let him force you to do anything or manipulate you only to get what he wants. All right?" he talks about it as he must have noticed something was going on between me and Jungkook, but I nod and smile to put his mind at ease. "All right, papa. Don't worry about that."

"I just want you to know this is important," he doesn't scold me, but I grab one of the toasts and bring it to his mouth. "Eat now."

He takes a bite then grabs it. "You know what you have to do if you ever do it without protection. Right?" he doesn't stop mentioning it, and I show him that I do know. "Yes, take a pill."

"Do you need one?" he chews on the food but places it back on the flat surface. I gaze into his eyes now that he asked me a question, of which the answer will reveal what I and Jungkook did yesterday. I step closer to him and rest my head on his chest. "Yeah..." I mumble, putting my arms around him.

"All right..." he sighs. I tighten my hold around his tough body, hoping for him to not hate me. "I'm sorry...I should have been careful..."

"Don't say sorry," he hugs me back with one arm to eat. "I'll buy that pill, but I don't want this to happen again, honey. All right? And he should have known as well. The one who will have to deal with the consequences is not him, so he doesn't care whether you use it or not."

"He's the one who talked about it first...so...I told him that was fine if we did something to avoid those types of consequences...I didn't know this was bad as well..." I speak in a low voice full of apprehension. "Yeah...It's all right, that was a mistake, but that cannot happen again. I trust you," he rubs my shoulder blade to make sure I don't get hurt or worried. "I promise I won't do that again."

"Honey," he puts the toast down, and I look up at him. "Jungkook will be the one to buy it. I don't like the fact he still did it no matter the risks, so make sure to pass by the pharmacy with him before going to school to take it as early as possible, and you make him buy it for you. All right?"

"Him?" I say out of surprise. "Yes. He's the boy, he's responsible because if he says no, nothing happens, but he didn't, so he's the one buying that. I thought he was more intelligent than that..." he expresses some evident disappointment, but since I know he won't change his mind, I agree to it. "Okay..."

•••

5:30 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I go down the stairs now that I had my morning routine, and I join y/n in the kitchen, where she's eating, still in her pajamas with no makeup on. I sit down by her side, but she puts her food down and chews on it while staring at her bowl of milk.

I take a slice of bread and take a banana, smash it, and spread it over the crumb. "Jungkook," she pronounces my name in an unusual tone of voice, making me look at her. "What?"

"Uhm..." she avoids my gaze, acting weird. "We will have to pass by the pharmacy while going to school..."

"Why?" I move the knife down to focus on her but feel stressed out in front of her earnestness. "My dad is mad at you for what happened...and he told me to make you buy the morning after pill for me..." she says, with a lack of confidence.

"Did you tell him about what we did?" my heart hastens, not bearing this anxiousness I can feel it in my chest. "No, he just...he asked me some questions and got to know about it..." she furtively glances at me. I swallow heavily and avert her. This can't be real. Her dad is now mad at me.

I knew I shouldn't have had sex without any protection. "I'm sorry for doing it without any condom..." I apologize to her since she's the one who could pay for this. "No need to apologize...I didn't say no...so we're both at fault," she doesn't put the blame on me only, when I'm the man, which means I'm the one who decided for us. "Yes, but I should have refused to do it...I'll buy the pill, and I'll apologize to your dad. I don't want him to hate me..."

She doesn't say anything but smiles at me and glances away.

•••

8 am.

"Do you know how much it is?" I take my wallet out, this item that is barely filled with money. "I don't know...I never took one..." she gazes at me, both remaining in the car. "Alex," she addresses him, making me nervous. "Do you know the price of a morning-after pill?"

"Uhm. Without a prescription, I think this is around forty dollars. Why do you ask me such a thing?" he gazes at her reflection in the rearview mirror, but she shrugs. "For an obvious reason, Alex..."

I tighten my hold on my money once he glances at me, getting my eyes to drop down on my hands. "I only have forty dollars, I hope this will be enough," I close my wallet. "Do you want me to come with you in case—"

"Does your dad know about this, y/n?" Alex turns around to look at her. She fiddles with her fingers but nods to him. "That's why Jungkook is buying them..." she answers.

He stares at her, before drifting his eyes towards me. I clear my throat and leave my bag between my legs. "I'm going..." I avoid the man's look and get out of the car. I close the door behind me and walk up to the pharmacy, feeling extremely nervous. What is the person going to think?

I bite my lips but step inside, and I move to the checkout. "Good morning, I would like to buy a morning-after pill..." I put my hands on the rim of the counter, holding the cash in my hand. "Do you have the prescription?" he asks me, causing me to frown. "The prescription? Do you mean I cannot buy it without one?"

"No, you cannot. You need a prescription to buy the birth control pill, sir," his answer makes me even more anxious than I was. "But...Mister, my girlf— my..." I panic, not knowing what to say. "My girlfriend needs it now. We have to go to school, but we need the pill now..."

"Sir, I understand you, but I cannot give you anything without a prescription," he doesn't give in to me. I sigh and acquiesce. "All right...goodbye," I do not assist and leave, I go back inside the car. "He doesn't want to give it because I don't have a prescription..." I look at her and close the door.

She has the same reaction as I had. "Do you want me to drive you to the doctor?" Alex speaks to her. "Well...I don't have a choice but to do it..." she huffs and looks out the window, looking bothered for the first time. I should never have let us have sex without protection.

I glance down and buckle my seat belt on now that we're getting on the road. "I'm dropping you off at school first, don't worry," he has a glimpse of me, but I don't agree. "No...I have to be with her."

"Are you sure? This will take time," he doesn't start the car yet, but I affirm what I said. "There's no need to stay, Jungkook. I can do it on my own..." y/n looks at me. "No..." I shake my head.

"All right then," the man doesn't talk the same way he did before, and he drives us to the doctor.

•••

8:25 am.

While sitting on a chair in the waiting room, I bounce my leg unceasingly but lay my eyes on y/n. She hasn't talked to me but used her phone to text someone, I'm sick worried, and afraid, I feel guilty, even though she tells me we're both at fault, I do not believe so. If I had say no, nothing would have happened, and her father wouldn't hate me for taking risks.

I pass my tongue over my lips but gaze at her. "I'm sorry for causing this..." I speak in a low voice to not be heard by the few other patients in the room. "Stop apologizing..." she keeps her eyes on her phone to type. "It's not your fault."

I ignore this untruth and deviate my look. I nibble on my bottom lip, joining my hands on my lap. "Will your dad still talk to me...?" I question her again, but she nods her head. "He will. Don't worry, Jungkook."

"Aren't you scared...?" I spread my legs and bounce my right one, not handling the stress. "Why would I be?" she takes her eyes off of her screen to finally make them meet mine. "Well...a pregnancy..."

She shrugs. "This won't happen. Don't be scared about that," she reassures me when I'm the one who should be doing this. I gulp down and leave my eyes on the floor at the thought of it. She cannot be pregnant, there's no way she would be.

She seems relaxed, but at the same time, I can see there is a problem.

"Hey, look," she leans closer to me and shows me her phone screen. A familiar guy comes within sight. A guy who sometimes has sport with us. "How do you find him?" she asks me, receiving a frown and almost glare from me. "Ugly."

"What?!" she raises her eyebrows. "How the hell can you find him ugly? Get some glasses, dude," she drifts her phone back towards her, but I can not help wanting to know who that person is. "He's ugly. Who's that anyway?"

"A man," she smirks. I shouldn't be feeling the way I feel. This feeling in my guts tells me I'm falling in love with a girl who doesn't feel the same back, and this is painful. I'm jealous whenever she mentions another guy, I'm ridiculous. "And who's that man...?"

"Someone I've been talking to, we met each other when I went out with Haneul some weeks ago because he's his friend, and he's actually pretty nice and caring with me," a smile forms on her face, the effect of this man exposing her emotions to me. I swallow the bitterness in my throat and clench my jaw to not let my jealousy show. "Oh...cool."

She doesn't say anything more as I'm burning from the inside. "He even has something in common with you," she does not put an end to it, not understanding that I don't care about him. "Ah yeah? And what is it?"

"I'll tell you once we're outside," she teases me for nothing. No time to even ask for the answer, the door opens, and the doctor goes out with his patient, making y/n put her phone in her pocket and look at him. As soon as he says her name, she stands up and follows him.

20 minutes later...

At the sound of y/n walking out of the room, I stand up and get ready to go. She smiles and bows to him, holding a piece of paper in her hands. I step towards the doors that lead to the outside once she moves forth, and we both leave the place now that the first step is done.

"What did you want to say?" I remind her of the words she left me with. She folds the paper and looks up at me as we're both going out. "About what?"

"About that guy, what does he have in common with me?" I point my finger at her instinctively, and she expresses her comprehension. "Ah yeah. He's dominant like you, he always wants to have power over people..." she raises her eyebrows but speaks nonsense. I'm really not like that. "What are you talking about? I'm not that type of guy."

"Yeah sure," she does not believe in my words but nearly makes me feel bad to know she sees me as that. I'm maybe dominant, but I don't always want to have power over people. "I'm serious. I'm not like that," I assert myself, but she pushes the door to step out of here. "And isn't this guy a friend? How do you know he's dominant and all? Uh?"

She shrugs. "Because he says some things and behaves like a dominant guy, but he's cute," she enrages me twice more with her last word. "Of course..." I mumble, pushing my inner cheek with my tongue out of frustration. Is he her friend like I'm one to her? It better not be what I think it is.

"Whatever, let's get to the pharmacy," she enters the car, so I do so. This guy is not even attractive, he's ugly as hell, he doesn't deserve her. "How old is he?" I question her without letting this go. I need to know. "He's nineteen," she fastens her seat belt, Alex already going on the road back to the place we left some minutes ago. "Nineteen? That's illegal. You're a minor."

She now frowns at me. "Illegal? What's illegal about it? Since when is it illegal to have friends of a different age like that?" she pretends to not know what I mean by my sentence. "He's just a friend?" I raise my eyebrows, asking for the truth. "Yes, he is. I've only met him some weeks ago, and we can't even see each other in school because he's in the other building."

"Sure..." I still remain skeptical. "Why can't you have girl friends like normal girls? You don't talk to any of them in school. Why?" I cross my arms, doing my best to calm down. "Because I'm not a normal girl," she replies with coldness. "I only talk to people that I know."

"You didn't know me at first," I point out but notice I'm irritating her. "But you were my table mate, so we had to work together. That's how I got to know you and talk to you. Then I got to know your best friends when I was by your side, they made me feel comfortable with them, so now I hang out with them, but I already knew Haneul when I came here, and then he introduced me to his friend some weeks ago. That's how I meet people. I never go towards them because I'm not confident enough. Girls don't come up to me because I'm the rich girl, Mister Park's slut, I'm the one who hangs out with guys only, so I'm just a hoe, that's why they don't try to know me. All right?"

Her harsh words quieten me. I maybe overreacted. She huffs, loudly and glances away to not have me in sight anymore.

I don't say anything more but keep my mouth shut.

•••

10 am.

I and y/n enter the school after missing the first two hours, and we both eat a snack to not be hungry before lunch.

"I'm joining Haneul—"

"Again?" I sigh and cut her off, stopping my way. "Well...yes. why are you complaining?" she chews on a cookie but stares at me, not understanding my reaction, or pretending not to. "Because. I need your help..." I tell a lie. "For?"

"For...English," I shove my snack in my mouth, hoping for her to believe me. "Stop lying, you little shit," she susses me out. "Dammit! How do you even know I am?"

"I see it on your face, you're obvious as hell!" she points at it. "And just because you tried to take me for a fool, I'm leaving—"

"You stay with me," I grab her arm to not let her go away, and I drag her to the bench I'm used to sitting on. "Ya! I have to talk to Ha—"

"No," I refuse and sit down, pull her towards me, and drop her on my lap. "That's for all the times you came on my thighs just because 'it feels more comfortable'," I remind her of her words and punish her, I wrap one arm around her body and keep her still on me.

"You're a jerk..." she grumbles, but a chortle slips out of my mouth. "Sure, and you're a brat," I shoot back to defend myself, but she moves in an abrupt manner to sit on my crotch and crush it. I groan and give a slap to her bare thigh right away. "Do not do that."

"I do what I want with my body," she fills her mouth with the rest of her cookie but remains calm on me. "I do what I want with it too..." I attempt to say in a low voice, but she hears it, getting me to smile nervously. She stares deep into my eyes, from very close. "Repeat that."

"Repeat what?" I act innocent, and she turns towards me. "Don't act like a fool, I know you're one, but not right now," she dares to roast me since she feels a bit inferior in this argument, but I give her another spank. "Do not talk to me like that," I smile without holding back, keeping my hand on her thigh. "Do not touch me like that," she grins, showing some amusement. "I touch you like that if I want to, girly," I give a squeeze to her thigh, but her delicate hand comes right onto my crotch. "I can touch you too then."

I lick my lips but try to conceal my smile behind a lip bite. "I know you like that dick, that's why you're touching it. Hm?" I provoke her, but she closes her hand onto that spot to grip it and causes me to clench my legs out of pain. "You—" I throw her hand away from me. "I'm gonna kill you."

"Sorry, my nerves were too tense," she giggles, having fun with this. "I'm gonna loosen them if you don't simmer down, so keep those hands on you, and I keep mine on me. Got it?" I tell something I won't stick to since I cannot stop touching her, but she smirks and glances away at the sound of my best friends coming.

"Hey, where were you?"