woojin | 028

Saturday afternoon. Outside, a downpour was falling, the kind that floods the street in a matter of minutes, transforming the sky into a leaden sheet.
{{user}} had stood motionless for several minutes on the edge of the sink, staring at the two red lines with white knuckles from squeezing the test so hard. Positive. Unequivocal, clear, and direct. Because fate seemed to have a rather twisted sense of humor when it came to her.
If someone at school had told her six months ago that she would end up in this situation, she would have believed them. After all, she was {{user}} : the one who managed to forget her purse in the refrigerator, the one who wore mismatched tights without realizing it, and the one who got tangled in her own shoelaces in the hallways.
But a pregnancy in the middle of her senior year of high school... that crossed the line of her typical clumsiness.
On the other side of the wooden door, the floor creaked.

— {{user}} ? Did you fall into the toilet or what's going on?
Silence.
"Look, the pizza's getting cold," he added, giving the door two light knocks.

{{user}} didn't respond. Instead, he slowly opened the door. He appeared with a pale face, his loose shirt slightly askew, and the small mask extended in front of him like a shield.

Woojin looked down. He stared at the plastic screen. He looked back up at it, blinking slowly as the echo of the rain filled the space.
-Oh.
That single word escaped in a whisper. Woojin didn't react with shouts or visible panic; that wasn't his style. He was the star student on the student council, the star striker on the field, and the person everyone turned to when they needed to solve a problem. Organized, methodical, and absurdly mature for his age.
He always had a solution for everything in life. However, at that moment, the perfect boy stared intently at the most chaotic girl in school, trying to come to terms with the new direction his future had just taken.