"Congratulations. You're five weeks pregnant."
Pregnant… She definitely said I’m pregnant.
"Pregnant…?"
"Yes. Do you see this small white dot here? That’s the baby. The gestational sac looks good and is in the right place too..."
So the reason I had been feeling drowsy, sluggish, late to work, and missed my period—was because of this baby.
"You're still early in your pregnancy, so take care of yourself. Also, next time you come, please bring a name for the baby. You can come with your husband too~"
"Doctor..."
Should I ask her to get rid of it? Ask for pills? I’m 27 years old… I’m not ready to raise a child yet.
"Is there anything I should be especially careful about?"
But what came out of my mouth… was something else entirely.
...
So, the root of all this started a month ago, at a bar I went to with friends. If only I hadn’t gone there—no, if only I hadn’t followed that man… this wouldn’t have happened.
"I’m just going to drink and leave."
"Come on, let’s hang out a bit~"
"No thanks. You go."
Yeah, I should’ve left back then. Then… I never would’ve heard that voice.
That cocktail wasn’t even that strong, but I’m weak with alcohol—I got tipsy quickly.
"One glass of whiskey, please."
"Uh..."
That man, drinking whiskey straight with a blank face, glanced over at me.
"Is something wrong?"
"That drink… it’s really strong..."
"You mean the alcohol content?"
"Yes... that one... it hurts to drink..."
"I think you’re a little drunk."
"No... I’m okay..."
And so I ended up sitting next to that man and chatting. He said he was 30. His name was Jeon Jungkook. He worked at AJ Group and had come to drink because he’d been scolded by higher-ups.
"That’s awful... and it wasn’t even a big deal..."
"I was hoping to drink quietly by myself..."
"Ah... sorry... I didn’t mean to..."
"If you don’t mind, would you like to go out with me?"
...
"Ugh..."
Grabbing my pounding head, I sat up.
"Huh... what’s this...?"
He was gone. My underwear from last night was on the floor... so that means...
"Wait a sec... oh no... did we sleep together?!?"
It seemed to be a hotel. I checked my phone. 29 missed calls... 23 messages...
Yeoju, where are you?
Did you leave?
You said you didn’t want to go, but left anyway?
Answer your phone!
Where the heck are you?
Yeoju!
"Ah crap... this is a disaster..."
"This is a disaster..."
I paced the living room, holding the baby handbook and ultrasound photo from the hospital. A month ago… it could only have been him. All I knew was his age, name, and workplace...
"His company!"
So I came to the company, not sure if I should tell him… but still...
"How can I help you?"
The receptionist greeted me kindly. As expected of a large company.
"Um... I came to see someone..."
"If you tell me the name, I’ll contact them for you."
"Jeon Jungkook..."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Uh, no... do I need one to see him?"
"Sorry, but if you haven’t arranged it in advance, you can’t see the Director."
"Director?!"
Oh my god… I slept with a Director at a major corporation?!
"Is something the matter?"
He looked a bit surprised when he saw my face. But I was more shocked!
"She’s here to see the Director. Is she a guest of yours?"
"Ah... yes, hello... I have something to tell you..."
"Yes. She’s my guest. Please come with me."
Director? I thought he’d be just a regular employee or something… a Director?!
"What is it? You show up at my company with no notice. If I hadn’t come down, were you planning to just keep standing there?"
"I didn’t call because... I didn’t have your number... but I really need to tell you something..."
"Go on."
At his prompt, I pulled a piece of paper from my bag. A black-and-white ultrasound image showing a small white dot — the baby.
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Take responsibility. It’s your baby."