"You kissed me to show your girlfriend?"
Hoseok swallows nervously and utters, "N-no, I kissed you to stop her... If you allow me to explain, I'll te--
"Yeahh, why not? Lemme hear your lame explanation first," you said frustratedly, causing Hoseok to flinch at your angry tone. He attempts to hold your hand, but you pull it away, raising your eyebrows, signaling for him to start talking.
"While during the interview, I saw her. So, to show her a red signal, I pulled you closer... I didn't know you saw her too, and I was about to follow you when you went out but she approached me and whispered to meet her upstairs."
Hoseok's eyes get glossy with every sentence, but he continues.
"She started to act crazy in the room and blackmailed me. She said that if I didn't promise her that once we are done, I'll go back to her... She'll tell all the guests about our fake marriage."
Hearing fake marriage from him makes you feel sick, but shrugging the sickness, you ask him another question.
"And how does she know we're in this pretend marriage? Did you tell her beforehand?"
Without a single word, he shamelessly nods. Your eyes roll as you turn to look the other way.
"I didn't promise her anything, so to teach me lesson, she decide to approach you. But I ran faster and kissed you just to keep her from getting near you. She probably felt humiliated and ran away."
You sigh, looking in the other direction, not wanting to see his face. Meanwhile, Hoseok is tearing up. "I don't get it." This phrase makes you look at him again.
"Why I-" he breathes out, mustering his cracking voice, "why am I scared of knowing you'll leave me soon?" He abruptly takes your hand and places it on his heart. "This misses you when I don't see you around me."
He taps his heart once with your hand. "This feels happy at night when I hold you closer to me."
He can't just confess this prettily and expect you to forget that earlier incident. You pull your hand away from his numb chest and start the engine, flustered.
As you drive out of the parking lot, you spot a familiar figure, reminding you that Hoseok not only informed min-hee about this marriage but also shared it with Do Hwan, who literally offered you a deal.
Do Hwan is on a call with someone, and his car is parked beside him. You point at Do Hwan and ask the crybaby about him.
"You told him about our fake marriage too?" Hoseok narrows his eyes, watching intently, then he ends up saying, "He's Do Hwan. I don't know him well... He's min-hee's friend."
A frustrated scoff appears on your face, and the next thing Hoseok knows is that you're driving at high speed and you hit Do Hwan's car with yours.
Your technique damages his car more than yours. "WHAT THE FUCK!!! HEYYYY!!" Do Hwan runs towards your car window, screaming.
You casually stopped the car, rolling down the window, witnessing Do Hwan yelling in rage. His eye widen when he noticed you stepping out from the driver's seat.
"Woman!!! You fucking hit my car just now!" He frustratedly exclaimed before clicking on his phone to call the cops.
But before he could dial anyone, you grabbed the back of his head and forced him against your car.
"I was quite earlier because you claimed to be Hoseok's friend, but you're a fucking liar!" You cursed, tightening your grip on his back head.
"Tell your friend to not invite her nightmare by playing this dirty tricks."
Supposing the earlier deal Do Hwan gave you was because of Min-hee, you gave him a last warning before releasing your grip.
"Hope you're rich enough to fix your shitty car." With that, you shoved him away, then got back inside the car.
All of this happened in front of Hoseok, his drunk brain still trying to differentiate the scene from a movie to reality.
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Y/n pov:
We reached the apartment, exhausted. All the way home, we didn't talk at all, and I hope it stays that way for the next three weeks.
Hoseok and I aren't meant to be together. And even if he has feelings for me, they won't last long-term, just like Taehyung's.
I tied my hair into a bun and freshened up, while Hoseok is dozing off on the couch. Seeing his sleepy figure with a baby-like face melted me.
He's too innocent for this world... Scared to lose people, yet no one is there for him.
I hope after our separation, he finds someone better than that stupid ass bitch... He deserves the best.
For me, he'll always be a good friend. Expecting more than that can cost me a lot. Yet, I can't help but stare at him as a woman.
Don't get sway, Y/N.
Just hang in there for three weeks, and it'll be done. I'll never see Hoseok again after this, because I'm starting to like him, and what he said about his heart tonight literally made my heartbeat skip.
I know he didn't mean anything; he's not sober enough for that.
"Hoseok!! Sleep on the bed; it's cold here," I said to the sleeping figure on the couch, and surprisingly, the figure stood up immediately.
Was he pretending to sleep until now? I began to step into the bedroom, but he stopped me by holding my left wrist.
"If I make small mistakes, will you forgive me?" I didn't understand his question, but his eyes had a different gaze over me. The way he fixed his stare on my body was new.
Hoseok always looks into my eyes. But this Hoseok is looking at my chest. I felt odd with his stare, so I pulled my hand back.
"It depends on the mistake," answering to his previous question, I turned to go. But suddenly I was harshly pushed against the side wall by the door.
Before I could register what is happening, I caught off guard, and Hoseok was all over me. His lips found it's way to mine and this time, it's stronger than ever.
His hand traveled over my thin fabric, gripping my waist tightly enough to lift me onto his abdomen. I didn't hesitate for a bit to coordinate with his moves.
My hormones is on peak because of him, not allowing me to stay away or mad at him.
I like him and I'm about to have a goodnight.
Securing his neck, I kissed back gradually, with a hint of allowing this to move to the bed. His hand stroked my bottom as he began to guide me onto the bed.
But-
What the heck!???
I covered my mouth, feeling nauseous out of nowhere. Hoseok threw me on the bed, and I quickly stood up, rushing to the bathroom.
I hadn't even eaten anything bad, so why was I suddenly vomiting?
had to lock the bathroom door; cause I already ruined the entire mood because of this. Hoseok knocked a few times but left when he heard me puking continuously, like a sick person.
I don't have any serious illness, nor am I pregnant or something, so why am I suddenly vomiti--
Wait a second!
When was the last time I got my period?
To remember this, I finished puking as fast as I could and rushed out quickly to reach my phone. On the way, I noticed Hoseok sleeping on the floor; after all, he is drunk.
My hands were trembling as I looked at my menstrual chart on my tracking app. This is the third month, and I haven't gotten my period yet.
This can't be real!!
Without any thoughts, I rushed out of the apartment in my shorts and ran to a nearby pharmacy. The cashier suggested that I buy two test kits for double assurance.
It's 2 am, and here I am testing my urine on a white stick, just to convince myself that I'm not pregnant and it's just my stress and weakness causing the delay in menstruation.
I waited for a while with my eyes closed, hoping it's my imagination, but later both sticks showed me more than one red line.
So, now I'm pregnant?
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(A/n: okay, this feels so sudden!! I first thought to solve one drama at once but my brain said 'it'll be boring to mess and clean' that's why ta-da ✨ the main plot arrives with this pregnancy.)
Whatever I write, I write for a reason. Yoo-ri asking y/n for new bestie was one of them 👀👀
A hint 🌚🌚