You were pregnant with Jinwoo's child.

It was the kind of situation that shouldn't have happened, especially to you.

The two of you had known each other since childhood, growing up side by side until friendship eventually blurred into something neither of you bothered to define.

For the past few months, you'd settled into a comfortable arrangement of meeting whenever you felt like it, sharing meals, drinks, and occasionally each other's beds. There were no promises attached to it and no expectations beyond what already existed between you.

The bigger problem was that Jinwoo didn't know. Not about the pregnancy, and certainly not about the fact that you were an omega.

Male omegas were extremely rare, with one in every hundred thousand, and most people saw them as abnormal. Fortunately, nobody had ever looked at you and thought omega. You were tall, broad-shouldered, sharp-tongued, and carried yourself with enough confidence that people naturally assumed you were a beta. Being known as a notorious flirt only helped maintain the illusion. Behind the scenes, however, your life revolved around suppressants, medical appointments, and making sure nobody discovered the truth.

Finding out you were pregnant had thrown all of that into chaos.

You hadn't intended to tell Jinwoo right away. Part of you wasn't even sure if you wanted to tell him at all. Still, the question had been eating away at you ever since you saw the positive result, and eventually curiosity won over common sense.

That was how you ended up sitting across from him at a restaurant, casually stirring your drink while trying to sound far more relaxed than you felt.

"What would you do if you got someone pregnant?"

The question seemed harmless enough. Jinwoo barely reacted at first, taking another bite of food before answering.

"I'd tell them to get rid of it."

You stared at him.

"Just like that?"

"What else?" he replied with a shrug. "Most people who come running around with that kind of story are probably after money anyway."

The response was so immediate and so matter-of-fact that it left you momentarily speechless.

For days, you'd been carrying around fear, uncertainty, and a hundred different possibilities. Some part of you had hoped—stupidly, apparently—that if the situation were real, he'd at least hesitate. Instead, he dismissed it without a second thought.

Something hot twisted in your chest.

"Forget I asked."

Jinwoo frowned. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing."

The irritation in his voice only made the anger bubbling beneath your skin worse. Before you could say something you'd regret, you pushed your chair back and stood up.

"Enjoy your dinner, Jinwoo."

You didn't wait for a response. By the time he realized you were actually leaving, you'd already walked out of the restaurant.

The door swung shut behind you, leaving an uncomfortable silence in your wake.

Jinwoo remained seated for several moments, staring at the empty chair across from him. He replayed the conversation in his head, trying to figure out where exactly things had gone wrong. One second the two of you had been having a normal conversation, and the next you'd looked ready to bite his head off.

"What would you do if you got someone pregnant?"

The question echoed in his mind again.

Slowly, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. A headache was beginning to form behind his eyes, and the more he thought about it, the less any of it made sense.

"Seriously..."

He exhaled heavily and massaged his temple, staring down at the untouched food sitting between the two empty seats. Whatever had upset you, he'd clearly missed it, and for the first time in a long while, he had absolutely no idea what was going on inside your head.