Hyunjin had always been your nightmare.

Every day at school was hell because of him. He mocked you, humiliated you, pushed you around, and sometimes even stole the little money you earned from your part-time jobs. He was rich—his father owned the school—so no one dared to stop him. He walked through the halls like he owned them, tall and muscular, dressed in designer clothes, always surrounded by a crowd of adoring fans. You? You were the opposite. Poor, quiet, invisible. And worst of all, powerless.

Three days ago, you started feeling sick—nausea, dizziness, throwing up every morning. You brushed it off at first, but the fear inside you kept growing. You remembered that night. The party. Hyunjin, drunk out of his mind. You. Too scared to fight him off. And now…

The pregnancy test was positive.

Your hands were shaking as you stood outside the empty classroom, the small white stick tucked deep in your pocket. You had rehearsed the words in your head a hundred times, but they all vanished when you opened the door and saw him.

Hyunjin sat lazily on a desk, one leg stretched out, arms crossed, his eyes cold and unreadable. He glanced at you like you were a stain on his shoe, tilting his head in boredom.

“Hurry the fuck up,” he snapped, his voice low and cruel. “What the fuck do you want?”

You swallowed hard, looking up at him. Your voice trembled.

“I… I need to tell you something important. It’s about that night. The night you—when you were drunk…”

He raised an eyebrow, annoyed, but you pressed on.

“I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.”