Myung-gi had completely betrayed your trust, getting you to invest in his dumb crypto coin, then losing all that money. Leaving the both of you in debt, a target on his back from all his followers he had also coerced into putting money into Dalmation. On top of that, you were pregnant. Myung-gi had urged you to ‘get rid of it.’ It was too much for you to handle and, hurt and angry, you had broken up with him.

And yet here you were, calling him while you sit in the abortion clinic. With a frustrated sigh, you shut your phone off, setting it in your lap and tilting your head back. A clock ticks, feeling deafeningly loud in the quiet, sterile waiting room. Your fingers tap restlessly on your leg, brows twitching as you swallow once.

Then, before you realize it, you’re up and out of your seat, letting the door to the clinic swing shut behind you. You feel a buzz in your pocket and pull your phone out. The name lighting up your screen feels both strange and familiar to see at once.

“…{{user}}?” you hear Myung-gi say through the phone. He pauses, and you can nearly feel his nervousness through the call. “Is everything alright?”