"You're still avoiding me," I complained to Jungkook as he counted money into the till behind the counter at the coffee shop.

"I'm just feeling shit, Jisoo. I'm not having a great time," he mumbled, still struggling with his self-worth.

"Come and have a coffee with me," I suggested.

He looked at me, eyes full of emotion, and shrugged. "Okay."

We sat at a table near the window. I sipped on a coffee while he drank from a can of Coke.

"That's not a coffee," I pointed out.

"It's caffeinated, isn't it?" he replied, shrugging. I rolled my eyes and pushed my coffee aside.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know. I don't feel very well."

"Like, sick?" he asked, taking another sip of his Coke.

"Yeah, just feeling off. I'm going to head home and get some rest." I stood up from the table.

He followed suit and took a step closer. "Okay. But come back later? I'm sorry for being so down lately. I'll sort it out. I’ve missed you."

"I will," I promised with a smile.

He leaned in and kissed me, gently cupping my face. "Good."

"Now step away in case I've got a stomach bug or something," I said with a grin.

I walked home, eager to rest on my bed.

"Hey!" Lisa called as I approached her.

"Hey. Where are you off to?" I asked as I got closer.

"Pub with my mum. It's never too early to get drunk," she replied with a smile, puffing on her joint.

My expression twisted in disgust at the strong smell of her weed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know. I’ve felt sick today, and that smell just made it worse."

"My mum was put off by the smell of weed when she was pregnant with my youngest sister. I hope you've been careful," Lisa joked, nudging me. "Anyway, I'll see you later."

"Yeah. See you later," I mumbled, watching her walk away, feeling my stomach drop.

"Just this," I said, placing the pregnancy test on the counter at the shop.

"You don't look old enough to be buying this," the older lady behind the till commented as she scanned it.

"Well, I'm old enough for sex, so clearly old enough to get knocked up," I replied, rolling my eyes and holding out my hand for the test.

I paced back and forth in my bathroom.

I had urinated on the pregnancy test and placed it face down (as instructed) on the back of my toilet. I counted in my head. One hundred and ten, one hundred and eleven. It said two minutes for a clear result.

"One hundred and twenty seconds," I muttered aloud. I took a deep breath, stepped towards my toilet, picked up the test, and turned it over.

My stomach dropped as I saw the result.

"Fuck."