monica had been in the middle of checking in a customer when the date on the screen made her blanch. she’d been feeling a little off for about a week now but she’d written it off as not resting enough; that was nothing new. from there a quick check of her clue app confirmed the fact she was late. she’d been able to grab a cheap test from the questionable vending machine at the motel and when two little lines appeared she did something that she’d never done before. she went home sick. not without making a stop at a local store to buy a stupidly expensive digital test and sending a text to seonho letting him know they ‘needed to talk’. however now that she’s sitting in front of him the words evade her. “i’m not breaking up with you,” she finally blurts, realising in hindsight her text perhaps hadn’t sounded the greatest. “i just... i couldn’t text you this. i mean, i could but knowing my luck you’d be driving or something and cause a crash and then that would just —” she pauses, taking a breath, “you should sit down.”