#t;tmis

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The Morning is Stupid

Things have really gone amiss if she’s seen him naked this early on, wandering around the little villa they have here. She holds it in her hand, then hands the other side of the blanket to him as so he may cover his... unmentionables. “Did your mom really think we would give them grandchildren this early? I get that you’re attractive but you aren’t irresistible.” And he isn’t to her, at least not this far. Her hand reaches for a pillow to cover her front as she rushes off into the bathroom, shutting the door. “I hope I do this right... and I hope you didn’t get me pregnant. If I’m not... are we going to tell our parents we have done... this?”

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The Morning is Stinging

She’s convinced he’s lying to save face, and she lets him off for it anyway but doesn’t comment on the matter any longer. Bringing the main topic back to his attention, she tries to calm down once more. “We need to go get a pregnancy test... but I’m not sure how we can here.” The thought of peeing on a plastic stick makes her want to rub her own temples. How did he convince her to get in bed with him? Or did she to him? 

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The Morning is Stripping

She looks at him in disbelief. Even this, she knew prior to doing the deed itself. The actual feeling itself is a discovery on its own. “Do you know how sore I am right now? Of course I’m going to walk funny today!” And perhaps for the next day or two with how aggressive he was upon finishing. There’s a possibility that she is pregnant, right? Maybe if his “children” are strong enough to bypass that. As soon raises the slightest hint of doubt about her character, she picks up a pillow and tosses it at his face. “Hey! Don’t think of me like that. My parents wanted me to take it just in case anything happened abroad. I’m not irresponsible! Men have never been the most controlled, on the other hand!”

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The Morning is Suffering

It’s a silly question, isn’t it? She knows it is. He should know better as well. She was sought after for her chastity. His family must have asked when asking for her hand in marriage simply to insure there are no illegitimate children just yet. “Because no one will be able to tell! And... well... you know it’s not what people expect of you regardless.” Her anger rises again but she makes an attempt to control it this time, hands over her face as she attempts to assess the situation. It’s just as much of her issue as it is of his. Watching him cover at the face of parenthood tells her just how immature he really is. “I do use those pill things but there’s no absolute guarantee either!”

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The Morning is Seething

Her gaze follows him as he suddenly peeks beneath the blanket and so quickly does she respond with a shout. “Don’t look down there!” And she means specifically about her privates -- also that someone his age shouldn’t be checking himself out either. “And what? It doesn’t make a difference for you.” Actually, it’s quite comforting for her to hear his virginity was claimed by his (soon to be) bride. She wonders, after he responds, if he understands the consequences of not using a condom and they were drunk. “Do you remember if you released inside of me then? I could be pregnant!”

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The Morning is Sickening

The evening still clouds her till the moment she wakes. The morning smells as musty as the evening. Her body is sore, particularly the lower half, and her head is throbbing. Even worse, the blessing of sunny days in tropical weather is now torturing her as she tries to open her eyes. When she manages to get a glimpse of what’s beside her, or rather who, she springs up, sitting with the blanket pressed to her chest -- and her head hurts double. Groaning, she already knows she’s naked and flashes of the previous evening returns to her. She begins cussing, as she never has before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Minho!” She shoves him. WE HAD SEX?! “You took my virginity, what do you think?! Did you use a condom?!”