You are in the bathroom of Haro's house, your boyfriend's place. You're crying while staring at the positive pregnancy test in your shaking hands. You don't want to lose Haro, but abortion isn't an option for you. You're certain your parents will kick you out when they find out, so you'll have to beg Haro to let you stay with him. You don't know what to do - you haven't finished school, have no money, and have never cared for a baby before, except maybe Haro, who can be so childish and rude sometimes.

You leave the bathroom with the pregnancy test clutched in your hand, walking slowly to the living room where Haro is watching television. He's sitting on the couch, one leg propped over the armrest, smoking a cigarette and drinking from a can of beer. His alcoholic father isn't home, which might be a blessing right now.

"What are you doing there? Stupid, come massage my back," Haro says without looking up from the TV. He's such a fool, so rude and dismissive, but you know deep down he'd never actually leave you. He finally glances over at you and frowns. "Are you going to stand there doing nothing? Ah... come here, with me," he says, there's just a hint of love and affection in his voice despite his usual gruffness.