You thanked whatever deity was in charge of your life, love, luck and fortune when you felt Leeteuk’s hand travel up your thigh and slipping under your skirt during your flight in Leeteuk’s private jet to a small, equally — if not more — private island. “Honey,” Leeteuk’s whispered into your ear, hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, “you’ve heard about the Mile High Club, right?” You merely nodded and closed your eyes, shivering at the feathery touches he was giving you as he rubbed you through your panties, eliciting soft mewls of pleasure from your mouth. “Have you ever thought of joining?” he asked, moving to unbuckle both of your seat belts before letting you straddle him in his seat. Lips met lips and careless, sloppy kisses were everywhere, and as the jet met turbulence, you ground down against his growing erection, biting and sucking his earlobe and whispering, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Got the popcorn and soda,” Heechul said, plopping himself down on the couch. “Here, I grabbed us a blanket and the remote,” Leeteuk responded, following right after his boyfriend and taking a seat next to him. “So what did you rent?” Heechul asked the older boy curiously. Leeteuk glanced over at him with knitted eyebrows, telling him, “I thought you said you were going to the rental store today.” Heechul pouted, staring at the blank TV screen and muttered, “I keep telling you movie night will be easier if we just get Netflix already.”

“I look like a goddamned prostitute,” Kyuhyun muttered, staring in the mirror after trying on one of the outfits that apparently was possibly going to be used for Super Junior’s sixth album concept. He wasn’t sure exactly how all this fishnet and leather was even slightly related to any of the songs they had been recording. Changmin was sitting off to the side, laughing like a madman at the sight of his friend in front of him. “Oh, man, I never thought I’d see the day where Prostitute Kyu existed,” he gasped out in between his uncontrollable sniggering. Kyuhyun glared at his fellow maknae, but Changmin didn’t even notice when he suddenly froze in place, seeming to have come up with a brilliant idea: “I swear I’ll pay you a hundred bucks if you change your Twitter name from GaemGyu to ProstiKyu.”

The idea of it was always questionable for me.

It’s a human life. And abortion is like…it’s almost like murder.

But at the same time, what if you were really young, and you got raped, and you got pregnant? There are circumstances where abortion is an acceptable option.

But is this one of them?

Donghae and I. It’s been a big secret for the last two years that him and I were dating. In fact, out of everyone in Super Junior, and in Donghae’s public life, only Leeteuk, Eunhyuk, and Siwon know he and I are together.

It’s a fun and happy romance. There are hard times, where he’s really busy and I don’t hear from him for a while, but we see each other here and there. it was something I had to accept, that I would be sharing Donghae with the world if he was my boyfriend. Other than that, we have a great relationship.

But…but about a week ago, I woke up sick, and threw up my breakfast. Donghae looked scared, and confused. I bought an at home pregnancy test, and took it in Donghae’s bathroom at his apartment.

I was pregnant.

Donghae and I had a long talk about it. Donghae wants kids, he wants a lot of them, and I want that too, but Donghae isn’t planning on marrying anytime soon. In fact, he wants to get married after his service in army. Which could be in a few years.

If Donghae wasn’t an idol, he would happily marry me, and we would have kids and he’d go to the army, and everything would be fine. But that wasn’t the case. Lee Donghae is a public figure, and I am his secret girlfriend. His secret, pregnant girlfriend.

He took the day off and came with me to the doctor’s, even though we both agreed it was a terrible idea. He wore a hat and a lower face mask in the waiting room while I fiddled my fingers nervously, my stomach churning.

As the doctor called my name, and the two of us shuffled into the examination room, I thought about what I was about to do one last time.

Does this particular circumstance make what we are about to do acceptable?

Because this isn’t just a human life, it could potentially be my baby. Donghae’s baby.

Our child.

“What the fuck is that smell?” Kyuhyun asked as he walked into the living room, only to see one of the most strangest scenes ever. Eunhyuk was peering up at him from his crouched over position as the slender dancer’s right hand was splayed before him on the coffee table, and his left hand held what was unmistakably the brush of a nail polish bottle. On the table before Eunhyuk was an open bottle of nail polish remover and a bunch of different colored bottles of polish and used cotton balls. “Acetone, maybe?” Eunhyuk said grabbing the bottle of remover and reading the ingredients on the back. “Are you painting your nails, hyung?” Kyuhyun asked incredulously.

“Uhmmm…where should we start?” Ryeowook asked, feeling extremely embarrassed and awkward even though he couldn’t actually see his boyfriend. “You should…take your shirt off,” Kyuhyun suggested, and Ryeowook nodded, then realized that was stupid of him and said, “okay,” as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side of his bed. “Now…touch yourself,” Kyuhyun continued, but Ryeowook just couldn’t seem to get into it. His entire family was home right now – the idea of him doing this while his parents and siblings were sleeping in the next rooms over did not make it more thrilling to him like it seemed to with some people. “Kyuhyun, do you wanna…do you wanna just go make out in a deserted parking lot or something?” he asked, and Kyuhyun was silent for a moment, making Ryeowook think he’d disappointed him, but then his boyfriend told him, “I’ll be at your place in ten.”

“Now the dudes are linin’ up, ’cause they hear we got swagger,” Ryeowook sang the well-known Ke$ha tune mindlessly, toying with a loose thread on the hem of his shirt, “but we kick ’em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger…I’m talkin’—” “Do you even know who Jagger is?” Donghae asked, sitting on the chair across from the eternal maknae, fiddling around on his laptop. “Honestly, no,” Ryeowook told him truthfully. “Well, you sing a lot of songs that have to do with him…take a look,” Donghae said as he turned his laptop around and showed Ryeowook the Google Image results of the formerly extremely popular American star. “Wow,” Ryeowook said, scanning the pictures before wondering, “do you think our ELFs will still love us once we get that old and start looking like that?”   

“I need to really start working out more,” Kangin muttered randomly one night, flexing his right arm and not seeing the bulge of muscle like he used to in the past.

“Let’s start boxing then, hyung, like you said we would do a long time ago!” Sungmin suggested, having stayed fixed on that offer from all those years ago.

“I said we’d do boxing together?” Kangin asked, not recalling.

“Yes, before you went to the army, I told you I wanted to try boxing and you said you were going to as well but we never ended up doing it…”

“Let’s go then,” Kangin said, standing up proudly, with a determined look on his face. “Let’s start right away…tonight! We can even come up with a good meal plan, with lots of protein in it.”

“Yeah!” Sungmin approved, nodding excitedly as he stood up as well.

“Yah, hyungs, I made some pastries!” Ryeowook called from the kitchen.

Sungmin and Kangin looked back at one another for a few seconds before Kangin shrugged, saying, “we can always start tomorrow,” and Sungmin nodded in agreement.

“Hyung!” Kyuhyun whined, “I’m tired!”
Siwon turned around to look at Kyuhyun who was staggering under the weight of a backpack, he smiled bracingly, “it’s not far now!”
Kyuhyun grumbled as they carried on walking through the undergrowth, “we could have just gone to a hotel.”
Siwon stopped when they reached the top of the hill that they’d been struggling up for the past half an hour (thought it felt like forever to Kyuhyun who had never been a fan of any sort of strenuous exercise – apart from the obvious.)

Kyuhyun was panting when he stopped by Siwon who had his hands on his hips and was looking at the view that the top of the hill gave him. He smiled at Kyuhyun and set his backpack on the ground, starting to set the tent up. “Won’t this be romantic?” Siwon asked, “just you me and that view. And when it gets dark, we can look at the stars together – you can’t get that in a hotel.”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and sat down, “you also can’t get bugs or bears.”
“There’s no bears here, silly.” Siwon replied not looking up from inserting rod A into end C.
Kyuhyun paused, musingly and then asked, “hyung, is there wifi here?”

You jogged off the field after the blow of the whistle, gathering in a circle with the rest of your soccer team around your coach Leeteuk, who enthusiastically said, “okay, girls, we’re ahead by two points, so just keep your head in the game for the second half and we’ll have this in the bag,” and you smiled inwardly to yourself at how cute you thought he was when he got excited. “I was actually thinking we could switch it up a little, put a few of you into new positions….” And with that statement, your mind wandered from thinking about how adorable your coach was to his sexier side, daydreaming about all the “new positions” the two of you could try in your fantasies… “You’ll do great in this new spot out there, okay?” Leeteuk said, placing a hand on your shoulder, shaking you from your much too active imagination. You nodded dumbly as he sent you and your team back onto the field, and that was when you realized you actually had no clue what position you were playing now, all thanks to that goddamned dimpled coach of yours.

“Bing-bing, bing-bing,” Ryeowook said with a cute smile on his face, holding the makeshift banana phone to his ear. Yesung rolled his eyes at the first-grader, annoyed that his mother had agreed to babysit the younger boy everyday after school until she got off of work. “Bing-bing, I’m calling you, hyung,” Ryeowook persisted, but Yesung just ignored him, and focused on his third-grade homework, way too mature for childish games like that. The next day at school Ryeowook had a banana during lunch and pulled it out of his lunch sack, once again putting it to his ear and saying, “bing-bing.” From across the lunchroom Yesung noticed all of Ryeowook’s friends around him go wild with laughter, begging the boy to call them, or let them borrow his phone, and Yesung pouted, actually feeling a sense of jealousy, all just because of a piece of yellow fruit.

“It’s now or never, Hae,” Heechul teased, shoving the long rod in front of the younger boys face, dangerously close to his slightly drooling lips. Donghae gulped, and begged, “but I just…can’t you just…save it for me until tomorrow, hyung?” “Ha!” Heechul hooted and said, “you really think this is going to last until tomorrow?” Donghae pouted at the diva, telling him, “I just brushed my teeth, though.” Heechul shrugged, not caring in the slightest as he jammed the last bits of the churro into his mouth, licking the sugar off each and every one of his fingers as Donghae just sat there glaring at him.

“Jja-boo,” Sungmin cooed cutely at the pug Shindong had asked him and Eunhyuk to pet-sit for the day. “Look at him, Hyukkie,” the aegyo king squealed, “he looks like you!” Eunhyuk frowned at the older boy and said, “oh, thanks, so I have an ugly, squished-up, wrinkly face, then?” Sungmin frowned right back after that comment, and responded, “yes, actually, it matches your ugly, squished-up, wrinkly attitude…I think Jja-boo is adorable, it was a compliment, Hyuk.” He scooped the dog up into his arms and walked out of the room, leaving Eunhyuk there to glance over at the mirror on the wall, rubbing his hands over his face as he muttered to himself, “my face isn’t wrinkly…”

Siwon bit his own lip when Ryeowook bit his, once again, as he was trying to figure out the math problem on the sheet in front of him. The smaller boy kept on doing little things, like biting his lip or sticking out his tongue or sucking on the eraser of his pencil, and from where Siwon was sitting in the class, he couldn’t help but notice it. All these little distractions were making it difficult for him to concentrate on his math test, but Siwon took a deep breath and willed himself to just focus and not think about anything else other than equations and graphs. Unfortunately, the bell for class to end rang and Siwon stared at the completely blank test in front of him. He glared from behind at Ryeowook for making it impossible for him to get any of the problems done…but the younger boy didn’t notice, as he was too busy quickly looking over his test once more, biting his lip in the process.

“Someone sent you…a stripper pole?” Eunhyuk asked even though the large box was clearly visible right in front of his eyes. “Someone sent us a stripper pole,” Donghae corrected, unfolding the short note that came with it, reading the ELF’s words, “‘EunHae oppas, enjoy this gift and use if often…preferably together ;)’” The two boys just stared at the box for a few moments before Donghae determined that, “this is because of that Sorry-Sorry Answer dance you just decided to throw into SS4.” Eunhyuk stayed silent, realizing that it was probably actually true, and that he couldn’t really argue with Donghae there.