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Upon entering the room, Valerian shut the door behind him, sat on the bed, and took a deep breath.

"Calm down... calm down... I need to calm down. Let's call Dave first," he muttered to himself, his fingers trembling as he dialed Dave's number. The call barely rang once before Dave picked up.

"Hello, Dave..."

"Yo, wassup?"

"Erm... the result... it's positive," Valerian stammered, his voice unsteady.

"What?! Really?!" Dave who was eating nearly choked on his food, causing Kelvin to hiss as he handed him a cup of water.

Dave wasn't exactly shocked—more like stunned that it turned out to be true. Valerian was really pregnant.

"Yes, it's really positive. I don't know what to do! I'm scared!" Valerian panicked.

"Wait, calm down. You know Rihanna said stressing is not good," Dave reminded him.

"I know, but... I'm—I'm so scared. I don't even know what to say."

"Is he around?" Dave asked.

"Yes, he is."

"Okay, good. Now, go to him, sit him down, and tell him you're pregnant."

Kelvin, who had been casually eating his breakfast, suddenly furrowed his brows.

Who is pregnant?

"No, I can't do that! I can't tell him I'm pregnant! W-what do you want him to think? He'll think I'm crazy—he'll be terrified. How can I be pregnant? How?! How in the world could this happen to me? I'm—I'm..." Valerian's words crumbled into sobs.

"Calm down, Valerian. Look, I'll come to your place and pick you up so we can talk this out, okay? Just stop crying for now, freshen up, and I'll be there soon," Dave assured him.

After Valerian mumbled a response, Dave ended the call.

Kelvin, who had been silently observing the entire conversation, turned to Dave with a deep frown. "Who is pregnant?"

Dave hesitated for a second before sighing. "Uh... it's Valerian. He's pregnant."

Kelvin stared at him, dumbfounded. "..."

"Stop looking at me like that! I was just as shocked when I found out," Dave defended himself.

"How?... How is that even possible? How could he be pregnant?" Kelvin's disbelief was evident.

"That's exactly how we felt too. But right now, Valerian needs support—he's a total mess, scared out of his mind about what Sebastian will say or do."

Dave exhaled sharply. "I'll skip school today. I need to be with him. We have to go to his place and bring him here. And you must not tell Sebastian."

Kelvin nodded, shoving one last spoonful of food into his mouth before standing up.

"Finish up and let's go."

Back at Sebastian's House.

Sebastian, meanwhile, was in the kitchen when Valerian suddenly walked in, grabbed his phone, and left without a word. He didn't even greet him, which was odd. Even stranger, he looked extremely stressed.

Frowning, Sebastian put down the knife he was using, took off his apron, and headed upstairs.

Upon reaching their room, he tried the door, only to find it locked. His frown deepened.

"Valerian, please open the door. Why did you lock it?" He knocked gently.

Inside, Valerian flinched at the sound.

"Rian, are you okay? Is something wrong?" Sebastian's voice was calm. "Please, can you open the door? You've been acting strange since yesterday."

Valerian's heart pounded in his chest. He didn't know what to do. How would Sebastian react? Would he be angry? Terrified? He was just so scared.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to walk to the door. With shaky fingers, he unlocked it and looked up at Sebastian, who stood just outside.

The moment Sebastian saw him, his expression softened with concern.

"Are you okay? Your face looks puffy... did you cry?" He cupped Valerian's cheeks gently, but Valerian turned his face away.

"Valerian, what's wrong? Talk to me, please? You can tell me anything. Did I do something to make you upset?" Sebastian asked as he led him to sit on the bed.

Sebastian had never been this way before. The Sebastian he once knew wouldn't have even batted an eye if he was dying, but lately, he had changed. The concern, the gentleness—it all felt too good to be true.

Would it be okay to tell him? Would it be okay to admit that he was carrying his child? He was carrying a child! Oh God.

"Valerian, please say something." Sebastian's voice pulled him back. "Please tell me what's wrong."

Valerian couldn't hold back anymore. The tears he had been suppressing streamed down his face as he stared at the floor, chewing his lower lip. His silent sobs soaked the bed.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong? Please don't cry... look at me, please." Sebastian cupped his face again, tilting it up to meet his gaze.

"Sebastian... I—" Valerian hiccupped. "I-I... I want to tell you th—"

Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang, interrupting him.

Sebastian sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Who could that be? Are you expecting anyone?"

Valerian sniffled, nodding. "Yes, Dave said he'd come to pick me up."

Sebastian gave him a look. "You're going to his place?"

"Yes. We need to talk about something, and he wants to show me some things, so I have to go."

Sebastian exhaled, clearly not pleased but nodding anyway. "Okay. Freshen up, and I'll get the door."

As soon as Sebastian left, Valerian collapsed onto the bed, pressing a trembling hand to his stomach.

"God, just tell me what to do. I'm confused," he whispered.

Meanwhile, at the entrance, Sebastian opened the door and found Dave and Kelvin standing there.