nayleeie

[nayleeie]

A pearl

pairing - namgyu x fem!preg’Reader

Warning-possession,pregnancy kink,obsessive,mature death. Including-fluff and angst

Life was full—months before he arrived. Your smile stretched wide, your laughter even wider. Words danced from your lips like they had places to go, like they were unafraid of silence.

You had just moved into that quiet apartment complex— nothing special, but peaceful. The kind of place where the hallway echoes felt like old friends, and the walls kept your secrets like they were theirs too.

Then he appeared. Jet-black hair, a stride like certainty— he crossed your path, and something shifted. Not just in the air, but deep in the folds of your story.

It wasn’t love at first sight— no, it was something more haunting. The beginning of an era. Not fireworks, but a slow burn. A gravity you didn’t know you’d orbit.

What you didn’t know was that he was a suffering drug addict, hiding his pain behind a carefully constructed mask. The selfishness he carried wasn’t just a flaw—it was a weapon. He manipulated, he lied, and he took pleasure in the control it gave him. Beneath the surface, he wasn’t just broken—he was cruel.

There was a sadistic edge to his actions, a darkness that went beyond addiction. He didn’t just hurt because he was hurting—he hurt because he wanted to.

But you were drawn to him—irresistibly, irrationally. The thought of leaving felt like tearing out a piece of yourself.

His beauty was your ache, and somehow, his pain became your twisted comfort. You clung to the delusion that he could change, that someday the broken man would become someone whole.

But that one night shattered the illusion. He came home drunk again, stumbling in from some club,

reeking of smoke and strangers. You used to worry, used to call, to check, to care. But not anymore.

The silence between you had grown too loud. No more late-night messages. No more last calls. And maybe the cruelest part—he didn’t seem to care either.

The only time he showed affection was when he was drunk beyond reason—hands wandering to places he avoided when sober, lips brushing yours with a desperation that felt more like possession than love. His words slurred, heavy with liquor and longing, begging you not to leave, not to pull away.

You didn’t want this. Not like this. But your body betrayed you.

The lines blurred—one kiss became another, and then it became more. A tangled mess of need, confusion, and something that felt like intimacy but wasn’t. It was his way of holding on

after that day it made you realize a lot of things how endangered you were.If he couldn’t take a no what other things were unreadable.

You stayed in your apartment for months after leaving him. No texts, no calls—though he still had your number. Silence. Two months passed, and your body ached in ways you couldn’t explain.

Some days the pain felt unbearable, like your body was trying to tell you something you didn’t want to hear.

Eventually, you went to the doctor. Just a check-in, you told yourself. But they ran some tests. The results came back—and you were pregnant.

Your first instinct was to terminate. You didn’t feel ready, not for this, not alone. But when you asked, they told you it was too late. The pregnancy had progressed too far. You wished you had known sooner—not for yourself, but for the child. Because now, they would come into a world missing a piece.

Missing a parent who was never really present in the first place.

                          6 months 

I finally got out of that place—it was hell on earth. But freedom came with its own price. I couldn’t find a job; no one wanted to hire someone visibly pregnant.

So I survived off what was left of my retirement funds. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Still, now it wasn’t just me—I had another life to feed. Everything cost double, felt double.

I was due in a month. And if I’m being honest, it didn’t excite me. I tried to feel something—tried to love this baby growing inside me—but the past clung to me.

I thought how different my life woke be if it didn’t happen.

Ring, ring.

The sound cut through the silence like a blade. I blinked at the glow of my phone screen in the dark. A name lit up I hadn’t seen in months.

Namgyu.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. It was the first time he had called since I left. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing—until now. My thumb hovered over the screen. My heart pounded, not from hope, but from everything I hadn’t let myself feel.

Why now?

Why after all this time—when I was finally starting to accept the silence?

I didn’t answer. Not yet.

Before I could put down the phone he started spam me with messages.

I check the time before I put the phone down

7:23

I wasn’t ready to open that chapter up again in my life.

I pushed the blanket off and slowly sat up, getting ready to go out for the day.

I didn’t have any big plans—just a quiet meal at a small restaurant, one of those places where no one really looks at you, and the silence feels like comfort.

Every day felt the same. My body moved, but my mind was stuck—trapped in a loop I couldn’t break.

I grabbed my purse without much thought and stepped outside. The air was cool, the streets unusually still, like the world had paused just for a moment.

As I walked, something crossed my mind—I hadn’t bought a single thing for the baby. Not a blanket. Not a bottle.

Not even a name. I wasn’t ready, not really. Maybe after lunch, I’d stop somewhere—see what I could do. Try, at least.

The restaurant was just ahead. Quiet, dim, almost empty. Just how I needed it.

“Hello.”

You looked up to see a tall man dressed in all black, a sleek suitcase in his hand. He stood just a few feet away, perfectly still, watching you.

“Hi,” you replied, uncertain. You waited, unsure of what he wanted.

“You seem bored,” he said casually, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Wanna play a game?”

You raised an eyebrow, thrown off by the strange offer. “Uh—sure. What is it?”

He motioned for you to sit, and you hesitated, then followed, settling across from him as he placed the suitcase on the table.

“Ddakji,” he said. “If you win, you get money. If you lose—your body is the exchange.”

You leaned back, heart skipping. “My body? No, sir. That’s not happening.”

It sounded insane. Creepy, even. Was this his kink? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but it definitely set off alarms in your head.

“With a slap,” he clarified, still calm, still smiling.

Oh. That kind of body exchange.

It was weird—but your desperation had started to dull your instincts. Rent was due. Groceries were low. And now, the baby. You needed money more than pride. More than comfort.

“Sure,” you muttered, hesitant. “I guess.”

Something about the timing felt surreal. Like a doorway cracking open when everything else had been shut for too long.

He placed one card on the ground and handed you the other. You ran your fingers over the thick, folded edge—familiar.

You used to play ddakji when you were little, back when life was simpler and games didn’t come with consequences.

You took a breath, then slammed the card down. It flipped his instantly.

A smile tugged at your lips.

Round after round, the two of you took turns—bright-colored cards slapping against the ground, sharp cracks echoing between you. Time faded, and for a brief while, it felt like something close to fun.

Finally, you took the win.

You stood, brushing off your hands. “Thanks,” you said. It felt strange to be grateful, but in a way— you were.

Before you could turn away, he reached into his coat and pulled something out. “Take this.”

It was a strange-looking card—dark, heavy in your hand. On it were symbols you didn’t recognize: a circle, a triangle, a square. The edges looked worn, aged, as if it had passed through many hands before yours.

You stared at it, unsure what it meant.

“What is this?” you asked, voice low.

He only smiled. “When the time comes—you’ll know.”

Then he walked away, disappearing down the quiet street like he’d never been there at all.

You didn’t look back walking into the restaurant.

You stood there, feeling the weight of eyes that may or may not have been watching. The tracksuit didn’t help—it was only slightly loose, just enough to move with you, but not enough to hide the curve of your growing belly. The changes in your body were becoming harder to ignore.

Your breasts had grown fuller, heavier, sitting higher beneath the thin fabric. Your thighs had thickened, your hips widened, giving your silhouette a softness, a curve that hadn’t been there before. Every shift in your body reminded you of what was coming—what was already happening inside you. This transformation was no longer subtle.

The shape of a pig appeared on the top shining bright with money.It made you realize what you were really here for you and the baby.

you look at the screen that brightened people faces showing.It made you feel good knowing you were alone in this.

The sound of footsteps echoed around you—people slowly trickling out, their laughter fading as they disappeared beyond the exit. You followed behind, keeping your distance, staying back like you weren’t ready to leave just yet.

The room was strange. Cold. Empty in a way that didn’t feel natural. Rows of cameras lined the walls, all pointed in different directions, like eyes that never blinked.

You felt exposed, watched. The silence between the voices made it worse—like the walls themselves were listening.

A small group gathered near the center, trying to take a photo together.

You watched quietly from the corner, trying not to draw attention. But then—one of them caught your eye. A face that tugged at something they looked familiar.

You turned away, paying no mind.

And then—the doors creaked open.

An elderly man jumped out to tell everyone to stop.The fright in his eyes made you listen as you didn’t wanna die.

A doll like girl watched your guys every move as it stopped no one moved.

A shot came from a corner a girl was dead lying on the floor her blood was leaking from her head.You looked away before you could throw up from the sight.

This time you really watched your move as everyone scattered around everyone was halfway dead as the shot made them disband.

”Everyone get behind someone taller or bigger than you.”The elder man said still standing infront of everyone 

before you could react a taller girl came infront of you “hang on,be careful.”She had short hair.

”thank you.”you grabbed on since you couldn’t stand for to long.

The finish line was near as you step on the taller girl left to help another person.

The sight of this place was bad the blood was disturbing and disgusting.

you made it back in one piece thankfully.

They had started a vote—stay here, or go home. It all felt surreal, like you were part of something bigger, something unspoken. People moved quickly, as if they'd already made up their minds. One by one, they stepped forward, pressed a button, and returned to their place without a word.

You stood off to the side, still thinking, still unsure. This place unsettled you, but the thought of going back to the life you’d left behind didn’t feel much better.

Then your number echoed through the speakers. “One-zero-four.”

Your stomach tightened. You took a deep breath and began the walk to the front. The path felt longer than it should have—your body heavier, slower. Pregnancy made everything more difficult now. Every step was a quiet ache.

And then you felt it.

Someone was watching you. Not just glancing—staring. The kind of look that lingered too long, that made your skin crawl. You didn’t look up. You kept your eyes on the floor, fingers twitching slightly as you touched the red patch you’d just placed on your chest. A symbol of your choice.

You walked toward the red side, each step filled with unease, that stare still burning into you.

Then the results came in.

Blue won.

as you walked back in the room they had food for you guys.You didn’t feel like eating not after that.

You just sat on the bed waiting for time to pass as you held your stomach. “Hello.”it was that one girl who helped you “oh hey.”you smiled at her “you can have my food I’m not hungry.”

she handed you the food “Are you sure?you didn’t have too.”you worried for her health “It’s fine I don’t need it.”she gave you a smile back and walked away.

You ate it because you couldn’t let it go to waste. The loneliness didn’t help either as you were all alone watching everyone. “you motherfucker.”You looked to see a man with purple dyed hair beating up a boy.

until a man stepped in to defend the other “2 against one?”You looked at the group on the blue side—three people standing apart from the rest. And then your eyes locked on the third one.

Namgyu.

Your heart froze.

It was like being punched in the chest, that name crashing into your mind before you could stop it. The face you’d tried to forget was right there in front of you. Older. Still smug. Still composed in that hollow, effortless way.

Hatred hit first—raw and immediate.

What was he doing here? Why now?

Your hands clenched at your sides. The choice you’d made, the red patch on your chest—it didn’t matter anymore. You couldn’t stay here. Not with him. Not with that worthless man breathing the same air as you

He noticed you too as you stared back before he could take his eyes off you.He was hit back by the man.

For some reason it felt good now he was feeling what you felt.You hope karma hit him hard with consequences.

He seemed to back up with his friend as he looked back at you.

Namgyu thought you would never end up in a place like this.Not only that but he noticed you looked different. “Man,fuck that hag bitch.”thanos sat back down and rubbed his face.

Namgyu couldn’t focus now that he knew you were here.He thought about you about the both of you. “Nam-su are you even playing attention.”Namgyu was annoyed “that’s not my name.”he said back looking away.

”what’s on your mind.”thanos laid back as he fidgeted with his fingers,namgyu could only hold back his words though he didn’t knew thanos like that 

“You see that girl?” Thanos laughed, tossing a cap across the room. “She looks pregnant. Too bad—I actually thought she was kinda cute.”

Namgyu, who had been half-asleep, sat up. His interest sparked. “What girl?”

“The one sitting in front of us,” Thanos replied, eyes narrowed in thought. “Right before we beat the shit out of that bitch. She kept her head up the whole time.”

Namgyu’s expression shifted as the memory clicked into place.

You.

Thanos had been talking about you.

His chest tightened.

Pregnant? The word echoed through his head, sharp and disorienting. That was all he could think about now. Pregnant. But he didn’t remember—He didn’t remember that happening. And if it didn’t come from him—

The realization came like a slap.

You must’ve slept with someone else.

A surge of anger rushed through him. Hot, ugly, possessive. The idea of you with another man—of someone else touching you, being inside you—made his blood boil. It didn’t matter that he had left you, ignored you, disappeared without a word.

What mattered now was the thought that the baby wasn’t his,or so he thought.

You fell asleep couldn’t take anymore of this.

You woke up to the lights on as people were ready.Being pregnant made you more tired you didn’t know if you could take that.

The next game was starting as you got up walking with others someone grabbed your wrist “[name].”you stared namgyu down. “What are you doing here.”he was demanding you to say something 

“stop.”You pulled away from before blending into the crowd.

The bright child like room with a track looking line.The speaker went off saying the rules of the game as everyone started to pair up.You looked around you had no one “hey wanna pair up with my group.”it was a girl who asked. “Sure.”You followed them siting down in the back of the line.

As it started you watched other complete it was now your groups turn you get nervous trying to avoid death.It was hard for you as you got chained up together.

As the next round began, you watched the other teams complete their challenge. Your pulse was racing. Now it was your group's turn—and the tension was suffocating.

The chains clinked as they were locked around your ankle,linking you to the others

Your teammates moved quickly, each person making their turn count. When they finished, all eyes fell on you.

You stepped forward, knees slightly buckling, palms slick with sweat.

Gonggi. A game you hadn’t played since childhood.

Your first try—failure. The stones slipped, your hand trembled.

“Please—you can do this,” one of the girls whispered, gently, as if sensing the panic rising in you.

Too many eyes. Too much riding on this.

You swallowed hard and tried again.

This time—you made it.

Your breath caught as the final stone landed perfectly.

“Thank God,” you exhaled, your voice barely above a whisper.

You moved to the next station, body buzzing with adrenaline, each step pulling you closer to the finish line. When you crossed it with the others, you almost collapsed from relief.

Across the room, Namgyu watched.

He had been silent, but tense—too tense. For all the awful things he’d done to you, something twisted inside him as he watched you fail that first time. His heart clenched, eyes fixed on the timer ticking down faster than he could stand.

As much of a bastard as he was, he wasn’t ready for you to die.

Not like this.

When you finally cleared it, he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.

He hated how much he still cared.

You left your group and thanked them you wanted to be alone because it felt more comfortable.You waited for the others to finish 

the numbers being called on the speakers as they fall dead.

You just wanted to leave. This place—it was tearing at your mind, unraveling your sanity thread by thread. Every game, every scream, every silent stare chipped away at you. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. You watched him

Namgyu, walking out with his group, a smug smile stretched across his face. Carefree. Untouched. You watched him laugh like he belonged

here, like this chaos was a game to him. And it hit you again—he hadn't changed. Of course he hadn't. You remembered all too well the way he used to be when he was high, the way his eyes would glaze over as if pain didn’t exist. That same look was on him now.

Your body ached as you laid down, one hand resting on your belly.

It was all still there—the past, the selfishness, the pain. This child growing inside you was innocent, but your heart carried the weight of everything you’d been through. You closed your eyes, trying to hold it together.

What made it worse was the baby. The constant kicking, sharp and relentless, like your body was no longer your own. Each movement pressed against you in ways that didn’t feel gentle or magical—it just hurt.

You clenched your jaw, a silent groan slipping through your teeth as you shifted positions, hoping for relief that didn’t come. It wasn’t just physical—it was everything. The pain, the pressure, the fear of what was coming, and what had already passed.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, one hand instinctively cradling your belly.

"I'm trying," you whispered, barely audible. You weren’t sure if you were talking to the baby—or to yourself.

namgyu couldn’t help but watch you every move you made he stared more.He noticed the pain you were in.If it wasn’t for his past he probably would’ve been there.

He couldn’t watch any longer.

“Hey, where you going?” Thanos called out, still joking around with Min Su.

“Somewhere,” Namgyu muttered, brushing him off as he stood up. His steps were uneven, the drugs still fogging his mind, but his body moved with a strange urgency—toward you.

You barely registered him at first until his voice broke the silence. “Are you alright?” he asked, his tone unsteady. Nervous. Unfamiliar.

You didn’t look at him. “Just leave me alone,” you said quietly, your voice cold, distant.

He paused, visibly thrown off. His emotions shifted too fast—frustration bubbling beneath the surface as his pride kicked in.

“Look, I was just tryna be nice,” he snapped, though his voice faltered at the end. He glanced down at you, eyes trying to read your face, your body, your silence.

“Okay—bye,” you said flatly, not even turning toward him.

But then he opened his mouth again, and what came out made your blood boil.

“No,” he muttered, bitterness in every word. “It’s not my fault you got knocked up by some random guy.”

You froze.

He took a step closer, like he wanted a reaction—but he got more than he bargained for.

You sat up slowly, steadying yourself. Your stare locked onto his, hard and unwavering.

“I wish it was some random guy,” you said, your voice low but sharp enough to cut. “Because maybe he would’ve been a better father than you ever could be.”

His face twitched, scrunching with that mix of guilt and rage he never learned to handle. But for once, you didn’t back down “you—little bitch.”he muttered to himself he grabbed your wrist “I'm trying to help you alright?With out me you probably would die here.”He said as he kept his hand on you as you tried to pull away this time “I’m not letting you go.”he said as he closed in on you.

He grabbed your wrist.

His grip was too tight, like he had something to prove.

"I'm trying to help you, alright?" he hissed, his voice low but desperate, laced with a twisted sincerity. "Without me, you’d probably be dead here."

You yanked your arm, trying to break free, but he held on, his fingers digging into your skin.

“I’m not letting you go,” he muttered, stepping closer.

His breath hit your face. His eyes didn’t look concerned—they looked possessive. That look—the one you’d seen before, the one that always came before he twisted the narrative, made you feel crazy, small, trapped.

This wasn’t help. This wasn’t care.

It was control. Obsession.

You felt the tears before you even realized you were crying.

They slipped down your cheeks, uninvited.The weight of everything—your body, the fear, the past, him—crashed into you all at once. The pregnancy hormones didn’t help they amplified it, made it impossible to swallow the emotion or shove it down like you used to.

Your breath hitched.

And that’s when his hand changed. He let go of your wrist—finally—and raised it gently to your cheek. His thumb wiped away a tear, slow and strangely tender.

His eyes softened.

For a second, he looked almost human again. Almost like the boy you used to believe in, before the lies, before the manipulation, before the cruelty hollowed him out.

But that softness was the most dangerous part of him.

Because it made you hesitate. It made you question what you knew: that this wasn’t love. That this was a cycle. That his hands, even gentle now, had held you down in more ways than one.

Stop—crying,” he muttered, his voice tight with frustration.

You closed your eyes, trying to breathe, trying to calm the storm inside you. But the tears wouldn’t stop. They just kept coming, uncontrollable, spilling down your face no matter how hard you tried to hold them back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his tone softer now—but it wasn’t comforting. “But you know you’re the one making me like this.”

Blame dressed as remorse.

the sting of his touch still on your cheek. Even as the tears poured, even as you were crumbling inside. “Please stop,namgyu.”You wanted him to let go and leave.

“Why?” he snapped, his voice cracking under the weight of something messy—anger, desperation, the drugs twisting his logic.

“So you could be alone with the baby?” His breath was unsteady, the edge of a slur creeping in. “Maybe I wanna be a part of it too.”

Before you could move, his other hand dropped to your stomach, resting there with an almost forced gentleness. It made your skin crawl.

“How could you do this to me?” he muttered, his voice thick and broken, not from sadness—but from entitlement. From the twisted belief that he was the one betrayed.

You stared at him, stunned. The sheer absurdity of it all knocked the wind out of you. You had been the one abandoned.

You had cried yourself to sleep night after night. Youwere carrying the consequences of everything he left behind.

“You left. You chose to leave. And now you want to be part of something you didn’t even care enough to ask about?” You said pushing his hand off of you.Backing off of the bed “you need help namgyu.”as you walked off.

He stared watching you leave him.It hurt but what could he do infront of everyone.If it was just you and him he probably would’ve chased you for hours.

You laid down on a different bunk this time only had 2 people on it.They seemed to welcome you due to your pregnancy 

Waiting for another cycle to repeat as the another game was starting putting you in danger again.Not only were you stuck with a man who can’t accept his mistakes also stuck with a child.

a huff came out as you waited for people to gather you didn’t wanna do this anymore wishing you stayed home and if you didn’t make it you hoped the baby could.

If life wasn’t good to you atleast you hoped it was to the baby.As you walked with everyone upstairs as it took a while to make it.

Making it into a room with a platform an it.You didn’t understand the situation as it could be the end.The feeling of being stuck made you sick.

mingle

Everyone getting on as the platform was big enough to fit all of us.

I felt the stop “4 players.” I looked around as everyone gather to find someone.This was gonna be hard as no one you knew here 

You felt yourself move as you looked it was the girl you saw before with a group of three. She closed the door as you come in “Are you okay?”She worried “I hope I didn’t pull you do hard.”She said as looked at you 

“No,it’s fine but thank you so much.”you couldn’t thank her enough as she was a kind soul. You waited to get out.

Few rounds as you heard “2” This time not much was left as you stayed still.Seeing no one coming you just accepted it as death seemed better than being alive here.

Moving. You were still moving—your legs, your breath, everything in motion—but your mind wasn’t. It felt like the world had blurred, and you hadn’t even looked up until someone grabbed you, pulling you to safety in a rush of footsteps and urgency.

“I’m sorry—are you alright?” a voice said, breathless but warm.

You blinked up to see him—Myung Gi—his brows knit with concern as he stepped closer.

“I saw you just standing there. I couldn’t help it—I had to come,” he added nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” you breathed out. “I thought— I thought it was the end for me. I’m glad you found me.”

Without thinking, you leaned in and hugged him.

He froze for a second—surprised—but then wrapped his arms around you, even tighter than you expected. It wasn’t just a reflex; it felt like he needed it, too.

You reminded him of someone.

Someone he couldn’t save.

“Oh—sorry,” he said quickly, pulling back a little. “I didn’t mean to squeeze that hard. Did I hurt your stomach?”

He looked down, suddenly cautious, his hands lifting like he was afraid to even touch you again. “Don’t worry,I’m alright like always.”You smiled as you left with him.

You both headed back together the kindness of his actions made you befriend him.

Another voting had happened this time you had another person join you.As you walked to press red as stood back you watched myung gi do the same thing.

As you both sat on the bed.You asked him a few questions on why he was here what was his situation.

But you calmed down when you realized he wasn’t to comfortable “sorry I’m just happy I have someone to be on my side.”You crossed your legs together. “really?Me too.”he chuckled 

“I’m gonna use the restroom,I’ll be back.”he got up and walked off to the restroom.You had a bad feeling as you saw namgyu and thanos walk in as soon as he did.

You waited for what felt like hours before you heard the speaker go off saying that people had died but that made no sense.

The games haven’t started.

It worried you more what if they did something to him.All you could do was wait as you saw him walk out.

”thank god, I thought something bad happened.”You calmed down as he felt more off “yeah—“he sat down on his bed.

"He's the one who killed him!"

"No, you were on that side! Don't lie!"

The voices escalated, rough and panicked, echoing through the cold, concrete walls. One argument turned into many. People began to rise from their beds, counting others on their teams, whispering to allies, narrowing their eyes at strangers.

Fear twisted in your gut.

You could feel it—something shifting, breaking.

Whispers turned to plans.

Some of them were going to team up. Overthrow the guards. Start chaos.

You wanted no part of it.

And then—

Lights out.

Darkness fell like a curtain, and so did the silence—only for a breath. Then the screaming began.

You didn’t climb into your bed like the others. You crouched behind it, your back pressed to the cold metal frame, hands over your stomach, barely breathing.

The sounds were horrifying.

[Name], there you are.”

You froze.

Namgyu wrapped his arms around you before you could react, pulling you into him with a force that was more desperate than comforting.

You stood stiff in his embrace, heart racing, eyes scanning the room in disbelief. You hadn’t seen him during the chaos. You thought maybe he’d stayed clear—or maybe he hadn’t made it.

“I thought something happened to you,” he murmured into your hair, his breath shaky.

That’s when you felt it—his hands trembling against your back. And when you pulled away just enough to look at him, your stomach turned.

There was blood on him. A lot more than before.

His shirt was stained, splattered. His hands smeared red, knuckles bruised and raw. It wasn’t all his.

“Are you—and the baby okay?” he asked, voice gentler than you'd heard in a long time. Almost toogentle. There was something strange in his expression—like concern wrapped in something darker. Relief, maybe. Or obsession.

He looked at you like you were the last thing left in the world that mattered. “Yeah—“Your eyes lowered as you were thinking

His hand rested gently on your stomach as he laid beside you, closer than you ever thought you’d allow him again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice thick with something you couldn’t quite name—regret, maybe, or guilt trying to pretend it had a soul. “I just—I wanna make it up to you.”

You turned your head slowly, staring at him, unsure if you heard him right. His eyes were softer now, almost boyish in the dim light—like

he wasn’t the same person who left bruises behind, who disappeared when you needed him.

“—What?” you asked, your voice quiet but sharp, suspicious.

He met your gaze, but his hand stayed where it was—steady, possessive, protective. Too many things at once.

“I know I fucked up,” he said. “But I’ve been thinking— maybe this place is giving me a second chance. To be there. For you. For the baby.”You hadn’t been thinking about this—at least not now, not like this. But the moment was heavy with everything left unsaid, everything broken and still somehow lingering between you.

He leaned in, his lips brushing yours with surprising gentleness. It wasn’t urgent or aggressive like before. It was careful. Measured. As though he was afraid you’d vanish if he moved too quickly.

You let him kiss you.

Your eyes fluttered closed, not because you were swept away—but because your heart was tired. And in this strange silence, in this violent place, he was something familiar—even if familiarity had once meant pain.

“I miss you.”

[nayleeie]

needed me

Pairing-Myunggi x fem’reader/brief namgyu x fem’reader warning-substance use.+18.language.breeding kink Your name was known around the city for being a pornstar,as for a curvy body,ethereal features,and puppy face.That sweet facade was carefully constructed—pure illusion hiding something darker.Your act was deeply displayed on a video screen while being watched by millions.Viewers offered monetary tips in exchange for sexually suggestive content during the live chat

what they didn’t know is that you could see their government name.Those worth less misogynistic men begging for lewd.It put disgust on your face,Your face scrunched,Disgust rippled through your face, tightening your mouth and wrinkling your nose.before you got on a skintight lingerie was waiting as you slipped it on with latex.rose lace lined strapping covered with a sweater and sweatpants you clicked the button as the stream light up.

Caption -Each 26,987 won sent I take off a piece of clothing.

The stream had 40k viewers, all locked in, faces glued to their screens as time dragged on. A few minutes passed, then the first $20 popped up in the chat, followed by $100—more and more, like they were waiting for something to happen. ‘Are you guys ready?’ The words dripped from your lips, low and teasing.

The chat flooded with your face and hearts, a cascade of pixels as clothes slid off like frozen layers, leaving nothing but bare skin beneath.Money was all you wanted all you needed

Living in riches and wealth you were stuck in a house never wanted to leave your comfort spot.You felt wanted for once that’s why you did it though guilt hit like a river did you really wanna do this?

I mean you couldn’t go back now everyone had already known your soul,body,and face your skin exposed around the world.In the industry for the big dollar checks that pilled easily like water.

That was until, one day, your phone buzzed—a notification flashing across the screen.

Amount withdrawn-70,729,360 won from yesterday at 11:34 pm

Staring at the screen, your heart dropped. 418,935 won. That’s all that was left.your mind raced, trying to make sense of it. “How could this happen? I’d just checked last week, and everything seemed fine!”My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the transaction history, hoping it was some mistake, some glitch. But no, there it was—several large, unfamiliar withdrawals. How could someone do this to me?

I went to message and a immediately texted my bestfriend

You-Met me at the station we need to talk about something important 

Han-Why what happened?

You-please met me at —— station.Can you do that for me?

han-Alright but give me five minutes.Ill be there soon.

I quickly tapped the screen to close the banking app, my hands still unsteady. The weight of what I'd seen felt like a lead weight pressing against my chest. My thoughts spiraled, each more unsettling than the last. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the person responsible might not be a stranger.You grabbed your handbag and headed straight to the door forcefully opening it then ran to the car as your mind was rushing with adrenaline.

You possibly lost everything that money left wasn’t enough to pay off your rent,or expenses.On the road your phone spammed with messages from Ye Joon.You just kept speeding to the station as you parked near by it.

You came here because your friend lived nearby he was only a mile away but you rather be here comforted by the people passing by.As the wind blew into the open station of deagu an unfamiliar presence was near.As someone sat next to you in the station.

A man who had a suitcase sitting on his lap,His dark features and sinister appearance. “Wanna play a game.”He said as he smiled.A wash of curiosity hit along with an eerie felling sensation. “Uh,Is there a reward for it?”You felt bad but in your now state something needed to be given. “Yes,money but you give me something in return if you fail.”He looked at you still holding his smile.

Like what?” you asked, your voice sharp but uncertain.The response came slowly, deliberately—words heavy with implication.“Your body.”The phrase brushed past you like a cold wind,You barely had time to process it before the next line followed“You’re gonna have to pay for that, you know.”it tension between you guys was awkward and silent “I mean I get to slap you.”He looked at you questionably “oh,okay then let’s start!”

A few rounds of ddakji had already been played, the sharp smack of paper hitting the ground filling the air. You'd only managed to win twice As he took victory you closed your eyes waiting for a hit to land on your face.

”here.”You have you a business card that had 3 weird looking shape that caught your eye.Before you could thank him as you looked up he was already gone. “Weirdo.”

”Y/n!”You look straight to see your best friend run towards you. “So what happened,I’ve been texting you….”He gave you an annoying look as he crossed his arms “So..?”The look of embarrassment washed over you

“So…um someone broke into my account and took thousands of dollars.”His expression changed as his brows raised with a worried look “Did you call the bank?Hello,why are you just standing there!?”He yelled at you for not immediately canceling your card and calling corporate. 

“I can’t just call them—my account’s illegally registered, remember?” you snapped, irritation flickering across your face. “If I do, I could be arrested for fraud.”He didn’t respond—didn’t need to. He already knew all of this. That’s what made it worse. The look on your face said it all he eyed you down for a second “right..”

He changed the topic and asked if you wanted to go out to get something to eat to smooth your mind. “No thanks.”You left to go get inside your car as you went home  thoughts started flooding your mind.That guy with the suitcase why did he come up to you.

That’s how you ended up here as the doors opened to reveal a room that was filled with bunk bed with levels of stairs.A 2 bathrooms that spilt up the boys and girl.

You walked away from everyone to find your own spot in the back.The room had lit up with a screen that display people’s faces and their debt you felt your heart in your stomach as that familiar face came on it was you.

Y/n-Owes 40,805,400 won 

Great now people knew you were here the whisper filled the room as you tried to hide from the crowd

soon shoved into a crowded room by a guard, the door slamming shut behind you. Hundreds of people filled the space, their eyes flicking toward you before quickly looking away. The air was thick with tension, heavy and suffocating.As everyone was waiting in line to get there picture taken the uneasy feeling hit you. 

“Everyone, it’s Thanos the rapper!” a lanky boy shouted, his voice high with excitement as he rushed toward the so-called celebrity.

All eyes turned.

Standing at the center was a figure hard to miss—tall, confident, with wild, spiky purple hair that practically glowed under the harsh fluorescent lights. He barely reacted to the attention, used to the spotlight. But it wasn’t just him that drew stares.

Behind him stood another boy, shorter, with a sleek bob haircut and a twisted grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was something unsettling about him—something cruel just beneath the surface. While the crowd buzzed around Thanos, it was the boy behind him who watched in silence… and made your skin crawl.

They tried to take a picture together until the guard told them all off “one at a time.”The purple boy pushed everyone away as he posed for a picture so unserious as he looked silly. “What are you waiting for.”One of the guards looked at you waiting for you to move as you were stuck in a trance “I’m sorry,bitch”you mumble under your breathe so low they couldn’t hear as you walked in the booth and took your picture.

smile

Your face remind the same,no smile in sight though you walked to the door and waited as everyone finished their business.You were surprised no one recognizing your face due to the unwanted reputation you had around the world.You consciously stood behind going to avoid attention.As the doors creaked open, an elderly man suddenly bolted into the room, his face pale and drenched in sweat.

“Stop—everyone, don’t move!” he shouted, his voice cracking with urgency. “I’ve played these games before. If you move… you’ll die!”The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of his words sinking in like ice water. His eyes darted around, wild with fear—not just warning them, but begging them to listen.Everyone stopped as a doll like girl started singing as lights went red.

”don’t move.”he said worried until you shot was heard in the distance a girl was shot in the face as her blood dripped.A crowd starting moving as people were in a panic,adrenaline rush hit them.No one knew were to go but a lot were gunned down due to move.

In a state of shock and fear you didn’t move but listened closely to wait the man said as he continued on telling us the rules as we moved.

Your last step taken as you finished in time.The timer was rushing the elders as a man tripped a girl who was beauty and tall along with a big muscular saved him along with the elderly man who told the rules earlier.You stood infront of them as blood got on your face and clothes when they shot the man’s head.

A wave of fear and revulsion surged through you as you quickly wiped it off with the sleeve of your tracksuit. Your stomach churned at the sensation.The blood though stuck to your clothes as you looked at the girl and man as they got off.

We were all forced back into that room after seeing the death of people blood everywhere stuck in your vision.As everyone gathered a vote set was made.

Blue-stay Red-home

It wasn’t worth it—staying here, risking your life for money that was barely more than a distant, billion-to-one chance. You lowered your gaze as the others began to line up, the tension in the room thick and silent. Regret settled heavily in your chest. Around you, one by one, people pressed the bright button most of them choosing the same thing you wanted. To go home,escape,and survive.

number 190 

that was you as your steps were heard across the room some people whispered and glared at you.Raising your hand to the red button as the guard gave you the sticker a wash of relief calm you down.As you watched everyone make their decision.

182/183

Blue had won. The cries of the red team echoed through the room—raw, broken, full of disbelief.

You didn’t cry, but the urge clawed at your throat. The weight of it all pressed down on you—the risk, the fear, the reality that your life was truly on the line in this place. And for a moment, you wondered if surviving was just another kind of losing.

Everyone dispersed to their place you felt eyes on you as you walked to your spot and sat down.observing people around someone did catch your attention.This boy with a lucky number 333 his face was emotionless as he eat his food not realizing someone watching.

He had delicate, almost feminine features—soft skin and large, doe-like eyes that blinked slowly as he ate, completely unaware of the danger creeping closer. There was an innocence to him, a quiet calm, But you weren’t the only one watching him.As you saw the purple boy and his partner follow behind.

I watched as the guy forcefully flipped his bento straight into his own face, rice and sauce splattering across his cheeks. Before he could even wipe it off, the bob-haired boy burst into laughter, his mockery sharp and theatrical.I got up and moved towards them before it got physical “Stop,why are you doing that.”I said as I blocked off the boy from the both of them.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see you in person," the purple-haired boy said, eyeing you with a lazy grin. "You look even better than you do on stream."

His smirk deepened, voice dropping into something more mocking."So tell me—do I get to fuck you for free , or is there a price tag?" he laughed, loud and shameless.Frustration built in you “I would rather fuck a dead animal than you.”He put his hand on his hips before he could say anything.

The guy he threw food on lashed out punching him But before he could land another hit, the other friend jumped in, and together they ganged up on him I didn’t know what to do but froze as they fought on the ground. “Stop it.”An old man jumped in with a serious expression. “Go home to your kids old man.”The purple boy said as he pointed away.Before he could get close the elderly man grabbed him making him plant on the ground.

His friend stopped and got up the fend for him but was also put down.You looked back at guy who had food on him and helped him up. “I’m really sorry about that.”You smiled gently at him.He looked up, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he stood. “No, it’s fine. Those guys are just assholes,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at them. I could feel the intensity of his hatred radiating off him, but I couldn’t help wondering—why did they provoke such a deep resentment in him? “What’s your name?”you asked “myung gi.”he had a big bruise on his face due to the fight “what about you.”He was still calm after that “it’s y/n.”

After that they both walked off giving a glare at us.I ignored it “Why do they hate you so much?”I questioned the curiosity of the situation waved me.He looked down and huffed maybe he didn’t feel comfortable saying “Oh,sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”you said a bit embarrassed “It’s not that,uh just I did a bad things to people.”He still didn’t look at me he just sat there. “It’s alright probably not as worst as my situation.”You tried to make him feel better.

“What about your situation?” He looked up, waiting for your lips to move you glanced around nervously, swallowing hard before finally admitting, “Well… uh, I’m a porn star.” The words hung in the air, making the moment instantly awkward.It took him a minute to process it he was trying not to seem rude “Is that what thanos was talking about?”He looked at you “Yeah,I’m guessing his ass is a fan.”I rolled my eyes and he laughed at it “He seems like a porn addict.Probably one of those weird guys.”He scoff and look down at his hand as he laid down. 

“I mean you’re not disappointed?”He turned back “No,I’m guessing it was a survival tactic.”He was wrong but you went along with it “Yeah,I was just struggling in the moment…”You sat down on the bed next to his bed.“Do you know his other friend?” you asked cautiously. He paused for a moment, eyes narrowing as he searched his memory. “Yeah, I remember Namgyu,” he said slowly, his voice carrying a hint of distaste. That was the guy with the messy bob haircut—the one whose gaze always seemed to linger on you with quiet suspicion. There was something about him that didn’t sit right, a subtle but unmistakable tension whenever he was around.

I cut the conversation off and just laid on the bed with the covers over me.I faced away from him though I did feel a bit of comfort knowing someone didn’t make fun of you for your past.The lights out as the room was cold and silent it was killing you.The needy feeling of leaving this place felt far.As you closed your eyes to sleep

lights on 

You woke with a start as someone shook you gently.“M—what?” you murmured, still groggy. “It’s time for the new challenge.”You rolled over and look up to see myung gi hovering over you. “Do you know the challenge?”You stared at him “No,but I heard from a guy it was shape something like that.”He backed up as you pushed off the cover from you.

Then a bunch of guards came to escort you guys to the new room.The walk was long but once you came in a room filled with rainbow was shown “that’s cute.”said softly as you looked around. A speaker came on reading you the instructions on how to play.6 players needed for the game.You and myung gi both teamed up together along a few people.

As the rounds went on you saw this girl who was in a team full of boys.She held her stomach as she walked.You wonder if she was pregnant the sadness of the situation,being here carrying human life. “I feel bad for her.”You look at myung gi he didn’t say anything his face was stone cold. “Is something wrong?”he stood still and quiet “Yea..”He looked away from the crowd “okay?”You knew something bugged him was it that girl?Did he want her or something happened between them.

You guys were next as the game went on the finish line was near as you finished your part.The timer a lot hitting its end when you guys passed.You were thrilled to see another day, but the moment Myung Gi ran up and wrapped his arms around you was something entirely new. It was the very first time you felt his touch—a physical connection that had never happened before. For some reason, his embrace felt comforting, warm, and unexpectedly good. His arms tightened gently around your waist, anchoring you in that simple yet profound hug.

”we did it.”You smiled as your eyes stared in his soul his face soften as he let go of you.Then walked out together going into your spot.The room was quiet as you walked with him you noticed the girl again she stared at both of you then looked away when you took notice.

The curiosity of you was heavy because why was she looking and why didn’t he speak up about her?As you sat down you he said “I’ll be back I’m going to the restroom.”you didn’t look at him “alright..”you watched as he turned his back to walk away his presence getting distance.

Though another presence appeared it wasn’t myung gi”Bambi.”You recognize that it was your Internet name that you used to describe your government name.The name—blunt, explicit, like something torn straight from the front page of a porn site—sent a jolt of discomfort through you. It freaked you out, made your skin crawl. Your guard shot up instantly.

“What do you want?” you snapped, voice sharp with anger, the words cutting through the tension like a blade.Then came the presence of Namgyu — calm, almost too calm."Is it a crime I just wanted to see you," he said smoothly, his voice low and deliberate, each word pulling you in like a slow-moving current.He stepped closer,

the air around him shifting, heavy with something unspoken.

You took a small step back, eyes narrowing. "What are you really here for?"You already had a good idea. The look on his face wasn't one of innocence — it was laced with something darker. Sinister. Like he was enjoying a game only he understood."I mean, you are a porn star after all. Care for an exchange?" Namgyu said, his voice laced with a teasing edge.Your eyes narrowed. "What do you have to offer?" you shot back, your tone cold and unflinching.

You crossed your arms over your chest, your glare sharp and unwavering, daring him to answer. His smirk deepened “drugs.”He said waiting for my answer “I don’t know….”I mean come on you aren’t serious with anyone but myung gi would be upset seeing you with the guy he hatred.

Your just doing your job.Drugs were the only thing calming you down. “What kind?”your stare softened as his lips moved “Molly,maybe?there just colorful,dangerous drugs.” Time was running out.The words stuck to you “okay,but don’t tell anyone..”

Your finally decision as you walked picking up the paste into the girls restroom making sure no one saw you pull him in.Namgyu rushed you in to stall.

The humid air filled you both as you went it for a long kiss.He pulled in as his tongue was waiting for your entrance,Tongue tied together with heavy breathing.You unzipped your sweater.His breath hitched the moment your hands slid beneath his clothes, a low groan escaping before he could stop it. Heat flickered in his eyes, sharp and warning. When he reached behind you and unhooked your bra with practiced ease, he didn’t look away—he stared you down, jaw tense, gaze heavy with something between challenge and desire. It wasn’t a request. It was a silent dare.

Breast round and perky keeping him in a trance as he held you tight to were both of your bodies touched and submerged.His hands on your chest one stuck to your nipple as he played around with it.His mouth tongued the other.Your soft moans echoed as no one was here just empty filled with lust.

Your fingers slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, slow and deliberate, teasing over warm skin as you began to ease them down. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, breath catching in his throat as the fabric slipped lower, inch by inch.His cock was exposed the sexual tension made it swollen.

His back to the stall door as you went down slowly grabbing it and stroking it.His moans we’re quiet but the faster you went the louder they became.his hand now on your hair tightly as you opened your mouth on his cock. “Fuck—you slut.”

His hot dripping cum over your face.He looked down at you.Your face was covered with part of his body when you heard him breathe out, “hurry..” The word was strained, aching with need.

You lifted your head, meeting his eyes for a heartbeat before standing. Without breaking that gaze, you slipped out of your sweats, then slid your panties down, letting them fall to the floor.He grabbed your thigh lifting it on to his shoulder.Then entering his cock into your body as you felt the connection.

You sank down onto him slowly, drawing in a sharp breath as your bodies joined. The moment was more than physical—it was electric, intimate, like your souls were reaching for each other through the heat and tension. Every inch pulled you deeper into him, not just in body, but in something unspoken and real.

”namgyu—“He was rough but quick the wildiness in his thrust as he breathed.His hand on your face of your cheek he Caressed soften.The look in his eyes sent you away as the humid air filled you guys

The air in the room was thick with heat and want, every movement charged with unspoken need. Your bodies spoke louder than words—gripping, grinding, giving in. The rhythm built, deeper, harder, until your legs began to tremble beneath you, the overwhelming pleasure making it hard to breathe. You were completely lost in him, in the raw, consuming force of it all.

sexual satisfaction. 

His body slowed down as his cum traveled to you.The liquid running out of you as he pulled out his cock was twitching and trembling.As you held your head back no words spoken the silence comsumed the both of you.

He gently lowered your leg, guiding you down onto him, but the hunger in his eyes hadn’t eased. His mouth still burned with need. Without a word, he dipped his head, lips trailing down until they found your skin again—hot, open, aching to taste more of you.His lip touched your pussy licking his semen from it.

His tongue pushed into you with purpose, and your fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him closer, deeper. He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core. The heat of his mouth sent shudders up your spine, pleasure blooming fast and sharp. When he looked up, his eyes were dark—blazing with lust—as he held your legs wide with both hands, keeping you open, exposed, and his.

Your thighs tigthen between him as he came to a stop.The other bathroom door opened as a girl entered.

Time hit you.How long has it Been?

myung gi.

Guilt hit you but the lust washed you the tension,sexual satisfaction,and sensation.You pulled away from Namgyu, both of you breathless, the weight of reality settling between the heat. His eyes met yours—knowing, reluctant. “Time’s up?” he asked with a crooked smirk, though his voice held a trace of something softer. You didn’t answer right away, just reached for your clothes, trying to ignore how his gaze still lingered like a touch.

As you pulled your sweater over you namgyu was already finished but now he had to leave somehow no one could notice you. “follow me when I say go.”he gave a glare “alright noona.”he chuckled as you rolled your eyes fun was over.  You slipped out, eyes scanning the empty space—no one in sight. “Go,” you hissed, throwing the stall door open as he rushed out behind you. “Hurry up.” His voice was low, urgent, matching the pounding in your chest. He was moving fast, but so were you—every second stretched thin with adrenaline and need. 

As the door opened you only saw the pregnant girl as she stared.Only she could see you and namgyu as you turned back to him.He already left over to his friends the relief washed over you.

You had to find myung gi as you walked around back to your spot.He had came out of the bathroom along with a group of guys.

”myung gi?”He was mad something was bugging him. “Yea?”He tried to stay calm as he knew not to worry you.

“What happened?” you didn’t ask—you demanded. If there was no communication, nothing would get done, and you both knew it. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair as he slumped into the seat. “Just that purple freak,” he muttered, frustration edging his voice. His face was worn, eyes dim with exhaustion, like the weight of everything was finally starting to show. “Don’t let him get to you.Thats just stupid.”You scolded him to keep going if he gave up you would too. “If you do he because wins,physical and mentally.”you say next to him “I know.”He’s words are short and dumb.

You wish you could build a stronger bond with him but didn’t know how to start.Everytime something bad happened you guys ending up on square one again.

”what are you thinking about.”He saw you staring for awhile.As you looked away, your voice dropped, softer now. “You.” The single word hung between you, heavy and vulnerable. His eyes stayed locked on you, unmoving—like he was caught in the gravity of what you’d just said.“What about me?” he asked, his voice quiet, but laced with something deeper. Like he already knew the answer, but needed to hear it from you.

Nothing,” you said quickly, too quickly. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship over something that felt so small—so fragile when said out loud. Silence settled between you as you leaned back beside him, heart pounding.

But he didn’t buy it. Maybe it wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear—because his eyes stayed on you, sharp and searching, and his voice cut through the quiet.“Don’t do that,” he said.He was pushing—not with anger, but with need. As if the silence itself hurt more than the truth would.

”I just think time is moving slow—so are we myung gi.”Your words hit him hard in his mind it meant something. “I—Yeah I think that too—but what do you mean?”He knew what you meant just asking dum so he could hear it from you.

”I like you myung gi.”The words slipped out before you could second-guess them, the drugs dulling your filter but not your feelings.“Your beauty is different from other so is your mindset—I like that.” Hes eyes widen as he tried to find words “[name] Do you know what you’re saying?”He questioned you before he could say his final words

”yes,myung gi.”time was running out the final decision needed to be made the final outcome. “I like you too,from the day I saw you.”He smiled as he looked at you “Are you sure?”

You were unsure about his statement “Are you sure you wanna be with someone like me?Does my job not bug you—“Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours—soft, sudden, silencing. The kiss was gentle but sure, cutting through the noise in your head. His mouth tasted warm, smooth, almost creamy, and everything about it felt like something you didn’t know you’d been craving until now.

You sank into his kiss, losing yourself in the way his lips moved with yours—slow, deep, and full of something real. The world faded, leaving only the heat between you. His hands, your breath, the press of your bodies—it all sparked with warmth that wasn’t just physical. It was something deeper, something undeniable. The love, unspoken but felt, burned quietly between every touch.

Before you guys could continue the light shut off scaring you out of the kiss. “S-Sorry—“your words suffering no one has made you feel this why not even namgyu.Myung gi was gentle while namgyu was rough.As you thought about you remembered the drugs you had from earlier. “Is something wrong?”Myung gi looked at you as you were stuck. “Yeah I’m just tired sorry.”You didn’t want it to end but you needed it too.

”just go to sleep.”He said what you liked was that he didn’t force himself on you.But what you didn’t knew was that you weren’t the only one getting pregnant by him.

He went to lay in his own bed next to you.It gave space between you as you waited the next night.

lights on

Another day this time you were awake earlier than him as he was still sleeping.His soft snoring being heard you didn’t wanna wait for him.But it gave you time to slip into your pockets as you took out a pill from namgyu.

You hesitated for a second, wondering just how bad it could really be. Curiosity—or maybe something deeper—pushed you forward. Your fingers closed around the pill, and without another thought, you slipped it past your lips. It hit your tongue, bitter and chalky,

before you swallowed it down, the weight of the choice settling in your chest just as fast.You sat down waiting for it to kick in as you saw myung gi roll over facing you

”wake up.”You said staying in the same place.He didn’t move not a muscle guess he was to out of it.You decided to sit next him “myung gi.”you keep repeating it. “yes—“He was not in the mood but the next game was starting “hurry up the game is starting.”That made him move as he understood the situation.

”I don’t wanna don’t this.”You said as you guys followed up the stairs “me nethier”myung gi groaned as the stairs felt like years.The guards took you to a room were a spinning cricle platform was placed.

You were all ordered to get on.You held myung gi hand as it moved. 4 players myungi took you along with 2 other people.As you guys had to wait in another room 

A number was said that started the beginning of heat between you and another player was 6 players were called you had already been in the room as myung gi took 5 players

guessing by the situation myung gi looked a player out as she cried “unnie”The girl from earlier in the game ran to the door myungi stopped her. “This is your fault!”They started arguing.

You looked around at all the players faces to see her the pregnant girl but you guessed her name was Jun bee by what the others called her.She just avoided your glaze.

Then the doors unlocked as they left she bumped into giving him a death stare.

Myung gi was just silent as you both left the tension was awkward as he was probably embarrassed from the situation.You didn’t talked as the silent was both consuming you.

You waited for him to say something—anything—as the two of you walked in silence toward the beds. Finally, he spoke, voice low and uncertain.

“I’m sorry… about that.”

It was the only thing he managed to say.You didn’t look at him not only that but the drugs made you emotional and opening. “who’s she?”you said trying to stay woke.As your body felt slow it was hiting deep your breathe was picking up fast as you waited “who.”He looked at you acting dumb.That angered you you couldn’t control your feelings “Stop it, Myung Gi—who’s Jun Bee?” you demanded, your voice trembling as you pulled the covers tighter around yourself. The drugs in your system blurred reality, twisting everything into something raw and overwhelming.

“I… she’s just someone I used to be with,” he said, his words measured but uneasy.His answer hit you harder than you expected—another girl? Your mind raced, piecing together fragmented thoughts, and then it hit like a gut punch: She’s pregnant.

The realization burned, the question forming in your mind before you could stop it. Was he selfish enough to leave her like that? To leave her carrying his child while he moved on?

The weight of it made it hard to breathe, harder still to keep the swirl of emotions from consuming you.

”But it’s not what you think,please.”He looked at you begging it not think of it like that as he touched your cheek his hand caressing you.

”I don’t know about this anymore myung gi.”The words hit him hard he couldn’t let you leave.But why are you only coming at him only?You did something with another man the man he hatred the one that almost killed him.Stop being a hypocrite

You froze. Didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He stepped closer, eyes locked on yours.

“Wait. Listen to me,” he said, softer now, desperate.You stayed still—torn between guilt and grief—letting him speak, letting him unravel whatever was left between you.

His fingers brushed over your lips, slow and deliberate, silencing whatever you were about to say. Then he leaned in, his body towering over yours, closing the space between you.

Just the sight of him this close made your stomach twist—the weight of him, the heat, the presence. You were already melting beneath it. But the drugs in your system amplified everything—the rush, the sensitivity, the way even the lightest touch sent sparks through you.

His fingertips, barely grazing your skin, lit up something deeper—need, want, raw sexual tension that had been simmering beneath the surface. You didn’t need much. Just him. Just now. He covered yourself both with the blankets on the bed.

You weren’t thinking straight as your mind slowly losing yourself.He pulled off your sweater as you then unclipped the bra.The bouncing of your breast and skin sweat hit.

”your so much more.”His words deeply coming in you.His fingers traveled there way down to your sweatpants more under as his finger touched your pussy.It made you feel good as he brushed past.

He started to curl his fingers in you.The look on your face told him everything he needed to know.The spot he hit as the g spot awakes the feeling of love and juice

You moaned as he kissed you covering it.His eyes were locked on you—on your body—with a hunger that made your breath hitch. He closed the distance fast, his pace quickening, movements strong and deliberate, like the air itself had thickened around you, charged with heat. His breath came fast, matching yours, every motion syncing between you like instinct.

You grabbed him, pulling him down with you, your legs wrapping around his waist in one fluid motion. The urgency between you spiked as he tugged down his sweats—yours following just as quickly, no hesitation, no pause. Just raw need and the electric pull that neither of you could resist.Your pussy poured its juices out as you put looked at him as eyes stuck now on your body.

His thick cock pressed against your entrance, teasing, dragging slowly as he lined himself up. The heat between your bodies pulsed with anticipation.

Then he eased in—gently, carefully—his breath catching the moment he sank into you.“Fuck—” he gasped, voice raw, barely holding it together.

He moved slow at first, every thrust measured, controlled, making sure you could take all of him without pain. His hands gripped your hips, grounding himself in the feel of you, in the way your body responded to his—tight, warm, and pulling him in deeper with every breath. “Myung gi.”You called out as your legs started shaking.The tension was thick keeping you both together. He drove deeper into you, his pace quickening with every thrust, like he couldn’t get close enough—couldn’t take enough of you. Your body rocked beneath him, your breasts moving with each motion, catching his eyes and pulling a groan from his throat.

His hand slid up, cupping one, kneading it with slow intensity before he bent down, still buried inside you. His mouth closed around your nipple, tongue flicking and circling before his teeth grazed it, gentle but deliberate. His other hand teased the opposite side, fingers skillful, unrelenting.

You gasped, back arching, completely undone. It was too much—but you didn’t want it to stop. Lust and love tangled inside you, blurring into something overwhelming, something that took over everything else.

He buried himself on to you.He started slowly down as he was close to finishing “hurry up—“last words you said as his hot liquid came inside you.His cum filling you up as you shaked. “Hu— I need you.”Myung gi said as he looked up at you his eyes stayed there.Your head was held back as you felt his cum traveling still.

Myung Gi pulled out slowly, his body slick with sweat, chest rising and falling as he hovered over you. Without a word, he shifted lower, gently moving your legs apart to make space.

Then he lowered his head.

His tongue flicked against your clit, slow at first—tasting you, tasting both of you. The mix only seemed to fuel him, his movements deliberate and hungry. He moaned softly against you, clearly enjoying every reaction your body gave.

You were still trembling, sensitive, caught in the aftershocks—but the tension hadn’t left. It simmered beneath your skin, your breath catching again as his mouth worked you open all over again. The drugs were wearing off, but not the feeling—not this moment. Everything else dulled, but the weight of him, the heat of what just happened, stayed sharp and real.

He lifted his head, then slowly laid down on top of you, his chest pressed against yours, breath still uneven. You glanced around, a flicker of panic tightening your chest—did anyone see? Hear?

But there was nothing. No one.

Then his voice cut through the quiet.

“You must be carrying my child,” he said, staring down at you, his gaze locked and unflinching.

There was no trace of hesitation in his voice—only certainty.