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Pairing : Yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : yandere themes ; basically a forced pregnancy ; late term pregnancy complications ; Minho is like, the worlds worst narcissist in this ; let me know if there's more ; Word Count : 6.9k A/N : The amount of research that I did for this one is crazy, but I also learned a lot so... building knowledge while writing fanfic is a plus! This request has been in my ask box for probably over a year and a half now, so... I hope that whoever requested it... I hope you enjoy! (Also, this was supposed to end WAY worse... But you all weren't ready to be sucker punched with sadness, so...) Request : Anonny : Pregnant with yandere leeknow/ yandere leeknow as dad Aaaangst

In The Beginning…

“Minho…” You called timidly from the bedroom, the way you called for him was about the same volume as when someone would talk regularly to a friend. When you spoke it was nothing more than a mouse-like whisper, always scared of what would happen if you raised your voice a little too much. Your doting boyfriend came into the bedroom, his hair tousled and wet from his shower, his eyes always seeming to carry a seductive look, dark and hungry for you at all times. “M-Minho…” You spoke his name again, this time more nervous now that he was standing in front of you.

A chuckle built in his chest as he sauntered over to you, water wrinkled fingers that were warmer from the hot water he had been standing under, trailed across your cheek, one finger slipping under your chin to tilt your head up as he towered over you. “Mm? What do you need, darling? Are you hungry? Thirsty? I know that last night was quite… exerting for you…” He teased, and you felt your body heat up at the mention of the sinful activities you had taken part in the night before.

“Uhm… n-no…” You stammered, blinking a few times as you seemed to lose your train of thought constantly when he was standing so close to you, looking at you as if you were a delicious meal that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “We… We didn’t use protection and… Usually you’d get me a… a plan B pill and… I just was wondering if you had gone and… and gotten it by now?” You were always so nervous around him, still not quite sure what made him tick. One second he was happy, or at least he seemed happy, and then the next he was going through an outburst that had you locking yourself in the bathroom until he came to the door apologizing and giving you the same spiel that he would never do it again. You hated when things got like that, you tried to avoid getting him to that point at all costs.

“I decided you don’t need it anymore.” Minho spoke nonchalantly, as if he was the one who could make that decision for you. Your mouth opened to protest, and he stared at you, waiting for you to say something, anything that would give him a reason to lash out. It’s like he wanted a reason, he wanted to go off on you, like he enjoyed seeing you scared, enjoyed being the hypocritical hero when he comforted you after making you cry. “Think about how wonderful it would be, to have a part of me growing inside of you… you’d be mine, all mine. You’ll never leave me…” His hands moved down to your stomach, as if there was already something in there. “I’ll pick up tests in about 2 weeks, I want to be right here when you take them and read the results.”

The First Signs…

Sitting at the dining room table, the chicken still in your mouth after you had taken a bite, an awful sensation washed over you. A sort of sickness that you couldn’t fight back, and an urge to throw up that you couldn’t breathe your way through as you usually would. “Mm’scuse me…” You mumbled through the palm of your hand that was clasped over your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you, not even bothering to lock it as your body practically folded over the toilet.

“Darling…” Minhos soft cooing from the other side of the door had goosebumps forming on your skin. When he cracked the door open, you could see a rather excited smile beginning to spread across his face. “Are you alright?” The juxtaposition of his expression and his words made your head reel. He looked too happy for someone who had just watched their girlfriend throw up all of their dinner. You nodded your head in response, making sure the contents of your stomach were cleared out before taking a few steps to the sink and washing your face and then rinsing your mouth out with water. “I thought you loved that chicken… Hmm, I wonder why it would make you sick all of a sudden…”

He stepped into the bathroom fully now that you were done being ill, the nausea seeming to be completely gone now, as if it hadn’t been there at all. You knew exactly what he was insinuating, and while it might seem that way, you weren’t ready to accept that it could be what he was thinking, you didn’t want to accept it. “I think they just changed the frying oil or something…” You excused, dabbing at your lips with a bit of toilet paper before exiting the bathroom, Minho right in tow. You couldn’t be pregnant, that would make him all the possessive, all the more obsessive and overbearing. You wouldn’t be able to ever leave, not that you were able to do that now anyway, but it would be so much worse. You probably wouldn’t even be able to look at the windows without him lecturing you. No… pregnancy wasn’t an option for you.

As you stood at the sink, getting a glass of water from the tap to wash out the taste, Minho stood behind you, his hands placed gently on your stomach. It was the softest he had ever touched you, but you knew that it wasn’t exactly for you, it was for the little demon spawn that he assumed was inside of you. “Does my baby not like the fried chicken? Hmm? Whatever you want, daddy will get it for you… As long as your mommy tells me.” How could he sound so sweet? It was gag inducing, how he pretended to be so caring when he was practically trying to hold you hostage using a potential child.

The next days were the same, the sudden nausea not even having the common courtesy to creep up on you, instead, hitting you full force, barely allotting you enough time to run to the bathroom or the trash bin to vomit. It didn’t matter what you ate, each day at the same exact time, it was always the same. You could see the light in Minhos eyes growing brighter each time it happened, but you were in denial, and you quite liked being in that state. You didn’t want to accept that there was a very real, very high possibility that you were now carrying his spawn. “I must be coming down with something…” You mumbled, resting your head in the palm of your hand, suddenly feeling exhausted, as if you hadn’t slept in days. It was another sign, another symptom, you knew that, but you hoped that Minho would overlook it.

“Well it has been 2 weeks, more than that actually, my darling.” The smile that he was was nothing short of sinister as he ran to the bathroom and returned with two boxes in his hands. You knew this time was coming, you had been dreading it, hoping that you would get your period at any moment now. It never came though, and you were terrified of what the tests would undoubtedly reveal once you took them. “I’m sure taking them would answer a lot of your questions… Here…” He slid the boxes across the table, but you refused to even look at them, instead staring out the window, trying your best to block out everything that he was saying. You didn’t want to be pregnant, not by him at least. How could you even be happy bringing a child into this type of lifestyle? “Darling…” He murmured the pet name softly, but rough hands suddenly gripped your chin, turning your attention to him fully. “Take the tests. Now.”

You huffed loudly, pushing yourself away from the table and snatching the boxes up before rushing to the bathroom. You knew well enough that if you didn’t get there in time and lock the door, he’d probably try to come in and watch you take them just to make sure you weren’t fabricating the results. It would have been a good idea, but you knew he’d notice. There was no way you could just run the test under the sink water and pretend they were negative. It’s not like he’d let you go if they were anyway, he’d just keep trying and trying… and once you started showing… He’d probably be more pissed off that you lied to him.

“You’re taking quite a while in there… Do you need help?” The question was genuine, but you glared at the door, knowing that he wouldn’t see it. It was the only time you could make those kinds of faces at him without being reprimanded for it. The tests laid on the back of the toilet seat, and much to your dismay, the second line showed up faster and darker than you ever expected it to. “Fuck!” You thought to yourself as you unlocked the bathroom door and flung it open, slipping past him as he rushed in. He was too preoccupied with being excited over the tests to focus on you, at least for right now. All you wanted to do was sleep and hopefully wake up from the nightmare that you had been living in for the last 3 years.

The First Trimester…

There was no bond forming. For the most part, you tried to forget that you were pregnant at all. It was easier during this stage. Other than the nausea and the exhaustion and the slight pulling and pinching sensations you’d feel in your lower back and upper thighs, all things that you could write off as any other reason, you didn’t feel pregnant. You were still in denial, you didn’t want this. Minho wanted this, and he was the only one happy about it. This was the happiest you had seen him though, he was absolutely elated, but he was also overly protective, which was becoming a real pain in the ass.

“I can get dressed on my own.” You muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to help you pull down your shirt after you had just put it on. “I really don’t like the hovering, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Were you allowed to be honest with him now? Would he excuse it as your hormones going crazy because of the baby? He wouldn’t yell at you, right? Not when you were in such a fragile state. He reached out further, grabbing your wrists, rather tightly, and pulled you towards him. Of course, he wouldn’t dare try to be so rough anywhere around your stomach, but everywhere else was still fair game.

“You’re carrying my child, and as long as you are, I can hover as much as I like.” He hissed, and even though you didn’t like his tone, you were grateful that he wasn’t yelling. “I know you don’t want it. You’d probably be overjoyed if you miscarried. I won’t allow that to happen though, so just be good for me, let me help.” His expression immediately shifted, his head tilting to the side as the most innocent looking smile had his teeth flashing up at you. It was like whiplash, it made your head hurt. “So what would my babies like to eat today, hmm? Are you craving anything in particular?” He cooed, although his attention was still primarily focused on your stomach.

Any other woman would want a man like him, a man that treated them this way and got this excited to find out they were pregnant. Any other woman could have him and all of his psychopathic tendencies. “I’m craving a nap.” You snapped, and you watched his nostrils flare out at your disobedient tone, but he didn’t say anything, instead getting off the bed and yanking the covers back for you, waiting for you to climb onto the mattress before carelessly throwing them back over your body. “Thank you.” You mumbled, rolling over onto your side so that your back was to him, tucking the covers around your chin and squeezing your eyes shut. It wasn’t just the raging hormones that tired you out, it was Minho too, him more than anything honestly. Living with him, well, no, not living, being stuck with him, was the most exhausting thing ever.

“I’ll wake you up for your vitamins and for lunch.” He said sternly, more like a strict caregiver than the father of your unborn child. You hated him. You hated that he did this to you, that he chose you to be the object of all of his desires. Why did he choose you? He still hadn’t told you why, he just insisted that you were the one that he wanted. Now you were carrying his child, and you feared that you’d truly be stuck with him forever. What did you do to deserve that?

The Second Trimester…

Most women would get an ultrasound at around 9 weeks. However, you had yours at 20 weeks. You didn’t go to a doctors office, instead, Minho had the doctors come to you. Even still, he didn’t want you leaving the house. Before the doctor was even allowed to see you, he had to sign an NDA, with Minhos reasoning being that he was an idol, and he didn’t want the public to know about his fiancées current condition. You still didn’t know when you had gotten engaged, but apparently it had happened at some point before the doctor's arrival.

Seeing your baby on the screen made it impossible to deny that you truly were pregnant. It also made it hard for you to hate it as you during your entire first trimester. Was it truly the baby’s fault that their father was crazy? Did it’s fathers behavior make the baby inherently evil? No… of course it didn’t. The baby was still a part of you, and you were a good person. You wouldn’t allow your child to grow up to be like Minho. “It’s a girl.” The doctor said, pointing to the screen as if you’d understand what you were being shown, but Minho was mesmerized by what he was seeing, his jaw slacked in awe.

“That’s my daughter… Our daughter? Really? Is she healthy?” It was Minho asking all the questions that most women in your position would be asking. You were too caught up in your own thoughts though. A baby girl, you were carrying his daughter. She’d be more like you, right? Maybe having a daughter would change the way he is, he’d become normal, a man that you could actually love and welcome having a family with. He wouldn’t want his own daughter to be with a man like himself, right?

The doctor turned up the volume on the little tv, a rapid pulsing sound filled the room, both you and Minho were silent as you listened. “She’s healthy, very healthy.” The doctor said, smiling to both you and Minho. You were… happy. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at the screen, watching the baby squirm around, and you couldn’t wait to be able to feel her moving beneath your skin. “I’ll print out the pictures and then be on my way. I’d like to make another appointment for next month though, make sure she continues growing the way she should. I also want some bloodwork from you…” He motioned towards you, and you swallowed thickly, looking at Minho who looked slightly annoyed at the doctor's pushiness. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong, we just like to make sure that there’s no underlying problems. Better to be safe, right?”

His words had you tensing up, your hands moving down to your stomach, rubbing over the small swell that had begun to form as your daughter grew bigger. “Why… Why would there be underlying problems? What could be wrong?” You squeaked out, not wanting to look up at the doctor, worried that his expression would give you a silent answer, one that you were scared to know. Minho was still, like a statue, only his eyes moving between you and the doctor, but there was no answer, just a soft sigh and a gentle tapping against your hand to try to calm you. The gesture was supposed to make you feel better, but you heard Minhos teeth gritting together.

“It’s just precautionary. This is your first appointment since you’ve gotten pregnant. It’s to make sure both you and the baby are healthy and that there are no problems now or in the future. From what I see though, you and your daughter are perfectly fine. You have nothing to worry about.” Your hand was held lightly by the doctor who offered you a reassuring smile, but before you could thank him, Minho was, quite rudely, ushering him out of the room and shutting the door. On the other side of the door, in the hallway, you could hear Minhos aggrivated voice, low enough that you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but you could feel it, reverberating through the walls and the floorboards. He was talking so fast that the doctor didn’t have a chance to speak, and before you knew it, the front door was slammed shut and then Minho was storming back into the bedroom.

“Touching you… Holding your hand… Who the fuck is that guy?!” Minho growled as he shut the door behind himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the door. “You don’t need any more fucking doctors. You were doing just fine without them. There’s nothing else we need to know anyway. Our daughter is healthy and that’s what matters. There’s no need to have some touchy ass fuckwad coming in here, looking at you… Ugh!” You could see the heat radiating off of him, he was beyond angry, he was absolutely irate, and while you didn’t want to push him any further, what the doctor had said prompted you to speak up.

“Min… Honey…” It was an attempt to soften him up, you never called him that, not unless you were trying to get him to agree to something. Most of the time it never worked, but it at least would keep him from going off as rashly as he would without the pet name. “What if there is a… a problem… I think we both should know. We don’t need to keep him as our doctor… We can find someone else… But I think the bloodwork is important.” You sat up on the bed, trying to get a better look at him, trying to read his expression, but he was completely blank. “Minho…” You tried to get his attention, unaware that you already had it fully and he was just deep in thought.

“No…” His hand was held out, one finger up to silence you as a chuckle was huffed out of his parted lips, his breaths coming faster and faster as he pushed himself away from the door. “I know what you’re doing. I know what this is…” The pet name didn’t work, nothing would work, he was already angry as it was and you were simply making things worse. “You want him to come back… You want him to take you away from me. That’s what you want. I know you! You’ve wanted nothing but to leave since you’ve been with me! He can’t have my fucking daughter! And he sure as hell can’t have you!” He climbed onto the bed, straddling you and holding your face between his hands. It wasn’t exactly painful, maybe you were numb to the pain it might have caused at first, but now you just found it annoying. “What do I need to do to make you stay!?” He shouted, his breath fanning across your face with every word. It’s like he was using all of the air in his lungs to enunciate every syllable.

“Minho, stop it.” You whispered, knowing that the wrong word, a wrong look, saying it in a way that he didn’t like, it would only have him spiraling deeper and he’d drag you right along with him. “Please… h-honey look at me… I’m not trying to leave you… I just want to know that me and the baby are healthy, that there’s nothing wrong. I don’t want anything to happen to either of us… I want her… Honey, I want a family with you…” Sure, you were really sugarcoating it to try to get him to calm down, but you also really needed to know that everything would be okay. The last thing you wanted was for something to happen to you and him blame your daughter for the rest of his life or vice versa.

His hands dropped down to your shoulders, his body now shuddering, although you didn’t know if it was because he was about to cry or if he was just shaking with anger. It was always hard to gauge his reactions or how he was truly feeling. It had you on edge all the time, and you felt like a tiny rodent, cornered by a feral cat. “Nothing is going to happen to either of you…” He mumbled, his head hung low, his hair curtaining his face. “Stupid fucking doctor, putting that shit in your head, scaring my darling…” This wasn’t what you wanted, his anger once again shifted towards the doctor who was just trying to do his job. “Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you and our baby?” You shook your head, of course he wouldn’t let something happen to either of you, not because he cared, but because he couldn’t fathom the thought of not owning you anymore. “You’ll be just fine, darling. You’re overthinking what that jackass said.” And with that, it’s like all of the anger washed away, a sudden wave of calmness rinsing him clean of the negativity. “Let’s get something to eat. My girls are hungry, aren’t they?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before shifting off of you and off of the bed, grabbing your hand and carefully helping you up to your feet. The sudden shift had you feeling dizzy, but it was welcome, at least he wasn’t yelling at you.

The Third Trimester…

Something was wrong, although you weren’t sure what it was. The ongoing nausea, the headaches, the blurred vision, you knew there was a problem. All you could think of was the argument that you had almost 15 weeks ago, wanting to at least have bloodwork done to make sure you were okay, but of course Minho had denied you of the simple procedure. If anything happened to you, it would be his fault, but he wouldn’t look at it that way, no, it would be someone else’s fault, it always was whenever he fucked up.

“Someone’s tired…” He whispered when he walked into the bedroom where you were still laying. It’s not that you were actually that tired, you just couldn’t move without feeling sick. When he pulled open the curtains, you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning loudly as the bright sun only amplified the raging headache you were already suffering through. “Sorry, darling. Can’t lay in bed all day. Gotta get you up and moving. Come on.” He yanked the covers back and his eyes landed on your feet which had become so swollen you could barely even fit them in your slippers anymore. “What happened?” He whispered, although there was a slight panic in his voice as he gently grabbed your ankle and lifted it, looking over the extremity for any signs of injury.

“I think… I think…” You kept starting the sentence only to be left practically winded after only saying two words. “Problem…” You settled for one word, hoping that it would get your point across and that he’d take some kind of action. He blinked a few times, backing away from the bed, his hands running through his hair as he seemed to be fighting an internal battle with himself. “Please…” You pleaded, your hands cradling your swollen stomach. If not to help you, at least to help your baby who he seemed to want more than anything.

“Shut… Shut up! I’m thinking!” He screeched, suddenly pacing back and forth as his breaths came out sharply, sounding more like whistles as they came through pursed lips. “Why would you let this happen! What even… God dammit!” He shouted, his fist colliding with the wall in an act of frustration, and even though he was fully across the room, you jumped at the sudden act of violence. He would never hit you, no matter how mad he got he had never actually hit you, but when things got this bad, you always feared just how far he would go or how far gone he was. “What am I supposed to do?! Take you to the hospital?!”

Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what he was supposed to do to keep both you and your daughter from potentially dying. “If I could just… have her… get her out… we could be… okay…” You said breathlessly, and he whipped around in your direction, his eyes wild and crazed. It truly seemed like he was losing his mind. “Min… I don’t want t-… to die… please…” You begged, the sudden onslaught of tears only making it harder to breathe.

“Fuck! You think I want you to die!? You think I want that!?” He questioned, and soon his hands were back in his hair, tugging at the ends as he let out a loud scream. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it! It’s what you wanted to happen! You wanted to leave me so bad! You’d rather die than be with me!” He was once again blaming you, yelling at you for something that you didn’t even understand at the moment. You didn’t know what was happening, so why the hell was he attacking you for it? “Such a fucking bitch! God! Fuck! Get up!” You were being… belittled… insulted… cursed at for… dying? At least if you did die, you wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. You wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. But did you really want to leave your poor baby with someone like him?

Getting up was a daunting task, it took you longer than it usually would just to swing your legs over the side of the bed. Every small movement made you feel like you had run a marathon, your breaths becoming more labored, your vision becoming spotty, and the urge to vomit became more of an oncoming threat as the bile from your otherwise empty stomach rose to your throat. There was no time to get to the bathroom, you weren’t even on your feet yet, and before you had any time to even warn Minho, you were doubled over, heaving up the acid that burned your throat on its way out. He watched, not coming close or helping you, but he watched, his lips parted and his eyes blinking rapidly as if what he was seeing wasn’t true. “Sorry…” The word was spoken in a single raspy breath, your head hung low with both shame, embarrassment, and pain. Your throat was scratchy now, and it felt like fire was being held against the back of it. Tears pricked your eyes and snot ran down your nose, stopping at your upper lip, and you didn’t even have the energy to wipe that away.

“What happened…?” He asked, his voice once again soft, laced with the false tone of worry. It used to make you think he cared, but now you knew it was an act. It was all an act. “Let’s… Let’s go…” He said, his voice wavering. He truly didn’t know what to do, but he knew that he didn’t want to do this. It’s not like he had a choice though. You looked awful, like you were already standing at death's door, and that terrified him. He had seen you sick before, but he had never seen you like this. “C-Can you walk? Do you need… Uhm… Shit…” He was tripping over his words, but when he saw you try to get up on your own, he rushed over, his arm wrapping around you.

Looking at you this close, he could see that your face was swollen too, and beads of sweat lingered on your forehead. “She hasn’t moved… Min… I’m- I’m scared…” You whimpered, and he pulled you closer to him, letting your body fall against his side, trying to take all of your weight as he walked you towards the front door. “Min…” You breathed out his name, your head falling against his shoulder. He hummed to let you know he heard you, grabbing everything he needed with one hand as he walked through your shared apartment. “If you have… to save any of us… save her… save the baby…” You wheezed, all of your weight falling against him, everything that he had been carrying was dropped immediately to catch you.

“No… no no no! Stop talking like that! Stop it!” Minho shouted, his voice trembling from the sobs he tried to hold back. “I’m not losing either of you, dammit! I-…” He sniffled softly, and while your eyes had been closed the entire time, trying to block out the light that shone through the window in the living room, you could feel his eyes on you. “I love you… You know that, don’t you? I’m not… If anything happens…” The thought was stopped before he could get the words out, but you were stuck on the three words he had said prior. Love was such a strong emotion, you hadn’t felt loved the entire time you had been with him, and he had never said it before now either. Did the thought of you being gone forever make him change? If you did make it through, would he go back to the way he was before? Maybe death was the only escape…

I’ll Make You Stay…

There was no way the doctors would make him choose… It couldn’t be that serious. You were absolutely fine, right? He hadn’t noticed anything wrong until today… or were you just that good at hiding things from him? Why would you hide something like this from him? Were you afraid of him? Why were you scared of his love? He just loves you so much! What’s wrong with that? He wanted you to be with him forever, he wanted you to be his darling, why did you make it seem like that was so awful? He’d show you that you could be happy, that he could make you happy, you just had to stay with him, you had to stay.

“Why can’t I go in?” Minho asked once again to the nurse who slipped out of the room. Each time he said it he was more irritated than the last. He just didn’t understand. What could be so wrong that he couldn’t be there for the birth of his daughter? Every time, the nurse would just sigh, getting more agitated with him. “I’ll just go in then. You can’t keep me from seeing her. That’s my wife, that’s my daughter! If you won’t tell me what’s going on then I’ll just-“

The nurse cleared her throat, although it sounded more like she was groaning. He tried not to let it bother him the way it usually would. He had far better, far more important things to worry about than the bitchy attitude of the nurse. “She didn’t want me to tell you. I’m trying to respect her wishes. She wanted to be alone.” The nurse explained, but it only stirred up more questions in Minhos now overactive mind. What was the reason behind you wanting to go through this alone? Did he not have a say in being able to watch his daughter be born? It was unfair, and once everything was over with, he’d be having a talk with you about how rude and humiliating it was for him to sit out in the hallway while you were delivering his child. He opened his mouth, not even to speak, just to breathe, and the nurse started talking, as if she assumed he was just going to continue complaining. “Both of them are not well. The last thing I wanted to do was go against what could possibly be her last wish. Are you understanding now, sir?”

Your… last wish? It sounded like you were dying… It couldn’t possibly be that bad… Is it? Why would you want to be alone during a time like this? How could you leave him this way? Do you not even care about his feelings? It’s like you want to make him miserable! All he wanted was to have a family with you, to make you stay with him forever, and now you’re trying to get away by dying!? You were so selfish! Why couldn’t you just be healthy?! He had done everything right. He made sure you ate and had your vitamins and did daily exercises and that you always got enough sleep. If anything happens to you and the baby… It would be your fault! It would all be your fault!

“An early blood test would have shown that this was a possibility. It would have potentially kept this from happening. If she was getting proper appointments, this would have been caught before it got this bad. Who was her OB?” The nurse asked, her clipboard resting against her forearm, her pen held in her other hand, as if she was waiting for the information to jot down. The mention of your doctor had his mind pausing for a split second… This is why you needed the bloodwork done? Why had no one told him that back then? Why was he not informed of the risks that would come along if the bloodwork wasn’t done? This still wasn’t his fault though… No, the doctor should have talked to you and him more about the benefits of getting early bloodwork done.

It was the doctors fault… If he hadn’t been so touchy with you, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal for him to come back and do the bloodwork. It was all the doctors fault, and if something were to happen to you or the baby… Minho would make sure that the doctor paid for it. He told the nurse the doctor's name, trying not to let his smile break through the mask of sadness that he was wearing, but it was hard. The thought of getting that guy to potentially lose his job, it was nice, and he couldn’t help but feel a little… overjoyed, knowing that if anything were to happen to you and the baby, it wouldn’t be in vain, at least the doctor will suffer as well. “I guess I’ll… wait out here…” He said, the frown once again returning to his face as he dropped down into the chair beside your door. It was still hard not being in there with you, knowing that so many people were looking at you, touching you… He felt like he was going to lose his mind, and the only way that he was keeping himself slightly sane was by constantly telling himself that he could potentially lose you and his daughter if those doctors didn’t help you.

He was in and out of sleep the whole time, his head falling against the wall and his eyes drooping shut, only for them to shoot back open whenever an alarm would go off, looking up at the light above your door to make sure it wasn’t for your room before drifting back to sleep once more when he realized it wasn’t. It had been hours, he finally stopped counting after the seventh, when the door finally opened and one of the nurses, different from the one before, walked out. There were dark circles under her eyes, she looked frazzled and exhausted, but there was no urgency, there was no sadness… Was everything okay? Would he be able to keep you and his daughter? “Sir…” She started, and Minho sat up straight, his eyes hopeful as he looked up at the nurse. “I don’t want to sugarcoat anything, I don’t want you to get excited just yet… Although your wife and the baby are… alive… That doesn’t mean that things are… okay.” It was like all of the hope was drained from his body immediately, even after hearing that you were alive… How could you still not be okay?

“Well… what’s wrong? What happened? I mean… I need some information here!” He was trying not to get worked up, but the way the nurse seemed to be beating around the bush was highly aggravating. For Christ's sake, he’s your boyfriend, the father of the child, and she was talking to him like he was some nobody. He deserves… No, he needs to know what happened! “How is she not okay? Is the baby okay? Come on, tell me something, dammit!” He didn’t care if she was tired, or if she was emotionally worn out after helping you. That’s her damn job, and part of it is telling him what the hell is going on.

She sighed loudly, clearly not happy with the way that Minho was talking to her, but he didn’t really care for that either. He wasn’t even allowed in the damn room, the least she could do was tell him what had gone on while he was locked out in the hallway. “The mother had preeclampsia which advanced to class one HELLP, which I will not go into full detail about, a simple google search will tell you what it is, but I will say that she had the most severe case of HELLP that I have ever seen in my years of working here. We were at a point where we worried that we would have to choose whether she lived or the baby lived. She had to have blood transfusions before we could even deliver the baby, she was in the early stages of kidney failure, and while we were in the process of trying to help the mother, the baby went into respiratory distress. We had to do an emergency c-section, which wasn’t easy because we were worried about hemorrhaging, which did in fact happen. The baby is currently in the NICU, she is underweight, we have to do tests to check her platelet count, she’ll most likely be in the NICU for a couple of weeks, and that’s minimum, especially if her platelets aren’t normal. The mother needs to stay because we have to make sure she doesn’t have any other underlying health issues, and we need to monitor her closely because the first couple days after delivering a baby with HELLP syndrome could be fatal. So yes, the mother and the baby are alive… But they are in no way, shape or form, okay or healthy enough to come home anytime soon. Does that answer your questions, sir?”

Minho didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know where to start. He didn’t understand anything that had been said to him, all he knew was that it was bad and that you wouldn’t be going home with him. How could you let things get this bad? Why didn’t you tell him? Surely you must have felt ill or something when this was all going on? And that damn doctor… Why did he have to touch you? Why did he have to make him so angry? If he had just been a normal doctor, he would have been allowed to come back and do your bloodwork. This all could have been avoided! It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t! How was he supposed to know that something like this could happen?! He had never read anything about this online! He didn’t know something like this could happen! It wasn’t his fault!

“Anyway…” The nurse spoke once more, taking Minhos silence as an opening. “She’s resting, they both are. There’s going to be doctors in and out of the room constantly, so, if you’d like to go in there, you can, but I wouldn’t expect to get any rest. If I were you, I’d honestly just go home, get some sleep, and come back in the afternoon. They’re not going anywhere, it’s going to be a long road ahead of the both of them… And you need to get as much rest as possible to prepare for it.” And with that, she walked away. He was left alone in the hallway with his thoughts, the faint sound of a heart monitor beeping just beyond the closed door to your room was the only sound he could really focus on.

You were alive… You had stayed… You weren’t leaving him. He would have his family, and he would have it with you, his perfect darling. Nothing like this would ever happen again, he had his baby girl, and he had you. The two of you were all he needed. Once he had you and his baby back home, he’d make sure he never had to let you out of his sight again. You were going to stay with him, he would make you stay. That’s why he wanted the baby in the first place, and in the end, he still got exactly what he wanted.

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Pairing : boyfriend!Han Jisung x softdom!F!Reader TW : heavy smut ; soft dom reader ; little bit of oral ; 0 foreplay ; unprotected sex ; fluffish ; kinda crackish at the end ; Word Count : 2.9k Request : Anonny : The felix scenario u wrote for anon got me in the feels shsksks. I have been obsessed with dom readers lately too. Are you able to write something/anything soft dom for Han too? A/N : ABSOLUTELY!! Also, trying a new topper format, don't know if I like it yet... Lemme know... :')

“He’s not done working yet?” You asked Changbin over the phone, you had been laying in bed for hours, quite uncomfortably as well, waiting for Jisung to return home. You were trying to spice things up, and you had bought a brand new lingerie set, and you had been planning on him coming home and finding you laying in the bed waiting for him while wearing the set.

Jisung had texted you an hour ago letting you know that he’d be home soon, and after that hour passed without him coming through the front door and not responding to your texts, you had called Changbin in a state of slight panic. “I asked him to check out a song before he left and he hasn’t gotten off the computer since… I’m sorry.” You heard the elevator ding through Changbins end of the line, and then the sound of doors sliding open. “Do you want me to go grab him? I can let him know you’re waiting for him…”

You hummed softly, getting up off the bed and grabbing one of his hoodies off the back of his desk chair. “No, it’s alright. I just wanted to make sure he eats. I’ll bring his food to him.” You said cheerfully, and while that was part of the plan, you had bigger things brewing in your mind, ideas that had you far more excited than what you were originally thinking.

Driving to the office, the street lights illuminated the street one by one, like they were following right behind you as the sun set in front of you. Evening was here and he still hadn’t even texted you back, all of the cars that were originally in the parking lot were gone. Everyone had gone home for the evening, everyone except the person that you wanted.

You quickly walked up to the entrance, letting yourself in with the keycard that had been specifically made for you by Jisung himself so you could visit him at work. It came in handy during times like this, surprise visits were his favorites, and he had no idea that you were coming right now. There was a chill in the air, one that you could feel against your legs that were quite bare considering you had simply thrown on the hoodie that was more like a dress for you, not even bothering with pants considering he was the only person you were going to see.

The elevator dinged when you pushed the button, already on the bottom floor thankfully, and you quickly climbed in, pushing the button for the floor that you knew by heart that he was on. The ride was quite short, and the doors slid open with one last ding of the bell, one that you hoped he hadn’t heard. It would ruin the surprise if he knew that you were there right now, but luckily none of the doors in the long hallway opened. He must’ve had his headphones on.

Walking down the long hallway, it was eerily silent, the sound of your shoes against the carpeted floors that would have been silent any other time were now extremely loud. You couldn’t wait to get to the room. You knew you were getting closer when you heard rapid mouse clicks and a couple keyboard clicks following after. As you got up to the door, you could see through the small window, he was sitting at the computer, his head bobbing as he listened to whatever it was that he was working on through the headphones.

He looked so cute, even from the back, he always did, and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment before opening the door and walking into the room. Not even that had him turning around though, his head still nodding along to the music as you shut the door as quietly as you possibly could.

There were no windows in the room, and when you looked around, you could see that his phone had been plugged in to charge beside the couch, out of eyeshot, he probably didn’t even realize how long he had been working, and he definitely hadn’t been up to check his phone for a while. Being as he was your boyfriend, you knew how he got when he was wrapped up with working, there was nothing that could pull him away from it unless it was a legitimate emergency.

Still, you needed him to take a break, and that’s what you were here for. You walked over to where he sat, keeping your hands in the pockets of the hoodie as you got right up behind his chair, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. He let out a quiet shriek as he jumped, the chair swiveling around so fast that he almost kicked you and the headphone cord almost wrapped around his neck. “Baby? What are you doing here?” He asked, his hand over his heart as his breathing slowly returned to normal. “I was just finishing up this song… I’ll be right out. I promise.” He held out his pinky to you, and you wrapped yours around his as you nodded, although you were planning on him coming out a little faster than before the song got done.

You laid out across the couch, stretching your legs as you watched him return back to work, although he kept one ear uncovered just in case you wanted to talk to him. He truly was the perfect boyfriend, and watching him work was so damn mesmerizing that you almost forgot about what your plan was. Key word being almost. He was mesmerizing, but he was also so damn hot, watching his fingers work along the keyboard had you wanting him even more. “Is it always so hot in here?” You questioned, pulling the hoodie over your head and tossing it to the other end of the couch, hoping that you’d get his attention.

“Sometimes… I think it might just be that I have so much stuff going right now it’s heating up the room.” He commented back, although he didn’t look up from the screen, as a matter of fact, he leaned closer to it. “You can turn on the AC if you want…” He added, his hand lifting just enough to point to the thermostat on the wall. “I have blankets in here too, so you can make it a little colder than we have it at the house.”

God, it was so hard to get annoyed with him when he was being so sweet. “Where do you keep the blankets at?” You quizzed as you walked over to the thermostat, wondering if your movement would catch his attention. You were wrong though, there was no reaction, no audible gasp or anything that would let you know that he had seen what you were wearing, or better yet, the lack of what you were wearing.

“There’s a little cupboard next to the couch… There’s a bunch in there.” He said, and you could hear him smiling, as though just talking to you was enough to bring him joy during this process. Damn him and his adorableness. “Oh… Baby, can you bring me one though, just in case I get a little chilly?” He asked, and you silently celebrated as you scampered over to the little cabinet and pulled out one of the throw blankets that had been neatly folded and placed inside.

This was your chance, and you held it out in front of you, covering the view, at least until he grabbed it. His hand was outstretched, but his eyes were still glued to the monitor. Your grasp on the blanket was tight though, and when he tried to grab it, you pulled back, finally getting him to look up at you, his eyes wide but his smile even wider as he let out a little chuckle. “I miss you…” You whispered, acting as innocent as possible as you pouted at him.

“I’m right here, baby.” He cooed, and your fingers loosened around the fabric. The blanket fell, finally unveiling the sheer black lace lingerie set that you had been wanting to show him. “Oh… Shit…” He tongue darted out along his lips as he took it all in. You could see his adams apple bounce, swallowing thickly as his eyes wavered between you and the screen. “I… I miss you too, baby… I’ll be done really soon… promise…” His words were breathy, and it almost seemed like he was upset with himself for having to work.

“Mmn mmn…” You mumbled, stepping between his chair and the desk and slowly pushing him back, your hands resting on his knees as you leaned over. “I miss you now…” You murmured, your hands slowly moving up along his thighs, stopping at the bulge that was growing harder in his sweatpants. “How much do you miss me?”

His head fell back against the chair, already panting heavily as you palmed him through his pants. “Fuck… So much, baby… I miss you so much…” His hips instinctively raised up, and he moaned loudly when your hand pressed harder against him. “Such a tease… You know I gotta work…” He whined, although he wasn’t trying to stop you either. His hand moved down over yours, guiding you just how he wants.

“Oh… But you’ve been working for hours…” You hummed, lowering yourself down to your knees between his legs, your fingers dipping beneath the hem of his pants and slowly lowering them. “All work and no play makes my Sungie very sad…” His cock sprung free from his boxers and you immediately wrapped your fingers around it, stroking him slowly as you gave small kitten licks along his tip, watching through your eyelashes as his head rolled forward to look at you.

“Shit… Baby… More…” You panted, his hand moving to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and guiding your mouth down around him, moaning loudly when your lips met the base of his cock, your throat tightening around him as you gagged. “Oh… Fuck…” He groaned, your tongue already coated with the salty taste of his precum.

You pulled back quickly, your lips making a small popping sound as his dick fell from your mouth. “Oh no… I came all the way here… You’re gonna give me what I want.” You said, your grip on his dick tightening as you stroked him faster. His breaths were coming out heavy, his chest rising and falling fast as he watched you, his head nodding in response to your command.

“Anything… I’ll give you anything you want, baby…” He practically pleaded between whimpered moans. “What do you want me to do, baby? Fuck… Tell me… I’ll do anything…” You smiled sweetly up at him before standing up, pressing a kiss to his already pouting lips before leaning back against the desk.

“I think you already know what I want, Sungie…” You cooed, and in an instant he was out of the chair, his hands on your hips as he pushed you back further on the desk. You were already soaked, the thin fabric of the thong clinging to your core before he quickly pulled it to the side, his knuckle brushing against your sensitive bud in the process and making you shiver. He was just as impatient as you were, not even bothering to fully undress you or himself as he lined his tip up with your entrance.

His hands slapped against the wall on both sides of your head as he pushed into you, bottoming out with one quick thrust. “You’re so fucking wet, baby…” He grunted, his forehead falling against yours as heavy pants left both of your mouths, only silenced by the sloppy kisses that he gave you. “God… Don’t know how much I needed you… Feel so good…” He rambled, heavy thrusts pushing you further back against the desk.

“Just like that… Don’t stop, Ji…” You whimpered, your eyes focused on the way his cock disappeared between your legs, the sight of it turning you on more. He let out a low groan, the sound coming from his chest as his hips picked up speed, the sound of his thighs slapping against yours filling the soundproofed room. One hand came down between your legs, his thumb rubbing quick circles against your clit. “Fuck… Fuck! K-Keep doing that… Gonna… Fuck!” You whined, your moans growing louder as your body began to shake, your slick walls squeezing around him as the knot in your stomach tightened.

“You like that, baby? You gonna cum?” His thrusts lost their rhythm but got harder, the tip of his cock brushing against that sweet spot deep inside of you causing you to cry out, your nails digging into his back as you came undone around him. Your mixed moans filled the room, hot strings of cum filling you as he continued to thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you. “God damn… Fuck… Shit…” The string of curses spilled from his lips as you both rode your highs until his head fell forward, nestling into the crook of your neck.

“Mm… Coulda done it in the bed if you would’ve come home…” You murmured as you brushed your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “You gonna be okay to drive home?” You asked, and his head lifted up a little, eyeing you with a smirk.

“I’ll be just fine driving home… You’re the one that won’t be able to walk when you get off the desk.” He teased, kissing along your collarbone before pressing a deep kiss to your lips. “Plus… I like doing it here… Might have to make it a monthly thing.” You rolled your eyes at the comment, although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it too. “Let me just send the file to Chan, and then we’ll go home, okay?”

You nodded as you scooted off the desk, your legs quite sore, especially your inner thighs that you were sure would be bruised, causing you to stumble as you walked over to the couch. He chuckled softly behind you and you whipped your head around to glare at him. “Asshole…” You muttered playfully, but he simply blew you a kiss as you dropped back down on the couch, pulling the hoodie over your head and yawning quietly, your eyes slowly drooping shut until you fell asleep.

Last night had been amazing, even the part where he had to help you stumble tiredly to the car. You looked so cute, he absolutely adored you, he loved you with his entire being. He wanted nothing more than to spend the entire morning in bed with you, but his phone was going off nonstop, and if it had been anyone else, he would have ignored it. It was Chan though, and he wanted to know if he liked the edits he made to the song, so he pressed a kiss to your forehead, hoping that you had been conscious enough to hear his promise that he’d be back for lunch.

When he got to the studio, Chan and Changbin were standing in the middle of the room which, in itself, was quite strange considering at least one of them would usually be sitting in the chair and the other would be on the couch. “What’s up?” He asked as he walked further into the room, seeing that the mp3 file was already pulled up on the computer. “Did you like it?”

The guys blinked awkwardly, not even making direct eye contact as their faces flushed a bright red. Jisungs heart sped up as he wondered what was wrong. Did they not like it? Was it not good enough? “I should have told you to go home last night.” Changbin said, and while it was an answer, it didn’t give Jisung the answer that he wanted to hear. It was quite vague, and honestly, it had him feeling more anxious than anything.

“So… She came to the studio last night?” Chan asked sheepishly, his hands fiddling in front of him as he chewed nervously on his bottom lip. Jisung was even more confused now as he slowly nodded his head. “Yeah… We know… You should uhm… You know what… Here.” He said, handing Jisung the headphones and making sure they were on before pushing play.

Mixed almost perfectly with the beats that Jisung had been working all night on were the sounds of his and your moans, the desk banging against the wall, his grunts and your whimpers. So that’s what they had been talking about. “Oh…” Was all he could say, his entire body heating up with embarrassment, and all he wanted to do was run back home and hide under the blankets and avoid everyone for at least the next three months.

“I mean, it doesn’t sound bad… I just don’t think STAY would appreciate, you know.” Changbin said, and both Jisung and Chans eyes widened as they looked at him. Jisung looked absolutely mortified and Chan looked completely shocked. “What? I mean, it’s got a nice flow to it and it fits the-”

“Shut up.” Jisung blurted out, quickly taking off the headphones and shoving them back into Chans hands. “Delete it! Burn it! I apologize for that… I’m gonna go home now. Goodbye!” He quickly ran out of the room, bullets of sweat dripping down his face as he ran to the elevator, his finger slamming against the call button.

“Oh hey, Han! I heard that-” Felix called out, but before he could finish, Jisung was screaming and squeezing between the barely even opened elevator doors, his screams still heard as they shut behind him and carried him down. “Oh… Welp… I guess he doesn’t want the limited time coffee on the menu… I’ll go to Hyunjin.”

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