imagine: minho's too busy with work he doesn't make time for his baby.
y/n's pov
you sit waiting, holding your baby in your arms as you waited for minho to get back.
it was nonstop. the crying, the fussing. you didn't think you could handle it much longer.
it was even worse that minho was never there. he left first thing in the morning, he didn't even say goodbye to you, or 'see you later', there was no point because you knew he wouldn't be home later.
you had to cook all by yourself, clean your home from top to bottom, take care of the baby and make time for doing some of your own work. but, you didn't complain, not once. this time, though, you'd had enough. you hadn't sleep in three weeks, you were constantly up with the baby trying to get him to calm down, and he just wouldn't.
the door rattles and pushes open, minho stands in the doorway looking exhausted and looks at you for a brief second. "shouldn't he be sleeping?"
"where were you?" you look at him with tired eyes, dropping your shoulders instantly.
"y/n-"
"where the hell have you been?!" you scream at him, yelling over the cries of your baby boy. "i haven't slept once. you get back at 3am every night, you leave again two hours later. do you know how tiring it is?"
"do you know how tiring it is for me, too? you think i get any sleep either? we're in the exact same position-"
"then take time off!"
he shakes his head, scoffing, "it would be harder staying here taking care of the baby."
"at this point, i may as well be a single mother."
"then, why aren't you?" he mumbles, walking away from you.
"excuse me?" you stand up to walk towards him, your baby still crying in your arms. "i know it's hard for you. so take a break."
you start giving in and being sweet to him, you're too afraid he'll walk away.
"i told you i wasn't ready for a baby, even you weren't ready. you have to admit to that."
"i told you i was ready because you said you'd be with me every step of the way. why am i suddenly having to do this alone? it's like you're not even apart of this family."
"then let me go," he turned to you, tears in his eyes. "neither of us were ever going to be ready, you knew it was a bad idea."
you glanced, eyes becoming teary, "you said this is what you wanted..."
"i said that because i didn't want you to leave," he fought back his tears, staring blankly at you. "i was working all the time, i didn't get to see you, but i didn't want you to leave. i wanted you here. by my side."
"but, now, it seems like you want nothing to do with me."
"i love you," he gulped, nodding aggressively, "more than anything. but it's hard."
"i told you that from the start and you said you were ready. you said we were ready. you can't go back on your word now, it's too late."
"am i that bad of a father?"
"you haven't had the chance to be one."
"so, now, what?" he narrowed his eyes, "you don't want me anymore?"
"if you're not planning to make time for neither me or our baby, then yes. i don't want you anymore."
minho didn't even bother trying. he couldn't promise the things you needed. he couldn't be there for either of you. his heart ached knowing he had every chance and opportunity and threw everything away.
"i love you. both of you," he swallowed, staring intensely at you and your baby. "i never wanted this to happen, i hope you know that."
"you didn't try," you lowered your head, "that's all i can say."
"but, you love me, right?" he gazed with hope in his eyes.
"i don't know, minho..."
"there's no chance you'll change your mind, is there?"
"i gave you every chance. i put every opportunity in front of you and you stood there and ignored every one of them. i'm done with giving you chances, i'm done with hoping you'll change. i just hope that this makes you realise what you're losing."
he nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks, "i'm losing everything. and it's all my fault."
"right," you nodded, agreeing with him.
it was harsh, the way you were treating him, but he deserved the cruel words you pushed at him. you didn't care anymore.
"i could try harder-"
"but i know you won't. you give up too easily. that's the problem."
"i'll try-"
"no. you won't," you cried, "even you know you won't."
he hated how cruel you were being, but he knew it was the only way he'd be able to understand and face acceptance of what he did wrong.
"you believe i love you, right?"
you shrugged, "i don't know what to believe anymore."
"can i hold him? just once more?" he stared.
"you've never held him, not even once. i don't think you should start now."
he leant down to pick up his bag, his head hung low as he walked towards you. briefly, he looked up to meet your eyes just for a second, closing his eyes with his hand holding the back of your head. for the last time, he pressed his lips against your head, and you felt the tears falling from his cheek to yours. he stopped himself from pulling away more than once. he wanted this feeling to last an eternity, but he couldn't change anything now. he messed up. perhaps, forever.
minho pulled away quickly, making his way towards the door before he had the urge to turn back to you. the door shut quietly and slowly. you heard him slide his back against the other side of the door, sitting down as he began to cry.
you hated every moment of it.
you sat and listened to him cry outside for hours, he didn't move, not once.
it was true. you did fall out of love. but just those few hours of hearing him cry, you began to love him, because you knew he wanted to try more than anything, you just couldn't give him that last chance.
