Brat || F!Yandere X F!Reader

Motherhood

By the time you made it back to where you left your date, you had your story all planned out.

"Where's my daughter?" Mr Choi asked as soon as you appeared without Ha-Joon by your side.

"I don't-- I don't know what happened, but she suddenly started having a panic attack!" You whimpered, putting on an affected air. "She said something about not taking her meds, begged me to go and get you!"

Something similar must have happened in the past, because he accepted what you said without question. His eyes went wide and then he was gone, rushing away in the direction of the ladies' room.

"Are you okay?" Do-Yun asked you, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you close.

You put your arms around his shoulders in turn, rested your little cheek on his broad chest. "I'm okay. I just-- I've never seen someone just fall apart like that before." Then you pulled away just far enough that he could see the scratch marks on your arms and chest. "I tried to help her and she clawed at me like some sort of animal!"

He made a fuss over the raised little red lines as if they were bleeding profusely. "You poor thing," he murmured. "Why don't we leave early?"

"Do you mind?" You asked breathlessly, looking up at him from beneath a veil of tear-soaked lashes. Waterproof makeup was the best invention man ever made. The two of you had already been here for over an hour when you ran into the Choi's, but these kinds of galas tended to go all night into the early hours of the morning.

"You're more important to me than some fancy party. Come on." With that, he ushered you outside and back to the limousine.

Once you'd finally stopped sniffling, you couldn't help but ask, "So, how did I do?"

Do-Yun let out a mirthless chuckle. "Oh, you have a lot to learn."

"That bad, huh?"

"No, you didn't do terrible," he sighed. "But we need to work on this. I know you didn't grow up in this world. This isn't what you're accustomed to. I'm not upset. I don't blame you, but you need to do better. Some of the things I told you to do... Either you weren't remembering them or you didn't care. You can do better."

That was difficult to believe. You were trying so hard, but these rich people's mannerisms just didn't come naturally to you.

Do-Yun turned to look at you more closely, reached up to cup your chin, brush his thumb over your lower lip.

"Don't pout. You know, I see so much potential in you. You have no idea. We'll make it work."

You parted your lips, welcomed the tip of his finger into the heat of your mouth before closing around it and sucking. It made the corners of his mouth quirk up and his eyes go dark with arousal.

"You're so pretty," he said, more to himself than you. "But it's not about you being pretty. There's something honest --something genuine-- about you. The rich girls I've dated in the past, they're never appreciative, never grateful. They just don't know how to say thank you. And they felt so fake. Like there was nothing real about them. There's something real about you."

Unwittingly, Ha-Joon's scream echoed in your ears. But Do-Yun just kept talking.

"You're going to make me very happy. I've thought a lot about this, about you. I'm going to make you into something special. I'm going to take very good care of you. Don't worry about anything. Nothing. I've thought of everything.

"I don't know but, in the back of my mind, I see a future with you. It's so obvious." Here, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth, smeared your spit across your painted lips. "So, I need to ask you a question. It's very serious."

At his long pause, you nodded... And then, when he still didn't continue, answered, "I'm listening..."

"Have you thought about being a mother?"

You blinked, your expression falling into one of surprise. "Are you serious?" You asked, shellshocked.

"As a heart attack," Do-Yun promised.

"You want me to be your Pretty Woman?"

That made him laugh a little. "I want you to be my wife, Y/N."

Midfuck, a lot of clients spouted nonsense about wanting to get you pregnant. It was just another kink, though. When passions --among other things-- cooled and the blood rushed back to the more reasonable of their two heads, they were always glad they had worn a condom.

Hell, a few clients even claimed to love you. But none had ever offered to marry you.

"So what do you say?"

You didn't even have to think about it. "I say yes."