Brat || F!Yandere X F!Reader

Everything Under The Sun

Overnight, you went from escort to fiance. A big change in and of itself, it brought about a lot of little changes with it. You stopped answering your work cell, moved in with Do-Yun...

Sex was still an everyday occurrence, but now you were having it with only one man, in addition to having it without a condom for the first time in years.

Surprise, surprise! One month later, you were staring down at a pregnancy test displaying two pink lines.

When you showed it to Do-Yun, his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. For the longest time, he just stood there, stockstill and speechless.

"You don't like it," you sniffled, already feeling the pregnancy hormones hitting you hard. Or maybe it was too early for those and you were just overly emotional right now.

Like a firefighter catching the first whiff of smoke, he immediately jumped into action. "Like it? I love it! I told you I wanted you to be the mother of my children, didn't I? I just didn't expect you to be... Expecting... So soon! We'll have to move up the wedding date. And your wedding dress is probably going to sport an Empire waist."

The sound of an earlier wedding was music to your ears. Every day you lived in fear that this was just an elaborate trick to get out of paying for sex. Even once you had an engagement ring on your hand and wedding planning had begun, you still couldn't believe it. You? A bride?

But not just a bride. A mother.

The planning period was cut from twelve months down to six, so the wedding would come before the birth of your first child. It would be a smaller ceremony, of course. Not the wedding of your dreams, but Do-Yun reasoned that could be saved for a vows renewal ceremony later down the line.

You were absentmindedly flipping through a flower catalog, hand rubbing your stomach, really just wondering whether you were having a boy or a girl...

That's when the news hit you.

You should have known a shoe was about to drop from how quiet your fiance was when he returned home from work. Usually, as soon as he came in the door, he would put down his bag, take off his shoes, and rush to greet you. Today, he set about making dinner without even saying hello.

You didn't think anything of it. Maybe he was stressed. Maybe he was tired. It probably didn't have anything to do with you.

Except it did.

Once supper was ready, Do-Yun called you into the dining room. After you sat down, you opened your mouth to ask how his day was, but he spoke first. "Who is Ha-Joon Choi, to you?"

You blinked at him, wondering what brought about this line of questioning. He'd never asked you about past clients before, content to leave the past in the past. Unless he didn't know...

"She's nothing to me," you answered, hoping he'd drop the subject.

He just stared at you for the longest time, obviously looking for the lie in your expression. But you were being completely honest. Ha-Joon was the past. Do-Yun was your present, as well as your future.

"You're certainly not nothing to her," he said at last. "She attempted suicide yesterday, and apparently named you in the note."

You swallowed hard, despite how dry your mouth was. "Who told you that?"

"Mr Choi himself. He's keeping the situation all hush-hush right now, but who knows for how long he can manage that. He said he wanted me to know what kind of woman my fiance was."

Silence hung heavy between the two of you. There was a question there, though: What kind of woman were you?

This was your fiance, soon to be husband, father of your child. You owed him an explanation, rules of the trade be damned.