Brat || F!Yandere X F!Reader

Squeaky Clean

What started out as a weird experiment quickly fell into a new routine.

It was almost embarrassing how eager --how desperate-- Ha-Joon was to mold herself into your perfect little girl.

She took everything you said to heart, no matter how minor. You mentioned off-hand that makeup and lingerie were only for grownups, so she stopped wearing them.

You gave her a list of rules, and she followed them to a T... It was kind of a shame. You didn't consider yourself a sadist, but you found yourself on your toes, looking for a reason to punish Ha-Joon, even if it was something as simple as an early bedtime.

The only thing that you could hold against her was that, while on her best behavior, she was always looking for a special reward.

You knew what she really wanted, but you weren't about to give it to her.

Instead, you took her on outings. Once you took her to the zoo, gave her five dollars worth of quarters so she could feed every animal in the petting enclosure. Another time, the two of you made a trip to the mall, where she was allowed to buy three books and a new stuffie.

She always said thank you but still looked disappointed whenever you put her to bed without so much as a goodnight kiss.

Weeks went by without so much as a whimper from her.

Until... Well.

You hid your pregnancy from Ha-Joon for as long as you could. You wore baggy clothing, avoided holding her close... The latter of which she had a huge issue with. She would pout and paw at you, suggest you climb in the tub with her during bathtime, beg to be spooned while the two of you watched something kid-friendly on TV.

She finally found out at the beginning of your second trimester.

She silently scootched out of her chair while you were at the stove making dinner, before creeping up and hugging you from behind.

Her arms moved to wrap around your waist... Except you didn't have a waist anymore. You felt her whole body tense up. As if still processing what she was feeling, she began to grope your baby bump, which you put up with for longer than anyone else would have. You only stopped her when she moved to pull up your shirt.

"That's enough," you told her, turning around in her embrace and pushing her away, holding her at arm's length.

"You're pregnant...?" She asked, already breathless and tearful. You didn't try to deny it. It would have been an insult to her intelligence to do so. Instead, you just nodded solemnly. That's when she began to cry in earnest. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You half-shrugged, didn't try to comfort her, not when she was acting so irrationally. "I didn't think you'd take it well."

"No shit!"

"Language!" You tutted at her condescendingly. One of her rules was that she wasn't allowed to curse or use other grownup words, and she knew that. You would decide on a proper punishment once this awful conversation was over.

"What is it? A boy or a girl?"

"It's none of your business is what it is."

"It's a girl, isn't it? Isn't it?!"

It was. You and Do-Yun just had the gender reveal party last weekend. Ha-Joon hadn't been invited, of course. You wanted to keep the relationship between the two of you as professional as possible.

You didn't answer her directly, instead answering her question with one of your own. "So what if it is?"

"I'm supposed to be your baby! I'm supposed to be your little girl!" She screamed, glaring at you as she curled her hands into fists by her side. "Just me. Only me."