Brat || F!Yandere X F!Reader

Only Child

Things were... Normal wasn't the right word. Regular, perhaps? You fell into a routine quickly enough, no matter how strange that routine must look to an outside eye.

You guess you shouldn't have been surprised. Tragedy rarely had a slow buildup. It usually just struck out of the blue.

And boy did it strike you.

You were in the car with Do-Yun, on your way back from an OB-GYN appointment. It had been a while since the two of you had been in the same vehicle, even longer since he drove anywhere.

You teased him, said you weren't sure he even had his driver's license. He sputtered, acted mock-offended. For a split second, he took his eyes off the road to look at you, his hand off the steering wheel to make some sort of gesture.

Maybe it was the distracted driving, maybe it was the combination of the rain and the evening dusk, maybe-- maybe-- maybe it didn't matter.

That's when the car got hit, T-boned on Do-Yun's side of the vehicle. You screwed your eyes shut tight, but nothing could have prepared you for the sound, the crunch and squeal of tortured metal.

You must have lost consciousness because, when you opened your eyes again, you were laying in a hospital bed in a dim private room. The curtains were drawn, but you could tell it was still raining outside from the pitter-patter of droplets against the window.

Your first thought was of your baby. Your hand immediately dropped down to your stomach, where you felt... Nothing. There was no bump there anymore.

But that made no sense! Even if something horrible happened, your uterus would still take at least a month to shrink back down to its original size.

You pulled the covers down and your hospital gown up. You found something --a sewn-up incision around your bikini line, about halfway between your belly button and your pubic bone-- but you didn't know what to make of it.

"You're awake!" A familiar voice chirped. You looked up just in time to watch Ha-Joon walk through the door, holding a cup you'd usually get from a water cooler.

What the hell was she doing here? You thought hospitals only allowed family members to visit.

You opened your mouth, made a sound but nothing intelligible. Your throat felt like you had gargled shards of glass and bits of gravel.

"You must be thirsty... Here, I got this for you," she said, handing you the cup of water. You drank it slowly, in tiny sips. She watched your mouth almost lasciviously.

"What happened?" You asked at last, voice still rough. More importantly, "Where's my baby?" And, "Is Do-Yun okay?"

Ha-Joon perched herself on the edge of your bed. She was wearing the same dress she had the first time you met, that poofy pink one with the cat ear neckline. No makeup or stockings this time, though. Not anymore.

"Y/N..." She sighed. "I want to start off by saying, I'm so sorry for your loss." Before she even finished her sentence, your face was already wet. "You got into a really bad accident. There were pregnancy complications. In order to save your life, the doctors had to perform a full hysterectomy. You don't have a womb anymore. No womb, no baby."

"Where's Do-Yun?" If he was hurt, he should be in the same hospital room as you.

"He didn't make it." Then, as you began to sob in earnest, "If it's any consolation, he didn't suffer. He was killed on impact."

You lurched forward, intending to curl up into a ball of self-pity, but she lunged forward at the same time, caught you in her embrace. You latched onto her like a leech.

It took you a while to notice it in the throes of your grief... But, once you felt it, you couldn't unfeel it.

Ha-Joon was smiling into the crook of your neck. Her little grin was practically seared into your skin.

Your grip tightened on her to the point where it must be painful. "It's awfully convenient for you..." You growled. "Me losing my baby and fiance in one fell swoop."

She seemed calm and relaxed, didn't tense up guiltily, just nuzzled further into you, despite how your fingernails were digging into her like tiny daggers. "I wasn't the one who hit your car, Y/N." She didn't sound angry at the accusation.

You weren't stupid. "No, but you could have staged the accident."

She was silent for a long time. But she didn't try to deny it. "You poor thing... You must be tired," she whimpered sympathetically, slowly --almost reluctantly-- pulling free of your death grip. "I'll go get the nurse, ask them to give you something to help you sleep. When you wake up, I'll have your favorite fast food order ready."

With that, she was gone, out the door and down the hall, leaving you alone with all your aspirations laying shattered at your feet. All you had left was regret... And Ha-Joon.