Where Do I Go 🥀 All × Mingi [⏹]

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Mingi thought he might be crazy, opening his eyes to a luxurious ceiling and feeling the comfort enveloping him. Perhaps not crazy; was he kidnapped by nobles? But for what reason?

Or maybe he died and came back to life in Heaven. It took him a while to realize that the remembered wounds could still have an impact. His body wasn't as robust as Mingi recalled, but some parts still felt quite sore. That convinced him he wasn't in Heaven—someone once said there's no pain there.

So Mingi tried to think of other reasons for his current state. Stranded in a strange place sounded odd. He tried to remember, piece together every fragment of memory to uncover the truth. Just expelled by Hongjoong due to his pregnancy, Mingi felt sorrowful even at the beginning. Then he wandered until finding an unguarded stall, attempting to steal food. Mingi remembered that part well.

At least his recollection was intact up to that point, despite the throbbing in his head. Remembering the painful events, he kept going. He recalled three strangers attacking him, accusing him of theft. They cornered him in a dark alley, leaving him with bruises and various injuries.

And then?

Mingi lost the thread of memory there. He hoped he wasn't in the strange mansion rumored to kidnap homeless people for organ harvesting. Fear crept in, but his body was too weary to panic and move.

Mingi questioned himself. Nothing seemed strange until that point. Perhaps he just wasn't clever at remembering. He decided to let his memories return naturally, allowing them to process slowly, even though part of him craved rushed information.

It was morning, or perhaps nearing noon. Translucent white curtains a few meters from Mingi's bed revealed the brightness of the day. "Oh yes, I'm unemployed now," Mingi grimaced, unsure if he should be grateful or resentful for not dealing with the disturbing feelings of hiding his pregnancy while working. Concealing it.

Yet, it perplexed him. He had neither a job, family, nor a place to stay. Forget the comfortable bed he occupied now; he still didn't understand how he ended up here. Given what happened to him last night, with strangers treating him as if they wanted him dead, he couldn't draw any positive conclusions from the mere blanket covering him.

"Maybe I should leave," Mingi began to assume the worst, envisioning himself falling into the hands of a dark criminal syndicate dealing in organ trafficking. Too terrifying. But in times like these, it's better to be cautious than to appreciate his body, recently wrapped in bandages—a realization that hit him a few moments ago.

Well, if they're selling me, at least they're kind enough to treat my wounds.

Wait, what if they plan to take Mingi's baby?

No, no one should separate him from his child. He has to escape now.

Unfortunately, Mingi's plan to flee couldn't materialize. He was only half awake from his sleeping position when the door in the right corner of the room opened slowly, deliberately letting him feel every second of his anxiety.

However, something compelled Mingi to dismiss some of his assumptions. Not someone with a weapon or angry strangers—instead, a man in simple attire, a light blue shirt and long pants. Neatly arranged hair, not the disheveled appearance Mingi associated with criminals. No weapon in his hands—just a tray with a steaming bowl of porridge, a glass of water, and milk. His face looked... kind?

"Ah, you're awake?" greeted Leedo, who had entered a few minutes earlier and was busy with his phone, seeking information about suitable food for someone recently injured—a process that ended with him disregarding all advice from various websites.