Where Do I Go 🥀 All × Mingi [⏹]

10

"Jongho, can you please take me to the hospital? I can't stand it anymore," Mingi pleaded, trying to stifle his groans. He was exhausted, and each groan made him feel weaker.

"If you want to give birth, just do it there! Tsk, I knew it would be a hassle to order someone who’s heavily pregnant." Jongho showed no sympathy at all. He didn’t even glance at Mingi. He was engrossed in his phone, typing messages, chatting with friends.

Meanwhile, Mingi lay on the bed, not knowing what to do. He tried to drag himself into a semi-sitting position, leaning against the headboard on the right side of the bed. He was scared, confused, and anxious. His baby’s head still wasn’t visible, and he didn’t know what to do. His breathing was rapid, and his heartbeat was irregular.

His hands fumbled over various surfaces, gripping the headboard, sheets, nightstand, and the pillow beneath him. He groaned loudly, crying out. It was extremely painful. Jongho, on the other side, was completely unperturbed. Mingi desperately hoped for help. He wanted safety, at least for his baby.

It didn’t matter if he faced serious health issues as long as he stayed alive to care for his baby. But this time, Mingi felt desperate. It felt as if his life was slipping away. His legs trembled in pain, his hands gripping everything around him. His head was tilted back, showing the veins in his neck bulging with each groan.

Until a knock on the door caught Mingi’s attention.

"Jongho? Jongho! Do you think you’re alone in this house? Don’t be noisy!" someone shouted from outside the door.

Jongho looked annoyed this time.

"Go away! What does it matter if I'm noisy or not?" Jongho snapped.

"Jongho!"

Mingi saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe the stranger behind the door could help him.

"Help! Please, anyone, help!"

That was all Mingi could manage to scream. His strength was nearly gone if he had to keep shouting for help. He slumped back down, lamenting his situation. His eyes were about to close when the door opened.

"Jongho, I told you—oh my god!"

"Hyung, you can’t just barge into my room!" Jongho yelled in protest.

Yunho was relaxing while watching TV when he heard the commotion from his younger brother's room. He intended just to scold him, given how difficult his brother was to manage. But what he saw was worse than he expected.

He knew Jongho often engaged with sex workers and had gotten used to it. However, he never imagined Jongho would order someone who was heavily pregnant.

Yunho rushed to Mingi, sitting beside him. "Why would you still want to have sex with my brother knowing you’re about to give birth?" he asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

But Mingi heard a veiled criticism. He would have been offended if he wasn’t already experiencing contractions. So he tried to speak as diplomatically as he could.

Mingi shook his head slowly and began to explain how Jongho had forced him, ignoring his condition, and refused to take him to the hospital. Yunho’s eyes widened in shock as he listened, unable to believe his brother’s behavior. He knew Jongho wasn’t the best person, but he never thought his brother could be so callous.

"Where’s your conscience, Jongho? How could you keep forcing him when you knew he was about to give birth!" Yunho wanted to hit Jongho to make him realize his mistake. But aside from his anger, he knew someone else needed his priority. "Now get some warm water, a towel, and scissors! Quickly!"

Jongho huffed in annoyance but complied immediately. He put on his pajamas and ran out of the room. Yunho turned back to Mingi, placing his arms around him gently, adjusting his sitting position with two pillows behind Mingi’s back. He unfolded the blanket and covered Mingi’s legs with it.

"Alright, regulate your breathing. Follow my instructions. Breathe in, breathe out."

Mingi followed Yunho’s instructions, breathing in and out more steadily. Gradually, he felt a bit of calm. His heartbeat wasn’t as rapid as before, and his breathing improved.

Yunho smiled softly, warming Mingi’s heart instantly. "Good job," he praised, patting Mingi’s head gently. "Does it still hurt?"

Mingi nodded slightly, feeling pain in his hips and abdomen.

"Okay, try to regulate your breathing again. Don’t worry. I’ll help you."

Yunho gently stroked Mingi’s belly, trying to soothe him. His other hand grabbed a handkerchief from Jongho’s nightstand and used it to wipe Mingi’s sweat from his forehead. Removing his hand from Mingi’s belly, Yunho also wiped Mingi’s tears, gently caressing his cheeks.

Mingi looked up, observing Yunho as he seriously wiped away his sweat. On Yunho’s face, neck, and shoulders, there was no trace of the threat Jongho had shown him. If Jongho was a threat to Mingi, Yunho was his calm. Yunho was the place where Mingi felt safe. The pain he experienced was indeed torturous, but knowing that someone cared right beside him made Mingi feel more at ease.

"What’s your name?" Yunho asked, still attentively wiping Mingi’s sweat.

"Mingi. Song Mingi," Mingi answered softly.

Yunho smiled. "I’m Yunho. Now, Mingi, you don’t need to be afraid. I’ll make sure you and your baby are okay. Don’t worry. You can get through this. Both of you can get through this."

Startled, Mingi blinked, almost wanting to cry again. It felt like he had never received such care from anyone, even from Hongjoong. But Yunho, the stranger he knew was his customer’s brother, genuinely extended his help to Mingi.

"Thank you."

There was a spark of happiness that Mingi couldn’t express when Yunho saw him smile weakly. A pure smile from someone in need of help, not from a sex worker seducing others. Perhaps Mingi was not meant for this job. Maybe this was not Mingi’s desire.