Mendacity ☠️ yungi [⏹]

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Mingi fell silent. He had never expected Yunho to snap at him like that. Why was everyone around him changing? What had he done wrong?

"I'm sorry, darling. I’m just worried that you won't be able to get free from him. So, please don't make this harder."

"W-What about Leedo? What if he finds me trying to escape? He could defeat you again like last time and continue torturing me."

Yunho smiled, something that comforted Mingi. "You'll be fine. I will protect you. And I won’t lose to him this time."

Mingi clung to Yunho. Tight, pouring out his tears there. His voice was muffled, afraid that Leedo might hear him. "You’re too late! Why didn’t you show up sooner? Leedo has caused me so much pain! You've also made me suffer by missing you so much!"

"Hey, you think I didn’t miss you? Just so you know, I’ve been planning to get you out of here all this time. I planned for today. Stop crying now, shuuu..." Yunho returned Mingi's embrace and stroked the top of his head.

Mingi shook his head, holding on tighter, clutching Yunho’s clothes. His position was a bit awkward due to his large belly.

"Hey, Song Mingi, what’s wrong?" Yunho asked, worried.

Mingi moaned. "I need to go to the hospital, now!"

"Instead of screaming like that, why don’t you just call my name? Like you always did almost every time, whenever Leedo wasn’t watching you."

Mingi looked at Yunho with a pained expression he couldn’t hide. He received a smirk, like the one Leedo got from Yunho earlier. What Mingi didn’t know was what happened after that. "H-How do you know?" His body suddenly shivered. He pulled his hands away from Yunho, distancing himself. But Yunho didn’t stop him. "Who are you really, Jung Yunho?"

"Me? Aren’t I the lover you cherish? Why are you asking now?"

"Whatever. If you can’t take me to the hospital, I’ll go myself."

Yunho tilted his head, folding his arms across his chest. "In that condition? Don’t be stupid. If you don’t want me to take you, don’t ever expect to leave here. Stay here!"

"Where’s Leedo?!"

Yunho didn’t answer. He maintained his smile.

Struggling, Mingi tried to walk quickly, half-running towards the kitchen where Leedo had gone.

Seeing Leedo’s state, Mingi wanted to scream again, but he was so shocked that his scream was choked back, and he swallowed it again. His tears flowed more fiercely. His legs felt like jelly, but before he could collapse, Yunho, who was not detected by human scent, caught his arm. "Don’t be so weak. You’re used to getting whipped by your husband and enduring the pain. Let’s go!" Yunho pulled Mingi, forcing him to follow him back to the living room.

"Let go!"

Yunho snorted. "Let go? Now you ask for that after missing my embrace for months?" He roughly pushed Mingi, causing him to crash into the front of the sofa. "Now let’s see what you can show me as gratitude for removing the obstacle you wanted gone. I’ve done it."

Mingi didn’t have time to think of a response because he was too busy howling. The lower part of his body ached and throbbed. The impact had pushed the baby’s head further down, making his birth canal open another three centimeters. He immediately reached eight centimeters and felt something like a balloon bursting inside him.

Amniotic fluid gushed out, soaking his pants and flooding the floor. The fluid, which should have had no smell, had a sweet scent of honeysuckle and strawberries, like an omega’s pheromones, which pierced Yunho’s nose. The kind man turned terrifying licked his lips.

It seemed delicious.

"If you’re going to give birth now, do it here. Because we’re not going anywhere."

Mingi swore by anything that he regretted longing for Yunho. And he swore whatever creature Yunho was, he cursed him. He loved and worried about his baby’s safety, but Yunho didn’t seem to share the same concern. Mingi hated anyone who didn’t care about his flesh and blood.

This was an emergency. Reluctantly, Mingi struggled to remove all his pants and underwear, spreading his legs and starting to push as contractions came again. Even though the pain momentarily faded from the urge to push, a doctor wouldn’t recommend it unless he reached a perfect dilation. It would be very dangerous. No matter how painful the contractions were, Mingi should be more patient waiting.

But he couldn’t. His back leaned against the front of the sofa he had just crashed into. He regulated his breathing, inhaling as much oxygen as possible while looking up and resting his head on the sofa. He looked down at his opening but failed due to his bulging belly. So he tried to find out by inserting his own fingers, but he couldn’t feel the baby’s head. His crying increased because it was truly torturous.

The baby continued to move down unnaturally because Mingi was forcing it out with every intense contraction hitting his stomach. It tore at his perineum, making him feel a burning sensation. He smiled through his tears when his fingers finally felt the thick hair of the baby’s head reaching the opening.

Mingi gripped the inner thighs, pulling his chin to his chest as he pushed again. He pushed with all his might until veins bulged from his sweaty neck. Not only his neck. His whole body was drenched in the pain of childbirth. From previous experience, delivering the baby’s head was one of the most challenging parts. He had been pushing hard for minutes, but it didn’t produce any progress. The baby’s head seemed to be stuck.

"Why is this so difficult? Hhh…" Mingi panted as he pushed again. He believed that God was punishing him for his past deeds. Because he had wasted a good man like Leedo just to fall for the true devil, Jung Yunho. He regretted it deeply. If he could guarantee an easy delivery of his daughter, he would be willing to go back in time. To redo everything. To fix everything. He promised never to know Jung Yunho.

Yunho had been silently watching. To him, Mingi’s struggle to deliver their daughter was an enjoyable spectacle.

But this time he would show a bit of sympathy. He walked over to Mingi. Mingi glared at him with hatred.

"Don’t be like that, darling, I will help you now. Try changing positions." Yunho grabbed Mingi’s arm again, trying to make him get up.

But Mingi violently threw off his touch this time and slapped Yunho’s face hard. "You bastard! Barbaric! Useless! I don’t need you! Get out of here!"

Yunho still had his characteristic grin, wiping away the relatively weak slap from Mingi. Quickly, he gripped Mingi’s jaw, bringing their faces closer. "Listen, you damned whore, I will leave. But not without you. I haven’t waited this long just to let you go so easily. So finish your act quickly." He threw Mingi’s face back and held his arm again. "Get up. Change positions," he ordered coldly.

"And why should I listen to you?" Mingi challenged without fear.

"Because you know I know everything. I know what’s best for you. I just haven’t said it from the start. Because I wanted to watch you suffer first. It’s so much fun. Why should I miss it?"

Mingi did not comply. Whatever Yunho still wanted to hold his arm. He would continue with his task.

"Logically, if you get up, gravity will help your baby to move downward more easily, right?"

That made sense, Mingi thought. He shot a look at Yunho before finally complying. Yunho helped him up and asked him to kneel. He turned to face the sofa before kneeling, so he could lean his hands on it. Clutching it as he raised his hips, he bent over in front of Yunho’s face.

"Now, push." Yunho instructed. Mingi should have been ready, but somehow he suddenly felt doubtful again. "Come on, darling, don’t be afraid. Look, I will hold it." Mingi glanced at Yunho, whose hands were now cupped right below the baby’s head.