𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝗞𝗽𝗼𝗽 ✔︎

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝑨𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝒔𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒎˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

𝐓𝐰: drug usage, psychologically ill, crossdressing, alcohol, mental asylum, unprotected sex, mpreg, attempted suicide.
𝐓𝐨𝐩: Lee Minho; 27, 6'0
𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦: Han Jisung; 22, 5'8
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: fluff and smut
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lee Minho was put in a mental asylum by his parents when he was at the age of 21 because his psychotic behavior had started to become more frequent. At one point, he had stabbed his mother for simply touching him. His parents had described his movements as 'possessed by the devil.' Jisung was a psychologist who had moved into the asylum. He had fallen in love with Minho and even got impregnated by him.

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𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯

"Baby, you're finally with me," Minho said, pointing to himself as he pulled me into a passionate kiss, "Yeah, and now that we are back to each other. Fuck me, Daddy" I whispered out as I grinded my hips on to him, needily. My body needing his heat, "Jisung you're so fucking hot, but we can't when you have a little bean inside you" He whispered into my right ear, I grumbled in response which made him smirk. He rubbed my barely bulging belly with care, "My love you made me the happiest man alive. The person that I love the most is going to be the mother of my child" He said as he flipped us around so that I was underneath him and he was on top of me. I frowned, "Mother?" I asked. "Yeah, a mommy" He said with a teasing smile, I flushed at his words.

He gave occasional kisses to my small belly, I smiled at his cute, affectionate side. I really hoped our baby would turn out as sweet as he is with me. We are currently in hiding in Minho's mansion somewhere in Busan. How did we end up here? In another city in which we are wanted by the police?

5 months earlier.

I sighed as I skimmed the report of my newest client, Lee Minho. The man was a total psychopath. He had been in the asylum since the age of twenty-one because of his psychotic behavior that had happened more frequently during that age. I must admit he was good-looking, like, too good-looking for his own good. I wouldn't believe it if somebody told me that he was some psycho locked up in a mental institution that was located in the middle of nowhere. There was a soft knock on the door to my office that broke me free from my thoughts, so I simply hummed a response, "Dr. Han, you are needed in the conference room down the hall, " my colleague informed me, to which I accepted.

Who could possibly need me?

I got up and placed the file folder somewhere on my desk, closing the door with a small thud. I walked down the hallway with my heels clicking against the marble floor. I sighed nervously as I walked into the conference room to see my superiors sitting comfortably. When they eventually noticed me standing uncomfortably at the door, one of them motioned me to sit in one of the empty seats. I complied and stiffly sat down, "Dr. Han, I'm assuming that you read the file folder that was sent to your office earlier this day?" Asked Mr. Kim, with his hand under his chin. I simply nodded to his question. He narrows his eyes to me but lets my nonverbal answer slide.

"You know the rules: don't let the patient touch you in any way, don't let them play nasty tricks on you, don't get too comfortable around any patient since they are all criminals, and absolutely no falling in love. You'll get fired and reported to the police if you ever have sex with a patient in there. " Mr. Kim had listed off the rules. To be honest I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, it all sounded boring, I smiled and nodded with each rule he listed off so he would at least think that I was listening. "You'll be transported to the asylum today. So I hope you have everything packed for your trip. If not, you only have about three hours until your driver arrives here." Mr. Kim added as he gave me permission to leave.

I got up and bowed as I excused myself from the rest of my superiors, I ran through the hallway and into my office. I quickly got all my things and walked out of the tall building. As I walked down the street, my luck had decided to take an unannounced leave because I just had to run into my ex. He grabbed my shoulder and yanked me backward to a halt. He gave me those ugly puppy eyes that he thought would work on me after such a long time. "Jisung, why aren't you responding to my calls?" Chan asked me, " 'Cause they're not important,' I simply stated with a frown.