Morning sickness was proving to be Mingyu’s biggest nemesis. Days began with nausea that seemed relentless, leaving him leaning over the bathroom sink more often than he cared to admit. The fatigue didn’t help, and even simple tasks felt monumental.
Wonwoo, on the other hand, had transformed into a full-time guardian. Every slight wince or groan from Mingyu had him rushing over, his dark eyes filled with worry. Mingyu was grateful for his husband’s care, but the overprotectiveness was starting to drive him a little crazy.
“Wonwoo, I can pour myself a glass of water,” Mingyu grumbled one morning as he reached for the kitchen cabinet.
Wonwoo was already at his side, gently taking the glass from his hand. “You shouldn’t strain yourself,” he said matter-of-factly, filling the glass and handing it to him. “Your body’s working overtime right now.”
Mingyu rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re going to smother me at this rate.”
“Good,” Wonwoo replied, his voice teasing but firm. “You’re not just you anymore. You’re carrying something precious.”
That protectiveness extended into Wonwoo’s work life, much to Mingyu’s chagrin. After one particularly bad morning of nausea, Wonwoo declared that Mingyu would be coming to the office with him.
“Wonwoo, I’m fine. I’ll just rest here,” Mingyu protested, gesturing to the couch.
“No,” Wonwoo said, already gathering Mingyu’s things. “If you’re resting, you’ll do it where I can keep an eye on you. End of discussion.”
Mingyu sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Wonwoo when he got like this.
At the office, Wonwoo’s employees were visibly shocked to see their usually stoic and commanding boss escorting his husband into the building with such care. Whispers rippled through the halls, but Wonwoo didn’t care. His priority was Mingyu, not appearances.
Mingyu ended up in Wonwoo’s expansive office, which was more like a luxurious lounge than a workspace. Wonwoo set up a comfortable spot for him on the couch, complete with pillows and a warm blanket.
But when Mingyu’s nausea hit again, Wonwoo abandoned his desk entirely. “Come here,” he murmured, guiding Mingyu onto his lap as he sat back in his office chair.
“Wonwoo, I’m too heavy,” Mingyu mumbled, though he didn’t resist.
Wonwoo shot him a pointed look. “Don’t be ridiculous. Just relax.”
Mingyu settled against him, his head resting on Wonwoo’s shoulder as the older man gently rubbed soothing circles on his belly. The motion, combined with the quiet hum of Wonwoo’s voice as he murmured reassuring words, helped ease the discomfort.
“This is ridiculous,” Mingyu said, though his tone lacked any real bite.
“You’re ridiculous,” Wonwoo countered, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Trying to handle everything yourself when you’ve got me.”
Mingyu sighed, letting himself sink further into Wonwoo’s warmth. “I guess it’s not so bad,” he admitted.
Wonwoo chuckled, his hand never stopping its gentle motions. “You’re stubborn, but you’re mine. Let me take care of you.”
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Arrange Marriage
FanfictionKim mingyu the sweet and naughty university student family arranges his marriage with the most ruthless and feared mafia boss of asia Jeon wonwoo, both of there fathers being long time friends and buisness partners.