EXO -> {Mafia AU} -> They find out you’re pregnant
Requested: Yes
Group: EXO
Genre: Fluff. Angst.
Warnings: Swearing. Weapons. References to bad childhoods. Kidnapping.
Xiumin
Sleep never did come easily to Minseok because of the various consequences for all the blood that he had on his hands. Being a man in a powerful position such as his came with a price, and that price was that his head on a platter was the desired gift for his enemies, especially since he has wrong them so many times. Therefore he never found the peace that came with sleep, which is why he was always on the go because of his inability of finding some kind of uninterrupted bliss.
But of course after yo became involved in his life, that changed. Suddenly Minseok was able to get things in life which didn’t involve in killing someone or paying an overwhelming amount for it. Instead, it just naturally came to him. Perhaps it was because you always wanted to be snuggled from behind when you lay in the bed, or that you liked to listen to his heartbeat after a particularly hard day at work, but either way Minseok found himself getting lulled into an unconscious bliss by listening to your steady breaths as you slept beside him. And for probably the first time, he found some kind of peace.
He is a creature of habit, hence why when you were not in bed with him, he was unable to fall asleep because he was so used to cradling you in his arms, being his warm body which just kept him cemented in sleepy bliss. Which leads to the slight problem of him immediately waking up whenever he didn’t feel your body pressed against his or your very presence in the bed. When he felt you no longer in the bed with him, his eyelids fluttered open and his shot up in the bed in alarm when he heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom.
The connecting bathroom to his bedroom was on and he no doubt could distinguish your voice through the retching noises, which prompted him to hastily leave the bed and hurry over, pushing opening the door to find you in the kneeling position, holding yourself over the toilet as you emptied out your stomach contents. He immediately stepped towards your in concern.
“Y/N?” He called out, walking over until he was right behind you. You looked over your shoulder and opened your mouth to say something before whirling back to empty out your stomach once again. Minseok immediately kneeled behind you and pulled your hair back, holding it together with one hand while pressing a comforting hand against your back while he waited for you to finish. He waited for a few moments before speaking. “Is everything okay?”
“Not...really.” You breathed, leaning your forehead against your hand as you felt nausea circle through your entire body, the taste of bile still present in your mouth. Minseok pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder.
“Should I call in a doctor? Is it something you ate?“ He asked, thinking back on the dinner which the two of you had last night. He did not think that anything was wrong with it, but something was upsetting your stomach and he could not think of anything else which could cause it, unless you were coming down on something. You shook your head.
“No...I kind of have an idea of what caused it.” you said, tearing some toilet paper away from the roll and wiping your mouth with it before tossing it in the toilet and flushing. You turned around to face Minseok, him looking at you with a steady look as he waited for a further explanation, making you swallow nervously which did not go unnoticed.
“Y/N?” He called out, his hand comfortingly resting on your hip while his other hand reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, making you smile slightly at his soft touch. You lifted your hand to grab his, bringing it down to rest on your thigh before you looked at him directly in the eye.
“Minseok...I’m pregnant.”
“...”
Being part of the mafia worlds usually comes with the understanding to expected the unexpected, which Minseok was very good with, but with you suddenly say that you pregnant, he definitely did not expect that. He just stared at you slack jawed, his eyes trying to detect any soft of deception in yours but he could find none, and then he glanced at your stomach which was still quite flat.
“P-Pregnant?” He repeated, eyes now fixed on your stomach as the news began to circulate in his head. You nodded and took the his hand to press it over your stomach, covering it with your own.
“Yes. Pregnant.”
While he didn’t know if he should be feeling anything yet, Minseok just slightly pressed his hand a bit more into your stomach, staring at it intensely before finally glancing back at your eyes, seeing you looking at him with nervous expectation as you waited for his final reaction to the news. But he was still rather stunned and he was now imagining the idea of him holding a young baby, one which had his eyes and your nose, or maybe your hair and your lips, along with his eyebrows or chin. His lips then slowly quirked upwards into a small smile.
“Okay.” He said, not really feeling the need to say anything else as his smile increased slightly as he looked back at your barely and gently rubbed his fingers against it. “Okay.”
Suho
There was always a constant danger to your life because of your connection to Junmyeon, as the wife of a mafia boss was most often the only weakness which enemies could exploit in their type of business. So when an all out war had begun between Jungmyeon’s gang and the Bangtan Sonyeondan gang, Junmyeon had to make sure that he kept you out of the line of fire, hence why he decided to have you sent away for a while to limit the risk of you being in danger.
However with you being his wife, you hardly made it easy for him and made sure to remind him of how stupid that you believed that he was being as you wanted to remain by his side despite the danger that it possessed. But he would hear none of it and ensured that you were sent to another country with the needed protection to make sure that you remained safe, with you protesting about it the entire time.
But despite of his persistent inclinations to keep you away safe, he still missed you. It was only natural, you were his wife and before the day you legally became his because of law, he always craved your attention, marrying you was just the extra icing on the cake. He was half-tempted to bring you back just so he could have your presence again but he knew better than to do that. Your safety came first above anything else, even above his own desires to have you back with him, so he relented in order to ensure that no harm came to you.
But then the phone call came, and everything came to a standstill.
“What did you say?” He said, his grip on his phone shaking as he stood frozen on the spot, about to head into a meeting with the rest of his members to discuss the next stage of planning. He heard some rustling on your side before you sighed and repeated what you said.
“I’m pregnant.”
You had been sent away not too long ago, about a month or so, and doing the math is his head, Junmyeon knew that it was his. But now with the war going on, just how the hell was he supposed to keep his head on straight to keep his gang alive and with the winning hand that he has over his enemy. His knees shook as they suddenly lost their strength and he slumped against the wall to support himself from collapsing completely.
“...Dammit Y/N.” He cursed, bringing his hand to his face to rub it insistently. He heard you scoff.
“Oh so sorry it is not the news you wanted to hear, especially given the precarious time that your precious gang is in.”
Sarcasm was often something you went to when you were upset about something, and given his reaction to the news and the situation he has put you in, he did not blame you for being upset, but his mind and heart were working in two different directions at the moment and he wasn’t thinking straight.
“Now is not a good time.”
“Oh, would you like me to get a refund then? Go back in time and make sure that we didn’t say goodbye in an oh so passionate way? Of course darling, anything for you.”
“Y/N-”
“Don’t Y/N me. The fact that the only thing you have said that now is not a good time to have a baby is more than enough to tell me what you think of this, of what you think of me.” He heard your voice crack at the end, a clear sign that you emotions were starting to break through the surface and an ice cold flush of dread washed over him as he listened to you.
“Y/N, that is not what-”
“No, let me leave you be. I’m guessing you are about to go to a meeting now? Have fun while I stay here pregnant without my husband knowing that he isn’t happy about this.”
You hung up before he could say anything else, and the second he heard the sound he knew that he fucked up. Junmyeon all but threw his phone to the floor before sliding down to it, covering his face as he cursed under his breath while his mind was whirling about his thoughts while his heart was only increasing his need to have you in his arms.
“Dammit...fucking dammit!” He cursed, angrily kicking his legs before he slumped his head back against the wall, his teeth gritted tightly while he continued to curse. “Damn it all.”
The news was just sprung on him so suddenly, he didn’t know what to think or feel, the timing was just not good. He knew that you would not do anything rash, especially now considering the news you just told him, but he always know he had fucked up badly with you. He needed to make it up to you...as well as maintain his gang through this stupid war.
Lay
The knife which Yixing was using to make dinner for the two of you fell out of his hands, food the last thing on his mind as he turned to look at you in shock, your body standing in the kitchen doorway with the pregnancy stick in your hands which gave you the answer that you were expecting to explain the reason of why you were late.
“What?” Yixing, still staring at you in shock even though he had heard your words so clearly. You swallowed before repeating yourself.
“I’m pregnant.”
Yixing leaned heavily on the counter, his chest feeling tight with mixed emotions while he tried to support himself both mind and body at the news. Pregnant? You? Just the thought of you carrying a baby, his baby, it was just...something he hadn’t considered before. He never really thought about his future with you, or rather the promises of a future with you. He knew that he was going to keep you in his life, you were his in every single way just as he was yours, but a baby...he never considered having a baby.
Now with the knowledge that you were carrying a part of him in your belly, a part of him which he had helped create, it just...changed things somehow. Even though Yixing had a relatively clear direction of his life, especially given his talents to his gang, suddenly things just began to sharp around him and the clearest thing which was the primary focus in everything was you. You were were the beginning and the last all of a sudden. He loves his gang, he is loyal to his gang, but now his priorities have shifted, his entire plans have shifted.
He moved away from the counter and walked to you, a steady look in his eyes as he stood in front of you and took the pregnancy stick from your hands to look at it. Two lines. A positive. A symbol of the type of future that he was going to have with you.
He felt the intensity of your eyes on him, waiting for his further reaction as he has not said anything else to you since your announcement. It was still the very early stages of the pregnancy, the baby hardly the size of a bean and yet it was growing in your belly, and Yixing was the father. Obviously neither you nor him discussed the future beyond than the two of you remaining together, but now it seemed life just tossed the two of you a massive curve ball that neither of you could dodge or hit back.
You were pregnant with Yixing’s baby, the baby of a mafia boss, and you can only imagine what kind of dangers which will pose to it, especially given Yixing’s reputation in the mafia world.
“Marry me.”
Yixing watched as your head shot up in shock, staring at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw, but he kept his face composed as he continued to look you with steady determination.
“What?” You said, this time being the one taken aback from words.
“Marry me.” Yixing repeated, not bothering to ask you for it because he knew that was what he wanted and he has always been one that always gets what he wants, including you.
“Yixing-”
“We’re going to get married, and we are going to be parents. Might as well do it right.”
Yixing never did properly plan for his future with you, content with his life now, but now with the knowledge that you were pregnant with his baby, he knew everything which he needed to know and what he needed to do. You and his baby were the first ones in his life now, his gang second. While he heard that men often become soft after families, he never considered he would be one of them. But he didn’t care what others thought.
He was going to be a husband and father, and he was going to be damn sure to make everything safe and perfect for his family.
Baekhyun
The silence was deafening in Baekhyun’s office as you stood in the middle of the room, hands nervously twisting together as you waited for his reaction, Baekhyun not moving his gaze from the paper work which he doing before you had come him with the insistent need to discuss something with him. While he wanted to wait until he returned home, you simply could not wait, which resulted in you blurting out the fact that you were...well...
“Pregnant.” Baekhyun repeated slowly, as if he was testing the word out on his tongue, and judging from the scowl on his lips, he did not like it. He finally looked from his paper work and stared hard at you, his lips fixed in a deep scowl as he narrowed his eyes. “How certain are you?”
You were unsure on how to react from his steely look, and nervously looked down at your feet to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, fingers twisting with each other once again as your nerves continued to increase. “I took the test this morning, and I am late this month so-”
“So you have not gone to a hospital yet to make sure?” Baekhyun asked, or rather stated as he continued to give you a hard look. You swallowed nervously but shook your head, making Baekhyun continue to stare at you for a few moments before finally looking away, freeing you from his gaze before he started to tidy his desk and stand up from it.
“What are you-”
“I want to personally oversee if you truly are pregnant. We are going to the hospital.”
Baekhyun picked up his jacket that was hanging over his chair before walking over to you, taking your hand in his before leading you out his office and down the corridor to head towards the parking lot of his headquarters, you staring at him in confusion and shock the entire time. When the two of you eventually got to the car, he opened the passenger side for you as usual before getting into the driver’s seat and taking off in the direction of the closest hospital.
But while it would seem that it would perhaps be a good thing that Baekhyun was personally taking you to the hospital to be certain about your pregnant, his death grip on the steering wheel and the tightness of his jaw told you another story. You subconsciously covered your stomach with your hands as you continued to look at his profile.
“Baekhyun.” You called out, him humming in response to let you know that he was listening. You nervously licked your lips. “Are you...happy about me being possibly pregnant?”
You waited for his answer, hoping for him to give it to your straight away, but instead Baekhyun remained silent. His grip on the steering wheel impossibly tightened even more and this time you are a glaring glint in his eyes as his jaw muscles twitched as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, smoothly parking the car and turning off the engine before finally turning to you to give you an answer.
“No.”
And just like a bullet, a hole was shot through your chest with the direct answer. Even when Baekhyun unbuckled your seat belt for you and got out of the car to walk to your side and help you out of the seat, the effect of his answer had shook your entire core. His hand on your lower back that insistently guided you into the hospital was no longer comforting like a lover, but rather like a jailer leading a prisoner to death row.
“Baekhyun-”
“Once the doctor confirms your status, we will do whatever is necessary.”
His tone was cold and controlled, and you did not feel any warmth from him at all, not like you usually did. Your hands now protectively covered your stomach while you stared at him like he was some kind of stranger but Baekhyun shrugged it off as he lead you into the hospital.
He was not going to bring a child into this world, not a child that was connected to him in any kind of way. He was not going to lose you to some subdivision of himself, he refused. And you were going to see that eventually when the two of you find out the true status of your supposed pregnancy. He was not going to let another him come into this world only to take you away from him.
Chen
Jongdae was a complex man, never one to reveal his emotions to others because once one knew the intentions of another, they would figure out a way to try manipulate the outcome, which is why Jongdae always kept his thoughts and emotions to himself. And when he become involved with you, he remained an enigma because of his habit of being closely guarded, and that was due to the type of environment he was forced into from a young age.
However he was not an uncaring man, he just had a cool composure. He did care for you, you knew that he did. He was a constant presence in your life which made sure that you were cared for an loved. When he kissed you, he filled you with warmth, and the way he held you at night with your back pressed tightly against his bare chest, he made you feel protected. Even though he found it difficult to open up, he made sure that you knew that he cared for you, that he loved you, even though he did not really say it with words.
But today was the first time that you saw his composed mask crack. His jaw muscle twitched and you watched as his mask piece by piece began to crack as he stared down at the pregnancy stick which you had given him, with two red stripes staring up at him while he sat on the bed with you standing in front of him, waiting for some sort of reaction.
Jongdae usually viewed emotions as a weakness, especially given how the feeling of vulnerability made him feel sick to his stomach as in the past he learnt very quickly and harshly that emotions could lead to one’s death, especially with the wrong company. But staring down at his future with you, with the promise that there was a life with you which he had helped to create, it just made him feel so many things.
Fear, worry, concern, nervousness, but most of all...joy.
Joy and hope, those were the dominant feelings that he had boiling up in his chest and when he finally looked up to lock eyes with you, his love for you just came pouring out of him that he did not even realize that he was on his feet until he was swallowing your gasp as he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close to him. He pulled away just so he could rest his forehead against yours, still clutching the pregnancy stick tightly in his hand as he stared at you.
“You complete me.” He uttered, the intense emotion behind it nearly knocking you off your feet.
He then hugged you tightly, nearly squeezing you to death with how tight he was hugging you. You felt his body trembling slightly and when you opened your moth to say something, you heard the most abnormal sound coming from your usually stoic lover.
A sniffle.
For the first time in a long time, Jongdae allowed himself to cry. But not because of sadness, but because of the overwhelming amount of joy that he was feeling right now. He was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother. The two of you were going to have a family. The very idea of having a family of his own just filled him with so much joy that he just couldn’t help but cry in relief and in happiness.
While he did not usually say how much he loved you, the way he was breaking up in your arms told you just how much he did. He never broke open in front of anyone, not even in front of his own gang members, so that fact that he was giving you this sole opportunity to see him vulnerable, you treasured it, Because Jongdae was overjoyed that he was going to have a child with you, and that the two of you were going to be the part of something great.
“Thank you Y/N...thank you.”
He meant it. He truly meant it. He loved you and he was grateful to you. You have given him so much more meaning to his life. And he was not going to waste a single moment of it.
“Thank you for everything.”
Chanyeol
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”
Each time that Chanyeol cursed, a bullet was shot into one of the training targets until it was littered with holes. Chanyeol cursed loudly as he empty yet another cartridge of bullets, making him throw it across the room while he stormed over the table to grab yet another gun, only to be stopped with a hand on the shoulder.
“Cool it Chanyeol, you don’t want to blow the whole place up.” Chanyeol roughly swiped the hand off him.
“I’m dealing with guns, not fucking bombs.” Chanyeol growled at Junmyeon, shoving him away from him while he began to put together the next gun he was going to use. Junmyeon sighed.
“It is not bad news, I don’t understand why you are reacting this way.” Chanyeol whirled around to glare at his boss, teeth gritted tightly together while fury burned in his eyes.
“If you had a life like me, you would understand why I hate this so much.” He growled before storming back to the line to shoot at the two target which had been brought out.
Chanyeol did not grow up easy, it being one of the reasons of why he became involved in the mafia world in the first place. Getting abandoned by some deadbeat parents, Chanyeol had moved from foster home to foster home before eventually taking off into the streets where he learned how to survive on his own. He suffered a lot growing up, especially by the hands of adults who were poisonous and vile, that just remembering them made Chanyeol sick to his gut. He has seen the worst in the people, and he hates to think back on where he had come from because it just reminds him of how wretched this world really is.
“She hasn’t even told you yet.”
“I saved her the fucking trouble.” Chanyeol snapped, emptying yet another cartridge in his furious shooting.
When you had told him that morning that you had a few appointments that afternoon, he was suspicious because of how weird you were acting. So he had one of his men follow you around while he worked with his gang, and it was from the one phone call from his subordinate that his past life came back alive and kicking at him with furious blows. The fact that he was bringing another being into this sick world, it just infuriated him.
“She’s pregnant Chanyeol. Its a good thing-”
“It’s not a fucking good thing!” Chanyeol screamed before slamming the gun down and whirling aorund to look at his leader, eyes blazing in fury while he practically snarled like an animal. “I don’t want a fucking kid, I don’t want to contribute to this fucked up world and all of its poison! I don’t fucking want it!”
“Chanyeol-”
“If I have to cut open her belly myself then I will do it! I won’t let Y/N bring in some lowlife little shit in this world if it is the last thing I do! I’m not having a kid and that’s the fucking end of it!”
“...Is that so?” A soft but lethal voice called out, making Chanyeol whirl around to the entrance of the shooting range to see the murderous sight of you.
You stood at the doorway in a dress, looking beautiful as ever, but your eyes were murderous and you instinctively had a hand covering your stomach while you held a box in your other hand. You glanced at Junmyeon who had noticed your presence long before Chanyeol did and then back to him, your lips fixed in a permanent scowl.
“Well since you have made you intentions clear, I will be on my way.”
You dropped the box to the floor and stormed out the door, prompting Chanyeol to immediately give chase as no matter how he was feeling right now, he could not let you walk away from him. Not now, not ever.
D.O.
Kyungsoo had been away for five months for a mission, something he hated because it meant that he was away from you, but it was something that he had to do because it was important for his gang to make sure that the mission was a success. And of course you were unable to contact him during those three months because he could not afford any distractions that could disrupt him from his mission in the annihilation of his gang’s foreign rivals, nor give any indication that he had a weakness that could be used against him.
He was well assured though that you were taken care of, his gang watching over you during his absence. However when he finally returned, they did not bother to tell him about your bodily status, especially he was going to find out soon enough when the two of you were going to reunite.
When he finally arrived home and laid his eyes on you as you were in the kitchen, he breathed out your name before hurrying towards you, sweeping you into a hug which you readily returned as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. But as he did the same thing to you, he noticed a slight difference to your body, or rather felt it as he tried to pull you closer to him as he missed the feeling of your body against his.
There almost felt like...a barrier of space.
Kyungsoo slowly pulled away to look at you and his eyes all but bulged out when he noticed the slight belly which you had, quite different from the relatively flat belly you had before he had left. He glanced back to look at your eyes and this time he saw that you were waiting for him with patient excitement as you smiled at him while your hands rested on his arms, not wanting him to let go for even a second. Kyungsoo’s lips parted as he glanced at your belly again and then back at you.
“Are you...”
You nodded, a smile crawling on your face while shock dawn on Kyungsoo’s face. He stared at your belly again, it still being quite subtle but enough to tell him the truth. You were pregnant. Pregnant with his baby.
...
..
.
And his gang didn’t tell him a single thing about it.
Anger immediately flared up in Kyungsoo as he stepped away, determined to storm back to headquarters where he was going to fire bullets straight into the foreheads of his members because how dare they keep such an important thing from him. You were pregnant with his baby! Why the fuck would they not tell him about something as important as that? He was going to kill them, he really was going to kill them.
“Kyungsoo don’t!” You exclaimed, hugging him from behind and pressing himself against you as best as you could. “Don’t be mad at them!”
“You were pregnant and they didn’t tell me! I will fucking kill them!”
“You were on a mission love.”
“Mission be damned! I should have been here!”
“But you are now.” You said, pressing a kiss on his neck before reaching for one of his hands bringing it to your stomach so that he may feel it.
While the baby wasn't’ kicking yet, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but freeze at the feeling of your pregnant belly, making him turn to stare at it in astonishment while you covered his hand with your own to keep it there. He was furious with his gang for keeping this from him, but now...he was here. Here with you with his hand on your belly, hoping to feel some kind of movement from the life he helped create.
“...”
He didn’t say a word as he continued to feel your stomach, which prompted you to wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in closer and to press a kiss to your lips before whispering against them.
“You’re here now.”
And he was never going to leave again. Not now, not ever.
Kai
While Jongin adored you, he did not marry you for your cooking. Despite your attempts to try prepare meals for him, they always did end up in failure, not that he minded since he did have a professional cook permanently hired in order to prepare food for the two of you every day. But when he had returned home, instead of the glorious smell of Miss Choi’s cooking, he instead smelt smoke and that immediately told him that you had dismissed Miss Choi for the day to cook for yourself.
You were incredibly determined, which was one of the things which he did marry you for.
Just the sight of you made Jongin smile as he stepped into the kitchen, chuckling as you cursed loudly as you opened the oven and a small trail of smoke snuck out from the gap which made you curse even more and actually hit the oven as you closed it.
“What did the poor oven do to you?”
You jumped when you heard Jongin’s voice, making him chuckle as he walked into the kitchen and gather you into his arms as he greeted you with a kiss. You pulled away from him with flushed cheeks.
“Y-You’re home early.”
“I wanted to come home to my wife, is that a crime?” He teased, knowing that you will quip him about being a gang leader and so he is always performing some sort of illegal act. But instead you said nothing, glancing at the oven while biting your bottom lip with nervous contemplation. He cocked his head. “Something wrong?”
“Not...exactly. I just thought...that I would have had it ready by when you came home. Clearly not.” You sighed, unwinding your arms from around him before rubbing your eyes in frustration. Jongin immediately looked at you in concern.
“What do you mean?” You sighed before looking at him, no longer biting your lip but still looking nervous nonetheless.
“Just look in the oven. It will tell you.” You said, making Jongin look at you in confusion before looking at the oven.
Deciding that perhaps it was wise for him to do what you said, Jongin walked to the oven and opened it, leaning away as a bit of smoke escaped the cavern and to reveal a brunt bun on a baking tray. He stared at it for a long moment before looking at you with an unsure looking.
“Did you try a new recipe or something?” He asked, which made you gape at him.
“No I...no!” You exclaimed, making him jump slightly from the volume of your voice. Jongin looked back at the bun, eyebrows furrowing before reaching inside the oven to touch it. It was rock hard. He looked back at you.
“Don’t worry, I will still eat it.” Even though his stomach began to internally protest, he hated seeing you look so upset so he will gladly eat some burnt bun to make you smile. But it seemed to be the wrong thing to say as you actually stomped your foot before shaking your head.
“No! I...it’s...what is it?!” You demanded, making Jongin blink at you in confusion before glancing at the bun and then back at you.
“A bun?”
“And where is it?”
“...In the oven?”
You then looked at him expectantly, eyes wide and your arms spread out as you stared at him intently, as off waiting for the penny to drop. But Jongin clearly showed on his face that he had no idea at what you were trying to say, which made you groan in frustration.
“What is it altogether babe? Put it together!”
“A bun...in the oven?” Jongin tested, looking at you carefully as you impatiently stared at him.
You were clearly trying to tell him something, but he still couldn’t quite understand what it was. He looked back at the oven and the bun and furrowed his eyebrows in thought, the sentence repeating in his head before suddenly his eyes widened in realizing, the implication dawning on him before he whipped his head around to look at you.
“Are you pregnant?” He asked, or rather demanded, as hope suddenly began to boil up in his stomach and fill his entire body.
Your body finally relaxed as Jongin figured it out and you let out a relieved sigh before finally nodding, only to squeal seconds later when Jongin suddenly swept you into his arm and twirling you around the kitchen, delighted laughter filling the room as joy overwhelmed his entire body.
Sehun
Sehun was protective over you, he always has been, and with the two of you getting married, his protectiveness only increased and while you thought it was a bit much and thought that hopefully it was ease up once the two of you got married, you were proven so terribly wrong because it only seemed to get worse. Therefore the newly married bliss quickly faded away when the two of you got into your first fight since getting married.
“You are too controlling! Let me breathe!
“It is my job to protect you!”
“Protect me! Not smother me!”
And so you had walked out to breathe, ordering Sehun to not send any men after you unless he wanted to be newly divorced after getting married. He should have risked it because now you were snatched away from him from some foreign gang that thought they could get milk out some power out of Sehun. And while he was working hard to get you back, snarling angrily at the taunting calls that he would get, today he was absolutely frozen in shock while the phone call was on speaker in the middle of the meeting room, his members learning the truth at the same time as him.
“What...did you say...” Sehun uttered, looking at the phone with an intense look as the words circled aorund his head while his heart felt like it was slowly getting squeezed by a python.
“Aww, did you new wifey not tell you before she came on a little date with us? Aw well we are honored to inform you then! Congratulations, you are going to be a father!”
Sehun immediately thought back to the day where the two of you had fought, to how angry he was that you had left without informing him or taking any bodyguards with you despite the two of you being on honeymoon. You had wanted to tell him something, something important, but he did not give you the chance, immediately attacking you with his vicious words.
He now knew what you had wanted to tell him.
“She is only just starting to show too, hmm, do you think it will be a boy or a girl? If it is a boy, hmm how unfortunate that he will look like his father, but a lovely little girl who looks just like her mother, now that would be a gift to the world.”
Just hearing the slightly husked tone of the man’s voice sent fury through Sehun’s veins and he all but slammed his hands on the table as he glared at the phone furiously, his entire body shaking as imagined the ways he would torture the men keeping you captive.
“If you so much lay a finger on my wife, you’re dead.”
“My my, making threats to someone who is holding your pregnant wife captive? Tsk tsk, and here I thought you weren’t an amateur.”
Sehun was going to kill them, he was going to kill every single one of them and make them watch each other as he snips their lifelines one by one. But first he needed to get you back. He needed to get you and...and just love you. To embrace you and to tell you that he was never going to raise his voice at you again. And that he was happy, that he was happy that you were pregnant, that you and his family was growing, to just tell you that he will make you the happiest woman alive.
He needed you. He just needed you. He needed his family.
“...You have made a grave mistake making a move on my family.” Sehun growled to the phone, which only prompted the man’s voice to chuckle into the speaker.
“You made the grave mistake of letting your wife wander around a foreign city in her state, quite the failure of a newlywed if you ask me.”
“Nobody is asking you shit.” Sehun growled, only prompting another laugh.
“No one needs to, now unless you want me to start marring the beautiful skin of your wife, you will give in to our demands, unless married life doesn’t really entice you any longer.”
Sehun going to make them pay putting you through this torture, for making you and his future baby go through his torture. He was going to save you and make it up to you, he was never going to let any harm come to you again. That was an oath he was willing to take.
