"Hobi!" You screamed at the top of your lungs.

"JAGI-WHAT?" Hoseok, peek into the crack of the bedroom that both of you shared.

You both were two years into marriage, and you are currently having your first child. You both were terrified and panic at anything that seems abnormal.

Hoseok was very excited to have a child of his own and is constantly taking care of you. Attending to your obnoxious needs, cravings that start at midnight and massaging your aching foot whenever the Hobi Jr, decides to kick a fuss. Literally.

"Hobii. I seriously need your company right now! This moment." You immediately spoke after seeing his worried face.

"Jagi, i am a little busy now. Can you wait?" Hoseok cooed, wiping a sweat with a spatula clutched in his hands.

"Hmph. Fine. Unless you want a cockroach near hobi jr." You crossed your arms leaning against the headrest.

"COCKROACH?! WHERE ISIT!" Hoseok, ran to take out an insect repellent. He was never fond of such pests and hated them to the core. Maybe it was becoming a father, that he learnt to be strong for you and hobi jr. Not that you were making use of him. Okay . Maybe a little. You have to suffer 9 months of this. He had to do his part.

But truth to be told, hoseok didn't allow you to do anything, worrying it would affect the baby in anyway negative. If not, you would be up and smacking a cockroach right this moment. You really love hoseok for being so protective of you but if only he didn't control you that much to the extent of checking if you drank finish 1.5litres of milk each day, which you come to hate.

You remembered the time the both of you quibbled about the gender of your baby and their names.

"Hosook!" You cheered.

"Nooo. Hee mang!"hoseok denied the name you chosen.

" I can feel it's a girl!" You said, rubbing your stomach.

"I know it's a boy you. I am his father!" Hope wrap an arm around you.

"God. I am carrying it. I know it's a girl." You argued.

"It can't be! Our first 3 kids should be a boy! So they can take care of their baby sister." Hoseok complained.

"Whatever. Protective daddy. And WHO SAID I WAS GOING TO GIVE BIRTH TO 3 MORE?!" You rolled your eyes, when you realised what he implied.

"I will make you." Hoseok winked.

"Fxxk you." You replied.

"That's right." Hoseok smirked.

"You are horrible. I will be fat and ugly." You shook your head.

"I will love you. No matter what you become." He snuggled into your neck.

"You better keep that promise."

Home

You were at home waiting for hoseok till the wee hours of the night. He was later than usual. Where is he. He had to take up more odd jobs to support a upcoming new born and a jobless you. So, as much as it was disappointing, you knew he had the both of you at his best interest.

"Hee mang-ah, your dad loves you a lot. A lot. Oh wait no. Love us. Hahas. " you closed your eyes as you rub your stomach.

*new text message from hobi-jagi?

You immediately opened up his message. To your horror, you see a lingering message that could never leave your mind till the day you die.

Hobi-jagi?: he's been fxxking me ever since you are pregnant.

With a picture of a smirking woman and a sleeping naked, hoseok. Completely oblivious of the situation.

Hobi-jagi?: i know you are reading this. Leave him already.

Tears welled up your eyes, you didn't know Hoseok was capable of lying. You hated the oblivious you. You hated the useless you. You hated the woman. But you couldn't bring yourself to hate him. You decided to trash things out. You picked up your belongings and stormed to the hotel the both of them were. In the process, you were continously calling him, for him to pick up the phone.

Hobi-jagi?: stop calling him. Just talk face to face. If you dare.

"He..lp." you weakly call out, stretching your bloodied hands out, "save my child." As you felt the pain surged right through you, lying flat on the ground, feeling the rain pelted. Hard. Against you entire body, as if you weren't in enough pain.

All you see was red. Black. More red.

Lastly, white.

Hoseok, could only stare at your lifeless body, face of despair and pain that was etched onto your face. He was the cause of it all.

"Sorry. (Y/n). Please. Wake up." He choked out these words, holding tight to your limp hands that were so cold, the coldest thing he ever touched.

"Let me make it up to you. (Y/n). Answer me. I am begging you." He sobbed.

"Sir. I am sorry for your lost but you need to calm down." The officer hold him back.

"I will make the person pay." He retorted, looking at you one last time.

Then it hit him. Hard. He was the one who landed you here. In this god damn place.

No. Everything was her fault. This is a lie. She made hoseok drunk and use it against you. How convenient. How pathetic.

"(Y/n), hee mang. I am so sorry."

Did that make you feel better?

Then go ahead.

"I will forgive you, only if i die."