Yu jin's POV
"I'm carrying your baby" I said
"Is this some sort of stupid joke?!" He asked back.
"You've got to be joking," Park Min said, and I could feel the flatness of it like a slap across my brain. His face didn't move, not a twitch, not a blink, nothing.
"I'm not joking," I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my hands were sweating and my heart was hammering like it wanted to punch out of my chest. I had rehearsed this moment in front of the mirror three times and yet here I was, standing in front of him like a complete idiot.
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose slowly, the way people do when they've decided the problem isn't them but the idiot in front of them. " Let me get this straight, you're an Omega," he said finally, almost like he was explaining it to himself, "and I'm human."
"Yes, I know," I said. "Still pregnant. Congratulations on remembering biology class."
He didn't react. Just stared, eyes cold and sharp, and then said, like it was the most normal thing in the world, "Get rid of it."
I blinked at him, my stomach twisting like it had finally decided to revolt against me. "What?" I said, and I swear my voice sounded small even though I wanted to roar.
"You heard me," he said. "Abort it. Whatever this is, it's not my problem."
I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, and I didn't know which one to choose first, so I did the only thing that felt human: I just stood there blinking at him while my brain tried to catch up. "Not your problem?" I said finally, my voice shaking in spite of myself. "You can ruin someone's life but apparently, it's not your problem. Brilliant logic, Park Min."
He shrugged like it was nothing. "I'm human. You knew the risks, and I'm not going to raise some baby after a one night stand, I don't even like men!"
I went crazy, "you don't like men?" laughed bitterly, not because it was funny, but because otherwise I would have started crying in front of him, and he wouldn't have cared. "You are unbelievable," I muttered, " When you were fucking me hard, two months ago, you didn't know you didn't like men? When you went on and on and kept cuming in me you didn't know too? You son of a bitch."
"I know what this is" he said slowly getting up
"The only reason I remember you is because you're pretty and to be honest you're too pretty for a boy, anyone in my shoes would've done the same mistake and I was drunk, I just got in my twenties I'm still too young for all this, and if you were a girl I'd consider but this damn omegaverse humans, I don't like boys and I don't like you, I'll never raise a baby made out of a mistake between two men, so you either lose it or die trying to keep it and who knows if this my baby? You work in a club right? There's plenty of alpha out there and it could be theirs" he finally said leaning in.
CRACKKKK
I landed a slap across his face as the tears slid down my face, there was nothing I could say as my knees went weak but somehow I managed to turn and walk out before I said something I would regret.
And while I stood there outside his office, trying to figure out how to breathe without collapsing in the middle of the hallway, my mind went back to that night, the one night that had ruined everything without either of us meaning for it to.
***
It started at the club. I was behind the bar, serving drinks and pretending I liked living and life wasn't hard, trying not to glare at every drunk idiot who stumbled past me. And then he walked in. Park Min. Already drunk, but not sloppy he moved like he belonged in another world entirely, calm, sharp and expensive.
He sat at the bar and ordered whiskey like it was water. He kept looking at me the whole time, like I was the only person in the room, and I thought maybe I had something on my face, or maybe my hair was weird. Then he said, "You're pretty."
I rolled my eyes. "You're drunk," I said, trying not to sound impressed, which of course failed miserably.
He squinted at me. "You're not mad I said that?"
I blinked. "Do I look like I am?"
He blinked back like he was genuinely confused, and for a moment I wondered if he even knew what he was saying. Then he smiled, tired and broken in a way that made me stop caring about all the rules of the world for exactly two seconds.
By the time he'd finished his fifth glass, he was wobbling. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't leave him there. So I did the stupidest, most reckless thing I've ever done in my life: I took him home.
My apartment wasn't much, barely enough space for two, bad plumbing, dim lights, clutter everywhere but it was quiet and, for some reason, I thought maybe he needed that. He threw up once. Fell asleep on the floor. I almost left him there, but then he said something, half-asleep, almost a whisper: "She's gone."
And that hit me differently than anything else. I didn't ask who "she" was. I didn't care. I just dragged him to the bed, cleaned him up, made sure he wasn't going to choke.
Then he pulled me closer. Just desperate. "Don't go," he said.
And I didn't.
He leaned his lips on mine and slightly opened mine and let him kiss me, I thought it was a simple kiss but he kept sucking and his hands slid down to my trouser when he sent his hand in I lost it, I pulled him up, removed his shirt and he started from my neck, he traced it down, removed mine too and when I took his trouser off, that was when everything went wrong and I lost my virginity to this guy.
***
Morning came, and he was gone. No note, no number, just his name from last night. I told myself it didn't matter. It was just one night. No big deal. But still it was my first sex and I wanted to remember what he smelled like. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse the nausea started.
At first I blamed the food, then stress, then maybe karma. The fourth time I puked before noon, I gave up pretending. Went to the hospital, sat there bouncing my legs, stomach twisting, heart trying to escape. The doctor looked at me and said, flatly, "You're pregnant."
I laughed. Out loud. Right there in the office. "That's… not possible," I said.
She blinked slowly. "It's very possible."
Pregnant. My body, my life, all of it spinning out of control. And the father? I didn't know him. Didn't know where he lived, didn't know his last name. All I had was one name, told to me drunkenly, thinking I wouldn't remember. Park Min.
I didn't know if I should cry, scream, or laugh some more, so I did all three at once in my head and tried to keep my face neutral.
***
Then I started looking. Instagram. Facebook. LinkedIn. Nothing. A few semi-promising profiles, but no confirmation. So I went to his school, asked old friends. At first they were suspicious. One guy even gave me the "why the hell are you asking about him?" look like I was some psycho, which, let's be honest, I was probably edging into. Eventually, someone gave me what I needed. "Park Min? Works at X Conglomerate now."
And that was it. I had an address. That was all.
Standing outside the building, I realized I was shaking, not just from nerves, but from the nausea that had been following me all day. I tried to walk in like I was calm, like I knew exactly what I was doing, and maybe I succeeded for a second before my stomach reminded me that I was not calm at all.
Minutes later, I was in the office. And there he was. Leaning back in his chair, hands on the desk, eyes narrowing the second he saw me.
And I was so surprised he remembered me, "how did you find me?" Was all he asked.
"You told me your name…"
"Fuck no!"
"What fuck no?! You're mad I know you're name but you're not mad you coul
dn't control your dick?!" And this was before I told I was pregnant and forced to abort.