Pregnant for the straight CEO Chapter 116

~Woo Min~

I stumbled out of that hotel room like the walls were closing in, shirt half-buttoned, shoes barely on, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack one. The hallway blurred past , elevator dinged too loud, and then I was outside in the cold night air, sucking it in like I’d been drowning. Hana and Anning were gone, really gone and I didn’t bla them. I’d fucked everything up again. Sa old story.

I just needed to get ho. Clear my head. Figure out what the hell that pull in my chest even ant anymore.

Footsteps behind . Fast ones.

"Woo Min!"

Junho’s voice cracked on my na, raw and pissed and hurt all at once. I didn’t turn around. Just kept walking, faster now, hands shoved deep in my pockets.

"Leave alone, man."

"No." He caught up, grabbed my arm hard enough to spin . His eyes were red, cheeks streaked, but the anger was fresh. "You don’t get to run away again. Not after that shitshow."

I yanked my arm free. "I’m not running. I just.... I need to go ho."

He laughed, bitter and loud. "Ho. Right. Where you can pretend none of this happened? Where you can wait for your stupid soulmate to knock on the door?"

"Junho... "

"Fuck you." He shoved , not hard, just enough to make a point. "I’m coming with you. You owe that much."

I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to scream that I didn’t owe him anything. But the look on his face goodness gracious , he looked wrecked. And I’d done that. So I just sighed and kept walking. He followed two steps behind the whole way, silent now, breathing loud like he was holding back more yelling.

The cab ride was torture. He sat pressed against the door, staring out the window, jaw clenched. I stared at my phone, no texts from Hana, no surprise there.

When we got to my place, the lights were on. Front door cracked open.

My stomach dropped.

"Soone’s in there," Junho muttered, suddenly alert.

"Yeah." I pushed the door slow, heart racing again. " I left soone here ."

But the second I stepped inside, Yu Jin was there. Standing in my living room, his hands clasped in front of him, eyes soft and way too calm.

"Woo Min." He smiled, small and tired. "Finally."

Junho hovered behind , tense. "Yu Jin, what’s going on?"

Yu Jin didn’t even glance at him. Just kept looking at , eyes shining like he was about to cry but holding it back. "I’ve been waiting. I needed to thank you. Properly."

I swallowed. "Thank for what?"

He stepped closer, voice dropping low and serious. "Everything. You saved . More tis than you know. That night 5 years when the artificial suppressants failed to protect I and my baby and I almost lost control you dragged out, held down until I stabilized. You risked your license, your freedom, everything. And the way you were by . The money you funneled when no one else would help. The way you fought for us when the community wanted us locked up or worse."

I shifted, uncomfortable. "That was nothing. Anyone would.... "

"No." He cut off, sharp. "No one else did. You did. Over and over. And I never got to say it right."

Junho crossed his arms, glaring between us. "Okay, touching reunion."

Yu Jin ignored him completely. Stepped even closer, grabbed both my hands in his. His were shaking. "I’d do anything for my son. Anything. Even give my life. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I agreed to this."

My throat went tight. Sothing in his voice...final. Too final. "Agreed to what?"

He squeezed my hands harder. "The procedure. To free him. Fully."

I pulled back a step. "Yu Jin, wait..."

But then I heard it. Quiet sobbing from outside. Through the open window.

I walked over, pushed the curtain aside.

Park Min was out there on the porch steps, knees pulled to his chest, face buried in his arms, shoulders shaking hard with every cry. He looked small. Broken. I’d never seen him like that. Not once. Park Min, the guy who laughed off everything, who smirked through pain like it was a joke, big Park min. Crying like the world was ending.

"What the fuck is going on?" I whispered.

Yu Jin ca up behind , voice soft. "He can’t stop it. He knows he can’t. And it’s killing him."

I turned back. "Talk to . All of it."

Yu Jin took a shaky breath, nodded once. "When I followed my dad, He Led to this professor Shin. Everyone thought he was an enigma himself, this mysterious dangerous thing no one could touch. But no. He wasn’t. He’d handled one. Controlled it. Stabilized it. At the cost of his own life."

Junho shifted, still confused but listening now.

Yu Jin kept going, eyes distant. "Lucky for , I got stabilized too. Barely. But my son... Rin. he’s still trapped. Still carrying it. That’s why I’m doing this now. The full procedure. To cancel it completely. Turn him into an oga. Free him."

I rubbed my face. "Enigmas aren’t that bad. So people live with it fine. They’re not monsters."

"No," Yu Jin said quiet. "Most aren’t. So exist quiet, normal lives. But us? S-class. and him. It’s different. It eats you alive if you don’t control it. And he’s losing the fight."

I stared at him. "Professor Shin... he created all this, didn’t he? The integration. Hybrids, ogaverse, all of it. And he regretted it. Spent his last years trying to fix the ss."

Yu Jin nodded slow. "Yeah. He did."

Then he looked dead in the eyes. "He is your father, Woo Min."

The room spun.

"What?"

"Your real father is alive is all he told to tell you for the last ti . But he talked about you all the ti. How proud he was. How you were fighting for the sa things he wished he’d done right."

I backed up until my legs hit the couch, sat down hard. "No. My dad’s... "

"Is this so sort of sick joke? ."

My head was pounding. "Why didn’t you tell ? Any of this? You could’ve called. Texted. Sothing, whatever I, whatever let’s deal with you first ."

Yu Jin laughed, wet and shocked. "Don’t do this.... All this ti you’ve been helping us, risking everything, and you didn’t even know it was your own blood?"

I looked out the window again. Park Min still crying, rocking a little now, fists clenched in his hair.

"I’ve never seen him like this," I muttered. "Not ever. He’s always the strong one. The asshole..."

Yu Jin’s voice cracked. "He thinks he’s losing . And he might be right."

I stood up fast, crossed the room, pulled Yu Jin into a hug without thinking. He froze for a second, then hugged back hard, face buried in my shoulder.

"Thank you," he whispered again. "For everything."

I held him tighter. "Don’t do anything stupid, okay? Stay in touch. Promise . After this, whatever happens, you call . You ssage. don’t disappear."

He nodded against , breathing shaky. "I promise."

We stayed like that, clinging like idiots, while Junho watched from the doorway, arms still crossed, looking like he wanted to punch sothing.

And outside, Park Min cried harder.

And then when I turned Junho was no longer around.

We sat for a while as we rembered our childhood mories, when Junho ca bursting in.