CAN THE FATHER BE MORE RESPECTFUL SINCE HE IS GOING TO HAVE HIS FIRST CHILD.

Mimi was busy cooking in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of short jeans and a shirt that seemed to be a comfortable sleepwear. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes had a sleepy glaze, giving the impression that she had just rolled out of bed.

As she stirred the food on the stove, Namjoon sneaked up behind her, wearing a robe that was loosely tied around his waist. He covered her eyes with his large palm, his voice taking on a playful, girly tone.

"Guess who is this?" he teased.

Mimi's smile was evident in her voice. "Obviously, it's you. No one has been here with me except the person covering my face right now."

Namjoon chuckled, still using his playful tone. "What do you mean by that, love... I mean, Mimi. I'm not Namjoon."

Mimi quickly turned around, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and pecked him on the lip. "Good morning."

Namjoon's expression turned mock-angry. "Why did you leave me in bed alone, thinking you were with me?"

Mimi turned back to the food, her voice casual. "Love, I had to leave because I know I wouldn't get out of bed. And also because I know you'll be so hungry after you woke up."

Namjoon muttered under his breath, "Uh," as he loosened his robe and wrapped it around Mimi, pulling her close. Mimi felt a warmth spread through her body as she was pressed against his chest, his body wrapped around her waist.

As she turned to him, she slipped her hand inside the robe, wearing it with him. The robe enveloped them both, creating a cozy, intimate space. Mimi's eyes locked onto Namjoon's, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

"You need to get out," Namjoon said, his voice low and husky, as if he was fighting his inner desires.

Mimi's voice took on a naughty tone. "Why are you scared we're going to do something here?"

Namjoon's eyes burned with intensity. "Yes, and if you don't get out of here, I may never let you go."

Mimi's smile was teasing. "What if I say I don't want to let go of you now?"

Namjoon's lips crashed onto hers, but Mimi broke off the kiss, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

Mimi walked in, a curious expression on her face. "What about Yoongi? Is he dating any girl?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Namjoon shook his head, feigning ignorance. "I don't know anything about that."

But then, a sly smile spread across his face. "I think he liked someone... maybe Sucy."

Mimi's face lit up with a bright smile, and she quickly looked away, trying to hide her amusement.

Namjoon's eyes narrowed, his voice teasing. "Why are you smiling? Am I correct?"

Mimi's smile faltered, and she tried to compose herself. "Hmm, I don't know. You're just guessing."

But Namjoon's eyes sparkled with knowing, and he leaned in, his voice low. "I don't think I'm guessing. I think I'm right."

Mimi's face flushed, and she quickly changed the subject, trying to divert Namjoon's attention. But Namjoon's eyes lingered on her, his gaze piercing, as if he could see right through her.

***

As Sucy sat on her bed, her frail frame and pale complexion told the tale of her weakened state. The exhaustion that had been plaguing her for days seemed to have taken its toll, leaving her feeling drained and helpless.

Her phone rang, shrill in the silence of her room. She picked it up, her eyes scanning the screen to see Yoongi's name flashing on the display. "Come over," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Sucy didn't respond, simply cutting the call. She knew she had no choice but to go, so she dragged herself out of bed and made her way to Yoongi's house.

As she arrived, Yoongi greeted her with a warm smile. "Hello, love," he said, but Sucy's response was a weak, forced smile.

Yoongi's expression turned concerned. "Are you okay?" he asked, and Sucy shook her head. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel weak."

As she spoke, a wave of nausea washed over her, and she quickly rushed to the bathroom to vomit. Yoongi followed her, rubbing her back slowly and washing her face. He then carried her to his bed, where she lay down, feeling exhausted.

Yoongi left the room, and Sucy heard him make a phone call. "Come over to my house right now," he said, his voice commanding. About 10 minutes later, someone arrived.

The person, a doctor, checked Sucy's pulse, taking her wrist in his hand and pressing his fingers against it. He checked her pulse several times, his expression unreadable.

After the examination, the doctor smiled, but his face quickly turned gloomy again. "Could you speak gently when speaking to me?" he asked Yoongi, his voice teasing.

Yoongi looked at him, his expression serious. Sucy managed to ask, "What's wrong with me?" in a weak voice.

The doctor smiled again. "I would speak if only the father could be more respectful to me."

Yoongi asked, "What do you mean by that?" but the doctor just smiled.

Sucy's eyes widened as she realized the truth. "Wait, I'm pregnant?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The doctor smiled again. "Let's just say you just answered yourself."

Yoongi's face was expressionless, but the doctor's next words made Sucy's heart sink. "Now, I will be happy if the father could be more respectful to me since he will be having his first child."

The doctor's smile grew wider. "Ensure he takes care of you. He is usually annoying, and promise me, Yoongi, won't disrespect me."

then he mutter to himself while leaving"i cant believe yoongi yoongi is going to be a father.i hope this device got spoilt .i cant believe yoongi would be a dad.i thought he is going to be a bachelor all his life maybe he prove me wrong..let hopenhis child will be nothing like him"

As the doctor left, Sucy lay back in bed, feeling overwhelmed. Yoongi broke the silence, his voice low. "So, we're going to have our child."

The silence that followed was deafening, and Yoongi asked, "Why are you not saying anything?"

Sucy finally spoke, her voice shaking. "You don't want to be with me, or you don't want us to create a family?"

Yoongi's face turned hard, and he asked again, "Wait, you don't want a child?"

Sucy's response was immediate, her voice firm. "I don't want a child. All I want is to be with you for now. My mom would kill me; she wants me to get married and have kids, not sleep with my boss and get pregnant."

She cried bitterly, her words pouring out in a rush. "I was sent on a blind date, but you turned me down, even though I didn't like you. I had to work for you to make you pay for what you did to me before, but then I ended up falling for you."

Yoongi's face turned cold, his voice hard. "Wait, you don't like me? So, you used me? I didn't turn anyone down. You were the first girl I ever liked. So, you're going to abort the child?"

Sucy's tears fell in a rush as she spoke, her voice shaking. "I liked you, but I had to abort whatever is in my belly right now."

Yoongi's expression turned menacing, his voice low and threatening. "You know what? I hate you now. You're not killing my baby. I don't care what you do after you give birth to my child; you could do anything with your life. I will send the doctor to check on you every day, and some of my guards. If I ever find out you abort the child, I will kill you."

As Yoongi walked out of the room, Sucy cried, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

She rubbed her tummy, her tears falling in a rush. "I'm sorry for all this, baby. I am sorry for not allowing you see your father and your mother. I am sorry again for allowing you to hear your parent argue about you for knowing about you for the first time .i am sorry love"she weeps bitterly