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 me, 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 blame them. I’d fucked everything up again. Same old story.

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

Footsteps behind me. Fast ones.

"Woo Min!"

Junho’s voice cracked on my name, 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 me alone, man."

"No." He caught up, grabbed my arm hard enough to spin me. 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 home."

He laughed, bitter and loud. "Home. 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 me, not hard, just enough to make a point. "I’m coming with you. You owe me 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.

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

"Yeah." I pushed the door slow, heart racing again. " I left someone 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 me, tense. "Yu Jin, what’s going on?"

Yu Jin didn’t even glance at him. Just kept looking at me, 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 me for what?"

He stepped closer, voice dropping low and serious. "Everything. You saved me. More times 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 me out, held me down until I stabilized. You risked your license, your freedom, everything. And the way you were by me. 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 me 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. Something 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 came up behind me, voice soft. "He can’t stop it. He knows he can’t. And it’s killing him."

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

Yu Jin took a shaky breath, nodded once. "When I followed my dad, He Led me 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 me, 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 omega. Free him."

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

"No," Yu Jin said quiet. "Most aren’t. Some exist quiet, normal lives. But us? S-class. Me 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, omegaverse, all of it. And he regretted it. Spent his last years trying to fix the mess."

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

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

The room spun.

"What?"

"Your real father is alive is all he told me to tell you for the last time . But he talked about you all the time. How proud he was. How you were fighting for the same 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 some sort of sick joke? ."

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

Yu Jin laughed, wet and shocked. "Don’t do this.... All this time 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 me. 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 me. After this, whatever happens, you call me. You message. don’t disappear."

He nodded against me, 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 something.

And outside, Park Min cried harder.

And then when I turned Junho was no longer around.

We sat for a while as we remembered our childhood memories, when Junho came bursting in.