Chapter 27

I pushed the glasses up the bridge of my nose so they rested comfortably pushed against my eyes, acting as some sort of all seeing eye of vision.

I let out a long sigh as I massaged my temples and tried to remain vigilant under the immense amounts of stress I was under.

Other than the occasional times I would go to check on the dull Yubin, I was pretty much holed up in my study doing work.

There wasn't much else I could do.

After her father's death...well, Yubin took it very hard to say the least.

The funeral was held three days after his passing and it's been about a week since then, and nothing has gone back to the way it was.

It was like someone sucked the life out of Yubin and turned her into this walking shell of her former self.

I understood better than anyone that she was distraught and distressed so I tried to give her what I knew she'd want which was space.

She began to sleep in a separate room at night and would primarily remain their the whole day. The chances of me even passing by her were far and few between.

I would make her food and bring it to her and when I'd come back, only a portion was being eaten.

At this point, she was surviving off of the sole fact that there was a small human inside of her that depended on her to make it out healthily.

In some ways, I was eternally grateful for that baby for forcing her to survive and not totally go insane, but at the same time, I wondered if the baby was making everything seem more burdensome. As if it were a chore more than a lifestyle.

I didn't blame her for that of course. How could I? Everyone grieved differently and had the right to take the time they needed to heal.

What hurt me more was the fact that she was shutting me out. I knew she needed her space, but there was a difference between space and completely living separately.

After years of me being emotionally detached from everything, I finally found someone I could open up to. That I could open my heart for to love and be loved.

But that same person was now shutting me out after opening me up, and it hurt way more than I thought it would.

I wanted to be there for her the same way she was for me, but I had no idea how.

And if there was one thing that frustrated me more than anything, it was not knowing what to do.

As I continued to think about it, I grew increasingly irritated and upset.

I stared at the empty email inbox, agitatedly wondering when I'd get a response from the last major news company I was dealing with.

After I rushed Yubin to the hospital, well, many of the people there managed to get photos of her and I and it was quickly reported about in the news.

Luckily, I found out a minute or two after it posted so I had been working the whole week with major news companies as well as smaller blogs, private sources, and even people on the dark web to take it down so her identity was protected.

It was tough work, and I was stressed. All I wanted was to snuggle up with my girls and cuddle, but instead I was stuck in my study doing all this work while my girls stay locked in their room.

Frustration. Irritation. Longing.

All these feelings were building up inside of me until I finally snapped.

I slammed the pencil which I had been banging against my head on the table and got up abruptly.

I was exhausted and knew that I couldn't wait around forever. If you want something done, do it yourself.

I stormed out of my room, feeling extra CEO-esque and marched over to Yubin's room.

It became increasingly obvious to me that I didn't have a plan but I didn't care.

But then it dawned on me that it probably wasn't very polite of me to just barge in on a pregnant woman, so I took a deep breath to calm down and softly opened the door.

I immediately frowned when I saw the half eaten plate of food I had brought to her a few hours ago and when I saw her laying on her side, obviously uncomfortable, I literally lost it.

I pushed opened the door further causing her to flinch.

"Seokjin? What are you—" but I cut her off quickly by pressing a needy kiss to her lips.

She seemed taken aback but didn't push me away which was a good start.

"Babe, I'm really not in the mood," she said dejectedly.

I frowned, "Well I am. You need to blow off steam but letting it bubble up inside of you alone and all sad is gonna physically hurt you and our child. So if for nothing else, for the sake of our baby, let's figure this out healthily."

And though I was met with some resistance, I managed to pull her up and dragged her out to the living room.

She whined the whole way and shot me a mean glare once I sat her down, but we needed to do this.

I sat beside her and pulled her small frame into my chest and just hugged her. It had only been a week but I felt like I hadn't held her like this in eons. My body yearned to love her and feel her in my embrace.

We stayed like that for a long while, her reluctance to hug me back melting away and her arms finding their way into the comfortable embrace as well.

"Baby...please talk to me. You've shut me out all week and I'm worried. Just...tell me anything. I'm desperate. I want to be there for you and be good at this dating thing for once," I begged her, rubbing small circles on her back.

I could feel her tense up but I refused to let her go.

Her grip on my shirt tightened and I could feel a spot on my shirt dampen.

She was crying.

"I-I'm sorry," was all she could mumbled out before bursting into loud sobs.

I quickly held onto her tighter and rocked her back and forth while comfortingly rubbing her back.

"Shh, hey, there's no need to apologize baby. I'm right here," I hummed softly.

But that only seemed to make her cry harder.

"I-I'm such a b-burden," she choked.

I frowned, "Now what would ever give you that idea?"

She sniffled, "I'm literally the most useless human alive. No matter how hard I try to help my family, I always end up letting them down. Maybe my exes were right. Me not being able to get pregnant was my fault and because of that, my dad died before even seeing his grandchild. I love this baby so much, but the literal reason I ever considered getting pregnant is now nothing more than ash in the wind. And I can't even be there for you to support you because I'm fat and pregnant and ugly. Everyone is right, I should just leave the baby with you and live in the woods or something. Why am I even here anymore? I try so hard to give everyone everything they could ever want, but I just can't. And when will I get what I want? When will I have the freedom to live for me? Huh?! When?!"

She painfully cried into my chest as she released all the pent up emotions that had slowly built up in her over time.

Her body trembled as tears streamed out of her eyes like a waterfall.

I felt tears well up in my own eyes as well. Had I failed that bad that I couldn't even see how she internally struggled?

"Don't...don't ever say that Yubin," my voice broke.

She said nothing, burying her face into my chest.

"I mean it. How could you say that? Do you know how perfect you are? How can I prove to you that you are the most perfect and beautiful woman ever? How do I prove to you that your exes were blind and irrelevant idiots who deserve to suffer by my hand? How do I prove to you that your dad wants to see you smile from above? How do I show you that your dad will still be there when she's born? How do I comfort you the same way you comforted me? And when will you start living for you? You're a sweet and giving person, it's who you are. But when decide that you take the priority. Tell me Yubin. Tell me how much longer I have to sit here with a broken heart watching the love of my life crumble before my eyes."

We were both sobbing uncontrollably now, tightly holding each other.

I loved her so much and I couldn't bear to see her this broken.

No words were exchanged between the two of us after that. We just sat there for hours crying in each other's arms.

Sometimes that's all anyone ever needed. A good cry. A cry to let the world know that you're tired of suffering.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice hoarse from crying so much.

I held her, scared that if I let go that I'd lose her.

"Trust me Yubin. I know I lied to you once, but I'd never ever do it again. So please trust me," I pleaded.

"I-I trust you," she hummed.

"Then trust when I say you're the guardian angel that was sent to me. Trust when I say that I think you're more than perfect and that you're more than enough as you are. And trust me when I say that I love you more than the whole world and want to be by your side for every second of life. No matter what."

She wrapped her arms around me more comfortably, letting out a soft sigh as she nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck.

Her bump pressed against me and I swear I could feel our little girl squirming around.

"That makes two of us princess," I said.

"What?"

I gave a soft smile, "Suyeon and I were just talking about how we don't like seeing you sad."

She rolled her eyes, a familiar smile slightly tugging at the corner of her lips. The dullness in her eyes had slightly faded, and a lighter twinkle was starting to shine behind the clouds.

"I'm going to be living with two dorks," she sighed.

I pecked her lips cheekily.

"Yeah, but we're you're dorks."

She softly chuckled, the beautiful sound ringing around like music.

"That you are. My two adorable little dorks."

_________________________________Updating after repeatedly wanting to burn my history textbook but what's new?

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