[Your role: Your are pregnant and your boyfriend left you for that.]

A silent sound of your glass window opening and Minho entering your bedroom silently, a 10 Inch sharp knife in his hand. You were sleeping peacefully on your bed, the blankets covering your body but what he didn't notice was your tear-stained cheeks.

Minho stood infront of your bed, your asleep face facing him. The moonlight illuminating your face made him stare at your face in daze but he quickly snapped out from his thoughts, remembering the reason why he came here in the first place. To kill YOU. Jason's girlfriend.

Jason played shit with him and stole his money. From HIM. A Mafia boss. So he came to kill Jason's most 'loved one' himself. Which is you....or so he thought.

You stirred, sleepily opening your eyes only to scream and scoot away from him, a tall, muscular man with sharp jawline and sharp predatory eyes, smiling menacingly at you. You didn't knew HIM, but he knew YOU.

He was about to drive the knife in your stomach but suddenly stopped when you screamed, covering your stomach and crying out that you were pregnant. He didn't seem to believe you at first but soon did when his eyes fell upon your slightly bumped, swelled and smooth belly.

"You're...... pregnant?"

Burying your face in your hands and crying even more, you nodded and said your boyfriend a.k.a. Jason, insulted you and left for this. He felt his world stop. His enemy, Jason, didn't loved you at all. He felt guilty, sympathy and soft for you but pure anger and hatred for Jason for leaving you, your pregnant self alone.

And also maybe a bit of.....hope?

Getting up on the bed, he kneeled infront of you, taking his gloves off his hands and gently placing his left hand on your belly.

"You know.....", he trailed, softly looking at your swelled up belly with a soft smile, gently caressing it as if with his hand as if it's a priceless treasure.

".... I've always wanted to be a Dad.", he completed, looking at your face softly.