Just moments ago, deeply asleep, Yuin suddenly woke up.
Without dreaming, she had slept soundly and now sat up, still groggy.
Something draped over her shoulder fell with a thud. Her dazed eyes looked down to find an unfamiliar black suit jacket covering her legs.
Confused for a few seconds, Yuin quickly began to survey her surroundings.
A black dashboard, the faint smell of leather seats tickling her nose, dark-tinted glass.
“Ah!”
She realized she was in the passenger seat of an unfamiliar car.
The almost unused interior had only Yuin inside, breathing.
Too sloppy for a kidnapping, yet too strange to be anything else, the situation filled Yuin with fear.
As she tried to piece together what happened, the driver’s door clicked open, and a low voice resonated from the darkness.
“You’re awake now.”
Cool night air and a smoky smell entered as a tall figure squeezed into the seat.
Yuin, shocked at the sight of the large man dressed entirely in black, pressed herself against the car door, shrinking like a crushed can.
Yuin, with a vacant expression, asked the man, “Who, who are you?”
“Don’t you remember?”
“What… memory?”
“That’s troublesome.”
His sharp gaze quickly swept over her wide eyes and agape mouth, then he said, “You fainted holding onto me, Miss Nam Yuin.”
“Me? No way!”
Her large eyes, full of confusion, wandered before suddenly stopping.
Scenes that were absent a moment ago now floated in her mind.
The neatly tailored black suit, his deep, heavy voice, the face she couldn’t help admiring, and, most importantly, the man in front of her.
With widened eyes, Yuin hesitated before awkwardly touching his smooth face.
“Now you remember?”
Nodding timidly, Yuin rolled her large eyes, filled with anxiety.
An unimaginable situation unfolded before her, leaving her at a loss.
“It can’t be,” she meant it was unbelievable.
She knew something went wrong since she got drunk, but never imagined it would lead to this.
The weight of disappointment and suspicion grew, directed at the stranger who took her from the club and let her sleep in his car.
“Why am I here?”
“You didn’t walk here yourself after fainting, so there’s only one answer.”
Even in the dim interior, his black eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement.
She shrank further at his sight but feigned nonchalance.
“Why did you take me? You could have left me.”
“On that corridor floor? Miss Nam Yuin, do you even know where that was?”
“Not the club? Where was it?”
She recalled him insisting they leave the corridor quickly.
His reaction to the corridor puzzled her, but he hesitated, then shook his head and closed his mouth, not giving an answer.
Frustrated by his silence, Yuin muttered discontentedly.
“You could have woken me up.”
“Do you think I didn’t try?”
“If I didn’t wake, you could have taken me to a police station.”
“Why would I do that? Would waking up there have been better?”
“At least—”
She wouldn’t have had to tremble in anxiety or be alone in this confined space with him.
Stopping mid-sentence, Yuin clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to reveal her fear.
The man, intrigued by her sudden silence, probed.
“At least?”
“Never mind.”
He chuckled as if knowing what she was about to say.
“Aren’t you supposed to thank someone in these situations?”
“…”
“I did my part, took off your jacket, and even stayed outside the car.”
Yuin remained silent, mulling over the unexpected situation.
While tense, Yuin fiddled with the suit jacket on her lap.
Realizing her unconscious behavior, she quickly relaxed her grip, but the now-wrinkled jacket stayed limp.
Embarrassed, Yuin alternated glances between the ruined jacket and its owner, who grimaced and clicked his tongue.
“Shame. I just had it tailored less than a month ago.”
“Sorry… I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”
“That’s not necessary.”
The man snatched the jacket from Yuin’s hands.
As Yuin’s gaze followed the jacket flung to the back seat by his careless hands, his voice grew serious and stern.
“Drink moderately from now on. You won’t always have someone to rescue you like today.”
“…”
“And don’t just squat anywhere when you’re in a hurry.”
“…”
“Got it?”
Feeling like a scolded student, Yuin found the situation awkward.
Did he think he had the right to worry or meddle because he’d taken care of her while she was unconscious and drunk?
Either way, Yuin felt uncomfortable. Her silence prompted him to demand an answer more sternly.
“Answer me.”
Reluctantly, Yuin muttered a quiet “Yes” after noticing his threateningly raised eyebrows.
“Good. Now, buckle up.”
“Why?”
“Are you not going home?”
He seemed to assume naturally that she’d go home in his car.
Almost conceding, Yuin regained her senses and firmly refused, shaking her head and hands.
“I’ll go alone. I can’t cause you any more trouble.”
“Miss Nam Yuin, it’s 1 AM.”
“I know.”
“Isn’t it too late for a student to wander around?”
“I’m an adult, not a student.”
Ignoring her like a child, the man started the car.
Leaning slightly, he gave her a lazy glance, then suddenly smiled warmly, knowing the impact of his charm.
Frozen, Yuin gasped, unable to move.
“So, where do you live?”
[Star icon]The next late morning, Yuin sprawled on her bed, her relaxed weekend marred by unsettling memories.
The image of the smiling man was vivid in her mind, including his deep dimple, unnoticed until he smiled.
Frustrated by her gullibility, she berated herself for revealing her neighborhood.
Luckily, she’d cleverly mentioned an apartment two blocks from hers.
Yet, his chilling smile upon hearing the name lingered in her mind, unsettling her.
“Forge
Frantically searching the pocket of the neatly hung leather jacket belonging to Jae-hee, Yuin was startled to find it empty.
“…What?”
Her phone should have been there. She hadn’t taken it out since getting home last night. It was supposed to be there, so why wasn’t it?
She searched the entire room, but the small device was nowhere to be found.
Yuin eventually went to the living room, where her mother was relaxing, watching TV.
“Mom, have you seen my phone?”
“No, I haven’t. Isn’t it in your room?”
“Yeah. It’s not there.”
She aimlessly fumbled through the living room sofa without sitting down. Where could it be?
The last time Yuin remembered having her phone was in the club room at Jae-hee’s birthday party.
She sent a message to Jae-hee and Ji-han saying she was leaving and then put it in her pocket, with no memory of taking it out again.
Could she have misplaced it while drunk? Or did she drop it while crouching in that strange hallway?
Or…
Could she have possibly left it in that car?
Feeling anxious as the situation started to take an odd turn, Yuin became engulfed in unease.
“Mom! Can I borrow your phone? I think I’ve lost mine.”
“What? Where?”
“I can’t remember. Where’s yours?”
Taking her mother’s phone, Yuin hesitantly pressed the familiar number. She took several deep breaths, unable to immediately press call.
She hoped no one would answer. She wished it had just fallen to the ground and broken. She prayed for that to be the case.
As she finally pressed the call button, the phone rang a few times.
Then, shattering Yuin’s hopes, the other party picked up.
“Hello?”
With that single word, Yuin recognized the voice, still fresh in her memory.
Unable to make a sound, she clenched her mouth shut. The other party spoke first.
“Miss Nam Yuin?”
It was the man from yesterday.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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