Coco

That was another problem you had Jiho had so many body guards you’d think the man was the president. He wasn’t. Jiho is one of the worlds most dangerous mobsters. He didn’t scare you never had that’s why you were good together. A quite simmering female wouldn’t make it a month beside the infamous Zico. The mafia world wasn’t cut out for girl like that and Jiho knew it. That didn’t stop him from sleeping with them though. Cocky, arrogant bastard the pond idea felt gratifying at the moment.

You looked up at the guard who was almost a whole foot taller than you and raised an eyebrow. “I have a .32 in purse right now do you really want to try my patience?” The guard mumbled a few select words under his breath before stepping out of your way.  

Shoving the doors open you glared at you soon to be dead boyfriend. Jiho was leaned on his desk his hands were placed on top of the girls head who was currently giving him head. His hand guided her head as he whispered a few word of encouragement to her and when she complied to his wishes he let out a moan and praised her.

Poor girl you slipped your .32 out of your purse you just might have to kill you too. You pulled the trigger missing Jihos head by an inch. The bullet hit the mirror behind his desk and shattered send pieces everywhere. Jiho jumped pushing the girl off of him tucking himself back in his pants. “Fucking bastard” you exclaimed and shot at him again. You really had a bad shot Jiho knew it too. He lunged at you in attempt to take your gun away. Jiho twisted your wrist making you drop the gun. You  kneed him in his groin finally succeeding at something only for you to be dragged down under his weight. 

The girl took advantage of your current predicament and ran from the room kicking the gun out of the room with her. “Jiho get off of me so i can kill you.” 

“I really shouldn’t have given you that gun” He groaned as he rolled off of you onto his back. You stood up brushed off your pants “so is she your new girlfriend?” You asked not really wanting to know. “(Y/N)” Jiho sighed “it wasn’t like that.” 

You rolled your eyes “how many times Jiho” You asked rhetorically “are you going to bullshit me?” Jiho was now standing in front of you silently staring into your eyes. You knew he was sizing you up, trying to see how mad you were so he could use the right word to fix it. There was no fixing this you just had to wait for Jiho to understand. 

“You can’t leave me.” Jiho ground out grabbing your arm roughly. “I can” you leveled with him. “If you really wanted to keep” you snatched your arm back “you wouldn’t have done all those thing to lose me.” You bent down to grab your purse you were finished. You walked away from Jiho physically but your heart stayed behind. 

You sat in your car for a few minutes let your tears break free you couldn’t really see through them but you had to get away form this house, from him turning your key in the ignition you started driving down the driveway. 

It took Jiho less than two minutes to get his thoughts together and chase after you. You couldn’t leave him, he wouldn’t allow it. Jiho wasn’t that selfless he knew damn well you were better off without him but he’d be damned if he let you do. Jiho raced out the front door just in time to see your car swerve and drive straight into the pond.

“We’ve stabilized her” the doctor told Jiho in the emergency waiting room “but she hasn’t woken up yet.”

“She’s pregnant” the gynecologist told him “just about four weeks.”

“We’re very sorry to inform you Mr.Woo (y/n) is in a coma.” 

“If she doesn’t wake we can still deliver the baby safely.”

It had been five months since your accident and you hadn’t come out of your coma yet. Jiho still held to his hope. You were his woman. You were strong. You’d wake up when you were ready. He watched your stomach grow as his child grew inside you and he knew there was no way you were living this earth and leaving the child you help make behind. 

Jiho practically lived in that hospital room with you brushing your hair, clipping your nails, washing your face. He talked to you told you about the baby. You were having a girl and she was healthy growing stronger everyday. 

It started with small things like your eyes moving under your eyelids. The next day you twitched your nose and the day after that you moved your fingers. The doctors were running around your room preparing for you come out of your coma. The day you opened your eyes with a groan was better than anything this world had to offer. 

“Hey baby.” Jiho sat at the side of your bed. You croaked out a hi back. 

You woke from your coma a few months ago and Jiho had been your rock. He was there everyday you had to stay in the hospital. He spoiled you with flowers and food (because he knew you hated hospital food). He stuck by you like glue when the gynecologist came to talk to you about the baby. You’d missed the first five months of your pregnancy and you overwhelmed. 

When the doctor gave the okay for your discharge Jiho brought you back to his house. He treated you like a queen and spent every night like tonight rubbing your stomach and talking to his daughter. 

“So I’ve been thinking” Jiho stated.

“It’s never good when you do that” you replied jokingly. “We should get married.” Jiho dropped the bomb like it was nothing. 

“Married?” you questioned him “I thought you never wanted to get married because you’re a mob boss or whatever.” 

“Exactly I’m a mob boss, the mob boss and if I want to marry the mother of my child then I will.” 

“Just the mother of your child?” 

“The love of my life” he corrected “the yin to my yang. The Bonnie to my Clyde. The” 

“I get it” you cut him off laughing “I’ll marry you, you arrogant cocky bastard.” 

“The father of your child. The love of your you life.”