@s4ffersummer: ✷ part ; 31 ( wonwoo x reader ) arrange marriage The next morning, You stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at your reflection. You were wearing a soft pink floral dress that gently hugged your body and made the small bump more noticeable than you liked. For a moment, you turned sideways, running your hands over the subtle curve. It was still small, but it was there — undeniable now. You didn’t feel beautiful. You felt exposed. With a quiet sigh, you grabbed a oversized beige sweater from the closet and pulled it over the dress. It swallowed your frame again, hiding the evidence of your pregnancy from the outside world. You looked tired. You didn’t say a single word the entire morning. Wonwoo had been watching you quietly. He was already dressed in a simple black button-up and trousers, ready for the private appointment with Dr. Lee. He didn’t push you to talk. The drive to the clinic was silent. You sat in the back of the black SUV like always, leaning your head against the cool window. The city blurred past outside, but your mind was buzzing loudly. What if the world finds out? The homewrecker. The entitled nepo baby. The third party who stole Wonwoo from Young-mi. Now carrying his child. You could already imagine the headlines, the comments, the hate that would multiply by a thousand. “Homewrecker got pregnant to trap him 😂” “She really won’t let him go…” “Poor Young-mi… now there’s a baby involved.” Your chest felt tight. The fear was exhausting. At this point, you didn’t even have the energy to feel jealous about Wonwoo’s upcoming drama with Young-mi. You didn’t have the energy to fight, to argue, or even to hope. You just felt… tired. So you stayed quiet. Your hand rested subtly over your bump beneath the oversized sweater, hidden from Wonwoo’s view. The baby was still so small, but it already felt like the heaviest thing you’d ever carried. Wonwoo sat beside you, keeping his usual distance. He glanced at you a few times — at the way your forehead pressed against the glass, at your pale face, at how small you looked swallowed by that sweater. He opened his mouth once, like he wanted to say something, but eventually closed it again. The silence continued all the way to the discreet back entrance of Dr. Lee’s private clinic. When the car stopped, Wonwoo finally spoke, his voice low. “We’re here.” You didn’t move right away. You stayed leaning against the window for one more second, eyes closed, breathing slowly. Then, without looking at him, you whispered. “…Let’s just get this over with.” You finally sat up, adjusted your oversized sweater, and stepped out of the car. Wonwoo followed closely behind you, his hand hovering near your back but never quite touching. The private clinic was quiet and luxurious as always, but today it felt suffocating. You kept your head down the entire time you walked from the back entrance to the examination room. Even though it was a discreet VIP entrance used only by high-profile clients, your mind wouldn’t stop spinning. What if someone saw us enter together? What if they notice my stomach? The sweater isn’t enough anymore… what if the bump is visible when I sit down? God, you hated your head right now. The constant noise, the spiraling thoughts, the fear that refused to shut up. You felt like you were one wrong move away from everything exploding — the perfect Jeon Wonwoo’s wife, the hated homewrecker, now pregnant. The comments would be brutal. The pity. The accusations that you trapped him. You barely registered what Dr. Lee was saying. — ctto #kpopxreader #povs #wonwooseventeen #povstories #povstories2026

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