Jeong Yoongyo

Things happened fast. We spent more time together, and it was as if everything else faded away. The more I got to know her, the more I realized how different she was—how much she made me feel things I never thought I could feel. I wasn’t used to letting my guard down, but with her... I couldn’t help it.

Then, one day, she dropped a bombshell on me. She was pregnant.

I wasn’t prepared for it. The words hit me hard, like a slap to the face. I hadn’t planned on this. I’d never imagined myself as a father. My life was a mess of power struggles, danger, and blood. Bringing a child into that seemed... impossible. And when she told me she was thinking about aborting, I felt something inside me break. I never thought I’d be the kind of man who would care about something like this, but with her? With the baby? It wasn’t just about me anymore.

I couldn’t let her face this alone. I couldn’t let her make this decision on her own, especially when I was the one who’d been a part of it. I knew I had to do something, and I wasn’t going to let her push me away.

I found her at a café one evening, sitting alone, clearly conflicted. I knew she was torn. She was scared. And I could see it in her eyes. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I walked over, sat down next to her, and without a word, I took her hand. I wasn’t asking her opinion anymore. “You’re not doing this alone,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. She didn’t argue. There was no need to. I wasn’t going to let her go through this by herself.

I didn’t give her a choice. I took her back to my house. She didn’t resist—she seemed lost, unsure of what to do next. I could tell she didn’t trust me completely, but that didn’t matter. She needed me, and I wasn’t going to back down. I could see her fear, but I also saw something else—something fragile, something that reminded me of my own vulnerabilities. I was a leader, a gang boss, but with her, I wasn’t in control. And maybe... maybe that was okay.

Over the next few days, we didn’t talk much about the baby. I could tell she was struggling, still unsure of what to do. I wasn’t perfect. I didn’t know how to be the kind of person she needed me to be. But I knew one thing: I wasn’t going to leave her side.

I had to go to Japan on business for a few days, and when I came back, things were different. She wasn’t at my house when I returned. There was a note left for me, a simple message: She had gone to make the decision on her own. It hit me harder than I expected. I didn’t know where she was, or what she was thinking. But I knew one thing—I couldn’t just sit back and let her handle this alone. I had to find her.

I tracked her down to a quiet spot she liked to visit in the city—a park where she would go to clear her mind. When I saw her, she was sitting there, her eyes red from crying. She looked up when I approached, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. But I could feel the tension, the weight of everything hanging between us.

She finally broke the silence. “Yoongyo, I... I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I can’t... I can’t bring a child into this life. I’m scared. What if I ruin everything?”

I didn’t hesitate. “You don’t have to do this alone. I’m not asking you to go through this by yourself. I’m here, and I’ll be with you every step of the way. We’ll figure this out together.”

Her eyes softened, but I could see the fear still in them. “But this isn’t just about us. It’s a huge responsibility. Are you sure you’re ready for this? Are you sure you can handle it?”

I took her hand and pulled her closer. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this, but I know I’ll be damned if I let you walk away from it. We’ll face this together. Whatever happens, we’re in this together. I’m not going anywhere.”

She didn’t say anything at first, but I could see the wall around her beginning to crack. Slowly, she nodded, and that was all I needed to know. We didn’t have all the answers. The future was uncertain, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to let her go.

I took her back to my house, where we could talk, where we could make the decision together. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe—and to protect the life we were creating, even if I didn’t have all the answers yet.

This wasn’t about power. This wasn’t about control. This was about us—about something real. And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid to embrace it.