Minjae's POV
Yah. It's time to come home.
Don't do something that will leave you with bloated tummy and aching thighs.
I send a text to my best friend with a mischievous smile on my face, he has been keeping me updated, but I keep teasing him.
Minjae PLEASE
He texts back and I chuckle under my breath, he is easy to mess with, maybe that's why that mafia fool likes him.
Stay safe, Seo-ya.
I say and he sends a heart emoji, and I leave the texting app for the call app, letting my thumb hover over a number I didn't save but memorized.
The last four days have been crazy, but I fit right in with the mess, maybe I am supposed to be a hot mafia husband, but here I am pregnant for a stupid police boyfriend…
Ex-boyfriend? I can't even tell, he didn't officially end it with me, he just bailed.
Daeshin made a mess on my floor, but I cleaned it all up and managed to get all the information I needed from him.
