Dark Botany (Mingi x Reader)

16

(Y/n) sat down at her desk. The students were taking a test.

"Okay class! Time is up, hand in your tests."

It was the last class of the day and she was exhausted.

"See you tomorrow, Professor (Y/n)!"

"See you tomorrow. I'll be collecting your research papers tomorrow too."

Mingi sauntered into the lecture hall.

"Let's go home now?"

"Let's go home."

Mingi drove them to the house. (Y/n) had moved back to her own home. She was about 3 months pregnant now. But her life was different. Mingi was never home. He was always drinking. He wasn't the same.

"Mingi?"

(Y/n) walked into the living room. Mingi was drunk again.

"Mingi, come on. Let's go up to the room, honey."

He mumbled something incoherently and smacked (Y/n)'s hand away. She had enough of this.

"Song Mingi! I'm sick and tired of the way you've been treating me and the way you've been acting."

"What are you gonna do?"

(Y/n) cried out angrily.

"If you keep acting this way, then we might as well break up!"

Mingi was suddenly sober.

"W-wait. You don't mean that."

"I mean it! I'm tired of being treated like sh*t!"

Mingi scrambled off the couch.

"Wait. Wait-"

"Mingi. Get out."

(Y/n) meant it. She was tired. She was stressed. She pushed Mingi out the door and slammed it shut. He walked to the house and Seonghwa opened the door.

"You smell horrible."

"She broke up with me."

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"She what?"

"We got into another argument. She broke up with me..."

...

Mingi couldn't even look at (Y/n) during class. Jinji noticed.

"Psst. What happened?"

"..."

"Earth to Song Mingi. Are you okay?"

"She broke up with me."

"She what?"

(Y/n) cleared her throat.

"Am I interrupting something, Song Mingi?"

"No ma'am."

"Then shall I continue my lesson?"

"Yes ma'am."

Mingi fiddled with the promise ring on his finger. He was so stupid. He put his own selfish desires in front of what was important. He treated (Y/n) like sh*t.

"Class dismissed, Song Mingi stay behind."

Jinji sent Mingi a sympathetic glance. The classroom was empty again.

"Do you want to explain yourself?"

"I couldn't focus today in class, I'm sorry, I just hav-"

"That's not what I meant."