~Y/N POV~

It's been five days since I've come back from the hospital. Namjoon hasn't come home at all, he's not answering my phone calls or texts. I haven't told him anything since I think I should tell him in person but it's worrying that he wont come home or even talk to me.

I texted Jin to ask if he was okay and he said Namjoon fine he just doesn't want to come home just yet but he's been begging me to tell Namjoon himself but no I should be the one to tell him. We need to talk about this anyway, it's just he needs to come home for that conversation.

Jimin was here earlier with me since he picked me up from work, something Namjoon and I don't seem to do anymore. So Jimin stayed for an hour but then headed home, so here I am sitting on the couch just watching boring TV.

I'm just sitting watching some crime programme about serial killers. There's not really much to watch but I find some of them quite interesting to watch.

But suddenly the shake of the front doors handle caught my attention, so I watched the door until a click sound was made and the door opened to reveal Namjoon. Finally.

At first he even seemed shocked to even see me sitting here by myself, using his foot to close the door behind him. We stayed staring back at one another until he sighed heavily and walked away to his bedroom and slamming the door afterwards. He's not going to make this any easier is he?

So I stood up and walked to his bedroom door and knocked first. At first there was no answer but I know he's in there I just saw him and I could hear him moving around on the other side. So I knocked again and he opened the door quickly to look down at me but I then noticed he had a bag in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

He paused for just a moment, looking me up and down before his sights lingered on my face.

"I'm just here for some clothes and going back to Jins." Namjoon

He said as he slid past me, making sure to not touch me in the process and head back to the front door already desperate to leave. I don't know what hurt more, the fact he acted as if I was on fire and couldn't touch me or the fact he was so quick to leave again when he hasn't been here for more than ten minutes. If he's got clothes in his bag there must not be a lot in there from the quick time he's spent in his bedroom.

I can't let him leave without talking about this. He can't avoid me forever.

"NAMJOON STOP!!"

I never raised my voice at him but I couldn't help how hurt I felt that he was behaving this way. Even if this baby wasn't if, what if it was Jimins does that mean I was gonna loose him over it?

Namjoon stopped in his tracks to the door but with one hand already on the door, just ready to open it there and then.

"We need to talk Namjoon. You haven't been here in five days and now you're leaving again? Why?"

He stayed stood where he was, his back still to facing me as if he doesn't want to talk about this but we're gonna have to. I don't want to loose him but I'm scared he wont believe me. Namjoon sighed, running his hand through his hair and dropping his bag to the floor next to the front door and quickly turns around to finally look at my hurt expression on my face that I don't care if he sees.

"Because it's hard that's why." Namjoon

I could see the hurt in his face which soften me a little, now's the time to tell him that the baby is his.

"Oh Joo-"

"No Y/n. There's nothing you can say that will make me stay." Namjoon

Confused as to what he meant by that I took a step towards him.

"What are you talking about? Are you moving out or something?"

He looks down at his bag with a guilt written face, with a little shrug that made me gasp in realization that is what he meant.

"I don't know, maybe." Namjoon

"You can't move out Namjoon because I'm pregnant wi-"

"Yeah, yeah you're pregnant I know. Look Y/n I'm happy for you as a friend but as someone that still loves you the way I do, I just cant be happy for you so right now I just need some space. I'm really sorry and I know it's selfish of me but seriously I just don't know what I'm doing right now." Namjoon

He bends down, picking up his bag and that's when I panic that's he's going to leave. So I ran over to him with tears in my eyes I don't want him to leave, he's not even giving me a chance to explain the truth to him. As he turns around opening the door I wrap my arms around his waist to stop him from going anywhere.

"No don't leave me. Namjoon I can explain everything just please don't leave like this!"

I know he can tell I was crying at this point and he tenses under my touch but doesn't try to remove me from him or turn around to face me properly.

"What is there to explain Y/n? You and Jimin are having a baby, congratulations but I really must get going Y/n." Namjoon

I shook my head, my face pressed against his back as he tried to calmly and nicely ask me to let go of him but I refused.

"No Namjoon, you need to listen to me it-"

"Y/n! I really must leave. I don't want to fall out with you and for us to stay in this friendship I think it's best if I leave for a few more days and think about things." Namjoon

"What for you to decide to move out or not. No I wont let you move out Namjoon, nothing has to change in fact it'll get better becau-"

He cut me off again, ripping himself out of my arms with a loud frustrated scoff and turned around to face me with his angered expression.

"HOW WILL ANY OF THIS BE BETTER FOR US??! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?! YOU SERIOUSLY WANT ME TO STAY AND WATCH YOU HAVE A BABY WITH SOMEONE ELSE WHEN YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU??? GET A GRIP, I'LL BE BACK IN A FEW DAYS!!" Namjoon

I froze at his outburst not sure on how to react to his raised voice. Again never and I mean never has he been like that with me or to anyone that I have seen. With the tears running down my face, he looks at me up and down before scoffing and stomping away down the hall and down the stairs not bothering to wait for an elevator.

At this point I don't know what to do with myself or how to react except walk back in to my apartment, closing the door behind me and walking to my room all numb as if I was some robot and collapsed onto my bed.

He did even give me a chance to explain, to tell him the baby is his. He took out all his anger and frustration on me but I guess it's my own fault that I got myself in this mess. With a heavy heart maybe I should just do this all by myself and keep this secret because I don't think our relationship will be the same after this.

All I can do right now is curl up on my bed and think to the future, to think of what could possibly happen next.