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He took her to the university medical unit, running into the room and gently placing her on the bed.

"Nurse! She fell unconscious. Please check on her," he said, breathing heavily.

He sat in a chair in front of the doctor's desk while the doctor examined her. He didn't understand what was happening to his heart—was it fear? But fear of what? He breathed heavily, hoping she would be fine.

Pressing his finger to his temple, he waited impatiently for the doctor to come out and tell him what had happened. Ten minutes passed, and the nurse was still inside the room. He stood up and began pacing back and forth.

After some time, the doctor emerged and looked at him to speak.

"She fell unconscious because of stress. It happens sometimes in this condition… but she is still young for this," she said, placing her stethoscope on the table.

Namjoon frowned, not understanding anything. "What do you mean? What condition?" he asked, still confused.

"She is Pregnant, sir," she replied, leaving Namjoon shocked.

"Are you sure, doctor?" he asked, trying to process everything.

"Yes....I don't think she knew about this, and we need to inform her parents too" she said, and Namjoon nodded.

"She will regain consciousness in a while. I've put her on an IV; her blood pressure is low," she added, as Namjoon headed to the administration room.

He retrieved her guardian's number and called her dad. Then he returned to the medical unit and sat in the chair in front of her, gazing at her face.

Her small, innocent features stirred something different in his heart. He looked away, waiting for her to regain consciousness. After some time, when she opened her eyes, everything was blurry.

She took a moment to look around, glancing at the ceiling and walls. When she turned her head, she saw Namjoon, who had been watching her intently. She looked at her hand and realized she was in the medical unit.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice full of concern.

"Y-yes... why am I here and why this IV connected to my hand?" she asked, recalling that she had collapsed in his office.

He took me here, she thought, looking at him for an answer. "Did you know about your health?" he asked, removing his glasses.

"W-what happened to me? Am I going to die?" she asked, fear creeping in, but she quickly smiled, thinking maybe she was dying.

"You're pregnant Y/N," he said, standing up from the chair and meeting her gaze.

"Huh?" she murmured.

"You fell in my office. I brought you here, and the doctor informed me that you're expecting... I've called your parents; they must be coming," he replied, glancing at his watch.

"W-what? You called my parents? How can I get pr—" she started, but then she remembered Yeon-joon tormented her.

Tears filled her eyes as she thought about it; it felt like a bomb had exploded on her head. What about her life? What about her dreams? Her father would kill her.

Her heart raced, filled with fear—fear of Yeon-joon, fear of her parents. She looked at Namjoon, hoping he would tell her she wasn't pregnant. She swallowed hard, observing his serious expression with no sign of a joke.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Namjoon looked at her and said, "I think your parents are here." Then he stepped out of the room.

Fear rushed through her body as tears streamed down her face, and she felt sick to her stomach.
She don't want to have his dirt inside her.

She gripped the sheet tightly, that her knuckles turned white. The door opened slightly, and she saw her parents walking in, looking at her angrily.

They stood in front of her, their expressions filled with rage. She looked down at her lap, biting her lower lip, trying her best not to cry.

"What did the doctor say? Is it true?" her mother asked. Y/N shook her head in denial, then nodded.

"I-I don't know," she muttered, still staring at her lap.

"Look at me!" her father demanded angrily, and she reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his.

"What did you do? I didn't expect this from you," he said, gripping the edge of the bed in frustration.

"I-I didn't do anything, I—" she began, but her mother interrupted, believing it was the right moment to cut her off for good.

"Where is he? Who is the father? We'll arrange your marriage with him!" her mother said angrily. Her eyes widened in fear, and she shook her head vigorously, trembling with dread.

"Let's go... I don't want to see her anymore," her father said, causing her to look at him in disbelief.

"Appa, I-I didn't do anything. He-he- raped me," she said, bursting into tears.

"Wow, Y/N, I didn’t knew that you had acting skills too," her mother remarked with a sarcastic chuckle.

"No! I’m telling you the truth! It’s not my fault—I was raped" she started, but her father cut her off by slapping her on her cheek.

Shocked and hurt, she felt the sting of her father's rejection. He had shouted at her, scolded her, but had not hit her. It was too much for her—her own father was not believing her. She held her cheek and cried harder.

"Get up, or we'll leave you here," her father said before storming out of the room.

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