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Namjoon glanced over at her as she slept, the soft sound of her breathing filling the car with a rare, quiet peace. Her head rested against the seat, her lips slightly parted, her hands loosely folded in her lap.

He found himself stealing glances at her between watching the road, captivated by the calm that seemed to emanate from her even in sleep. Something about her presence soothed him, made him feel warm and happy in a way he didn't fully understand.

As they reached his apartment, Namjoon gently parked the car, careful not to disturb her. After a moment, he got out and walked around to her side, opening the door quietly. She was still sound asleep.

He bent down, his fingers brushing against her shoulder to wake her, but she only murmured softly, shifting slightly before settling back into sleep. Smiling to himself, he reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Lifting her into his arms, he held her close as he carried her up to his apartment. She instinctively nestled against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her face relaxed and peaceful.

He could feel the warmth of her breath against his collarbone, and the feeling of her resting so trustingly against him stirred something deep inside him.

Once inside his apartment, he carried her to his bedroom, carefully laying her down on his bed. She shifted slightly, but her breathing remained steady. He slipped off her shoes and pulled the covers over her, tucking her in with a gentleness he hadn't known he was capable of.

A stray strand of hair had fallen across her face, and though he hesitated, he reached out, tucking it behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment against her skin. She looked so vulnerable, so peaceful, and he couldn't bring himself to look away.

With a sigh, he turned off the light and stepped out, pulling the door closed behind him. As he walked into the living room, he noticed the mess he had left that morning in his rush to get to school - a pile of clothes on the couch, papers scattered on the table, a stack of dishes left by the sink.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a pang of embarrassment. He wanted the place to feel safe and comfortable for her, especially after all she'd been through. So he set to work, picking up his clothes, washing the dishes, and straightening the room until everything was in its proper place.

After a while, he found himself looking over at the closed door to his room, wondering if she was awake yet, if she'd be okay with staying here for a little while.

He knew her situation was complicated, painful even, and he felt a surge of protectiveness rise up within him, a desire to shelter her from the world.

Meanwhile, inside the room, she slowly began to stir. As her eyes blinked open, she found herself in a dimly lit space, wrapped in a thin sheet, the room was chilly. Disoriented, she sat up, trying to recall where she was.

Then, memories from earlier came back, the car ride, her falling asleep, and Namjoon's quiet presence beside her. She realized she must be at his place, and a strange mix of gratitude and vulnerability washed over her.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, noticing the faint light coming from under the door. She padded barefoot towards it, her hand resting on the handle as she took a steadying breath.

Stepping out, she found herself in a small but cozy living area, and her gaze drifted around, taking in the simplicity of the space. It wasn't big, but it felt welcoming.

Hearing soft sounds coming from the kitchen, she glanced over and saw Namjoon, shirtless, standing by the stove. She froze, her cheeks immediately flushing as she took in the sight of his broad back and the way his muscles moved as he worked.

He was unaware of her presence, "fuck..I can't even to this" cursing himself under his breath as he adjusted a pan on the stove. She looked away quickly, feeling her heart race.

She turned to leave quietly, not wanting to intrude, but just as she began to step back, his voice broke the silence. "You're up?" he called without looking back. "Do you want to take a shower?"

Surprised, she nodded even though he couldn't see her, and when he turned around, his lips curved in a soft smile.

"Hey!" he greeted, walking towards her. She instinctively looked down, her cheeks warm, avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks flushed deeper as she tried to keep her gaze away from his bare chest.

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "What? Not gonna say anything?" he teased, crossing his arms, still unaware of his shirtless state being the cause of her shyness.

Her silence only made his smile grow, and he reached past her, opening the door to his room. "Come on, I'll find you something to wear."

She followed him, her gaze fixed on the floor, trying to keep her composure. He rummaged through his wardrobe, finally pulling out a white shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.

"I don't have much that'll fit you, but... here."He handed her the clothes, watching as she took them without meeting his eyes. "Is it ok..... if they're a bit big." He asked.

Nodding quickly, she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaning against it, trying to catch her breath.

After a moment, she looked down at the clothes in her hands and smiled shyly, feeling the warmth from his simple gesture.

She showered, letting the hot water calm her nerves, and then dressed in his oversized clothes. The pants were too long, and the shirt fell to her mid-thighs, but she didn't mind. She rolled up the sleeves, giving herself a final glance in the mirror before stepping out.

When she emerged, she found Namjoon back in the kitchen, now dressed in a shirt himself. He turned, catching sight of her, and paused, his gaze lingering. There was something vulnerable about the way she looked in his clothes, her hair still damp, her bare feet against the cool floor.

His throat went dry as he noticed how the damp fabric clung to her, revealing the faint outline of her figure. His gaze went down to her nipples which were peeking through the thin fabric of the shirt. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat. "Dinner's ready," he said, gesturing to the small table.

She joined him, her eyes widening with surprise and delight as she saw the ramen and homemade gimbap he had prepared. She giggled lightly thinking "what a combination? Ramen and gimbap?"

The gimbap wasn't perfect, but she appreciated the effort, and her face lit up as she took her first bite. He watched her eat, feeling a strange satisfaction at seeing her enjoy the food he'd made, despite its imperfections.

But his eyes kept wandering to her, drawn by the way she looked in his clothes, the subtle flush on her cheeks, and the softness in her gaze.

There was something intimate, almost tender, in watching her like this, and he had to keep reminding himself not to stare. "How do I tell her to cover up without sounding like a pervert?" he thought, slightly exasperated with himself.

After a quiet dinner, Namjoon leaned back, feeling a gnawing unease. He needed answers but was hesitant to ask. He couldn't understand how anyone could leave her alone in such a situation. He took a deep breath and looked at her. "Y/N," he said, making her look up from her bowl.

"Hm?" she replied, finishing her last bite.

"Can I ask you something? I... I just want to help you, but I don't really know what's going on." He said.

She hesitated, her gaze lowering. She pointed her hand on her stomach, her face hardening. "If this is about... please don't ask." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He nodded slowly,"I understand, and I don't want to push you. But... you're safe here, Y/N. If you want to share, I'm here to listen."
His words were soft, filled with sincerity, and something in his tone made her heart ache.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked away, unable to hold back the emotions she had bottled up for so long.

She stood, intending to leave, but he reached out, gently wrapping his fingers around her wrist. His touch was warm, grounding, and she found herself pausing, frozen by the tenderness in his gaze.

"Hey" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he lifted her chin, guiding her to meet his eyes. She could see the genuine concern in his gaze, the quiet strength, and her defenses crumbled. Tears began to fall, and he reached out, gently wiping them away with his thumb.

"I'm sorry" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask again. I just... I want you to know you're not alone."

Her lip trembled, and she took a shuddering breath before speaking, her voice breaking. "Will you believe me?" she asked, her tone laced with fear and vulnerability. "Promise me you won't leave me... like my dad did"

Namjoon's heart clenched. "I promise" he said, his voice steady. " I won't judge you and I'll be here for as long as you need."

She began to speak, her voice a soft whisper. "I don't want this baby... but I can't kill this....I didn't done anything... no one believed me. Not even my own father....it's not my fault...I-I...was raped" Her voice cracked, and Namjoon clenched his jaw not understanding how to console her.

He hugged her tightly
"It's ok...you're safe here" he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet intensity, holding her as if he could shield her from every hurt. "You're giving me shelter now... but I can't stay here forever. One day, you'll ask me to leave..."she said.

Her tears were starting to subside, but she still clung to him, her face buried in his chest. His arms around her felt steady and grounding, like a place she could return to when everything else felt too heavy.

She took a shaky breath, gathering the strength to speak again. "It's just... it's been so hard. I've felt so alone. And now... I don't know what to do. I don't know how to keep going." She said, clunching onto his shirt, crying more in his embrace.

Namjoon's hand moved gently, tracing comforting circles on her back. "You don't have to figure it all out right now," he murmured. "I'm here to help you through it. I'm not going anywhere."

He hushed her softly, patting her back. "You can stay as long as you need, Y/N. No one will hurt you here. If you need a place to heal... I'm here. You're safe."

He meant every word. The thought of her alone, struggling, felt unbearable to him. He didn't understand why he felt this way about her, but he knew he wanted to be someone she could lean on.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, searching his face for any sign of insincerity. But all she found was warmth and a promise she wanted so desperately to believe in. Slowly, her grip loosened, but she stayed close, her eyes full of gratitude.

For the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of peace as she took in the warmth of his presence, the steady beat of his heart, and the soft reassurances he offered

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Such a long chapter..I have a exam on Monday and I'm doing this😭😭😂😂

I don't know why I'm laughing and why I'm sad🤦🏻‍♂️