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He smiled at her gently and stood up, stretching before asking, "Come on… get up. Don’t you wanna go to school?"

Her eyes widened at the mention of school. She froze, her gaze falling to the floor, overwhelmed by the thought.

He turned back to her, sensing her unease. She shook her head, signaling "no." He sighed, his voice soft yet firm. "It's been three days. You need to go back to school."

She met his gaze, a quiet defiance in her eyes. "I don’t want to go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, before looking down again, the weight of her words hanging in the air.

Namjoon, sensing her sadness, tried to lighten the mood. His tone playful yet teasing, he said, "You’ve been a bad girl... Do you want me to give you a big assignment this time? Hm?"

But she didn’t respond. She simply remained still, her thoughts heavy.

He exhaled deeply, trying to shake off the tension. "Ok, stay here then. The maid will be here at 8. She’ll take care of everything. Just rest, and if you want anything, let her know or order something, okay?" He gave her a brief smile as he walked toward the wardrobe.

She nodded, though her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. She was alone again, caught in the quiet of the house, with nothing but her own thoughts for company.

When Namjoon came out of the shower, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead, he found her lost in thought, her expression distant. "Y/N?" He called her name softly, pulling her from her reverie.

"Hm?" She responded, her heart fluttering at the sight of him, his casual, effortlessly handsome presence making her feel both nervous and comforted.

"Be ready by 5, we have to go for your check-up" Namjoon said, slipping on his watch, his voice calm, almost like a gentle command.

"Huh? But I’m fine..." She mumbled, confused. Her brows furrowed as she looked up at him, trying to make sense of it.

Namjoon smiled lightly, reassuring her. "No need to worry. The doctor is my friend’s wife. I’ve already spoken to him. She’ll check on you, that’s all." He grabbed his keys and gave her one last glance before stepping out, leaving her with a feeling of unease, yet strangely, a sense of safety.

"If you need anything, text me. Or you can order. My other wallet is in the drawer… just feel free, okay?" He gestured toward the drawer, a little smile tugging at his lips as he left.

She didn’t respond, but before she knew it, her feet moved on their own, following him into the hallway. When Namjoon stopped suddenly, She bumped into his back, letting out a soft hiss of pain. She quickly raised her hand to her forehead.

"Sorry," Namjoon said, turning to check for any injury. "Did I hurt you?"

"It’s fine," she replied, her voice small, 'It wasn’t that harsh."

"Breakfast?" She asked, "I'll grab a coffee..you eat something ok"saying he patted her head, sending a surge of irritation through her.

"I’m not a baby," she grumbled, but before she could stop herself, her hand flew to her mouth in shock. Namjoon chuckled, clearly amused.

"You’re acting like one. Okay, I’m off now. Bye!" he said, walking out of the house.

She closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a pout. "He called me a baby? Do I look like a baby?" She muttered to herself, running to the bathroom to check her reflection. She looked at her face, gently touching her cheeks, "I look... fluffy. Maybe that’s why he called me that."

A small smile tugged at her lips, but it quickly faded when her eyes moved to the scar on her neck. The reddish-purple mark reminded her of Yeon-Joon, and a deep sadness settled over her heart. She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing the painful memories away.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she headed to the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled, and she scanned the space, trying to find something to eat. Just as she was about to give up, the doorbell rang.

She hurried to answer it, only to find an elderly woman standing outside. She opened the door, expecting the maid. The woman froze in the doorway, her jaw dropping as she took in Y/N, who was standing by the door.

The maid, Bora, had worked in the house for five years, but she had never seen anyone other than Namjoon. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she quickly assessed her.

Realization dawned, and her gaze shifted to Y/N’s clothes, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise, that she was wearing one of namjoon's clothes.

"I’m Sir Namjoon’s maid" she said slowly, her voice soft but curious. "My name is Bora."

Y/N nodded, offering her a small smile, unsure of how to respond.

Bora placed her bag down and headed toward the kitchen. "Do you want anything to eat?" she asked.

"Yes, please," she replied, feeling her stomach growl in protest.

As the maid prepared breakfast, she wandered through the house, taking in the small yet cozy space that Namjoon had made his own. When the food was ready, she sat down to eat, savoring the warmth and comfort of Bora's cooking.

After Bora finished her chores, they chatted for a while, but soon, the house was quiet again when Bora was gone.

She was alone, and the thought of watching TV crossed her mind. But she hesitated, remembering how her stepmother would scold her for touching anything in the house. She sighed, unsure of what to do, and decided to retreat to the bedroom, curling up on the couch instead.

When Namjoon returned home, he found her sitting there, wearing one of his shirts and looking completely at ease. She was watching a couple on TV, her smile soft and innocent. Her simplicity, her unguarded nature, made his chest tighten with something he couldn’t quite name.

When she noticed him, she panicked. Quickly grabbing the remote, she tried to turn off the TV, biting her lip nervously, afraid he’d be angry at her for touching it.

"I-I’m sorry. I was just bored, and I… I won’t touch it again
" she stammered, her voice low, her eyes focused on her feet, embarrassed.

Namjoon’s gaze softened as he crossed the room, shaking his head gently. "You can do whatever you want" he said with a smile, walking toward his room. "I told you to feel free. Just don’t forget to be ready at 5 for your appointment."

Y/N, still flustered, nodded quickly. She couldn’t help but feel both relieved and nervous in his presence.

As Namjoon emerged later, dressed in black sweatpants and a jacket. Her heart skipped a beat. His calm confidence was overwhelming, and she cursed herself silently for staring at him yet again.

They headed down to the parking lot, and she waited near the elevator, glancing around. When she heard the sound of an engine, she turned to find Namjoon riding up to her on a bike. He stopped in front of her, handing her a helmet. She blinked, confused.

"What about the car he took me here in yesterday?" she thought, feeling uneasy that she have to sit on a bike with him.

"It’s my brother’s car, not mine" Namjoon said, almost as if reading her thoughts. "I have a bike."

Her mouth went dry as she realized she’d have to ride behind him on the bike. She hesitated, her thoughts racing. "What if I fall? What if I embarrass myself?"

Namjoon must’ve sensed her hesitation, his voice gentle as he urged her, "Come on, we’ll be late."

When she sat on the back of the bike, Namjoon revved the engine, causing her to shift back slightly. She instinctively gripped onto his jacket, anxiety creeping up her spine.

His voice broke through the tension. "Hold me or you'll fall," he said, his tone both reassuring and commanding. She hesitated for a moment, the fear in her chest making her second-guess, but then, slowly, she moved her hands and placed them gently on his broad shoulders.

The movement only heightened her unease. The bike’s acceleration sent waves of uneasiness through her, but then Namjoon reached back, gently taking her hand and placing it on his chest.

The firm, steady beat of his heart under her palm startled her. Her breath hitched, and she felt the warmth of his body spread across her fingers. She hesitated again, but the need for comfort overcame her fear, and she placed her other hand on his chest as well, her palms flat against him.

Her chest pressed lightly against his back, and though her heart raced from the speed, she found a strange sense of calm in his embrace. The tension in her shoulders began to dissolve.

She didn’t know if it was the gentle hum of the bike’s engine or the closeness of his presence, but she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.

Without realizing it, she let her head fall softly onto his back. Namjoon’s lips curled into a subtle smile as he felt her relaxed against him, her trust in him so clear.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Namjoon parked the bike, and they walked inside together, her steps a little unsteady.

The atmosphere of the hospital, though sterile, was filled with a warmth that eased some of her nerves. As they entered the main lobby, a familiar voice broke through her growing apprehension.

"Hi!! Hyung...how are you?" Jungkook’s cheerful greeting rang through the air as he spotted Namjoon. The two men exchanged a quick, hearty hug. She watched the interaction with a slight tilt of her head.

"I'm good...what about you?" Namjoon replied, his voice light as they pulled away from the hug. Jungkook’s gaze drifted to
Y/N, a friendly, knowing smile spreading across his face.

"Hey! Nice to meet you," Jungkook said, extending his hand toward her. "I'm Dr. Jungkook, and my wife Soojin will be examining you. Come on, I'll take you to the room."

She nodded, trying to force herself to relax, but her nerves were only growing. She couldn’t help but feel even more anxious as they walked down the hallway.

The posters on the walls showing mothers cradling newborns made her heart tighten. She hadn’t expected all of this, the responsibility, the changes in her life, and the overwhelming sensation of being watched by a world she didn’t feel prepared for.

When they reached the examination room, Soojin looked up, a surprised laugh escaping her lips as she saw Namjoon. "Oh my god...Namjoon! Long time no see. Where have you been these days?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity and excitement.

Her gaze then shifted to Elsa, and she raised an eyebrow. "Wait...who’s this? Is she your girlfriend? You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone! and....wait, you’re going to be a dad? How could you not tell me this too?!"

Namjoon’s eyes widened slightly, his expression shifting from calm to slightly exasperated. He glanced at Y/N, then shot an accusing look toward Jungkook. "I... uh, didn’t really get around to it," he muttered.

Jungkook chuckled nervously from the doorway, his hands raised in mock surrender. "I'm sorry! She just got excited because of her mood swings... I didn't mean to spill the beans!"

Namjoon was glaring at Jungkook now, clearly upset that his friend hadn’t told Soojin about Y/N. The tension in the room made she feel even more exposed. Her cheeks flushed as she looked between the two men and Soojin, who was still excitedly questioning Namjoon.

"Get out of my room Jungkook..you're making me angry" soojin blurted out, angrily. Soojin was six months pregnant and Jungkook was not letting her examine the patients being worried for her health, and that's why she was a bit angry on him.

Jungkook’s voice faltered, "Look, namjoon hyung, her mood swings started again. It’s... it’s really hard to take care of a pregnant wife, you know? I should probably go before she—"

"I’m fine," Soojin interrupted, raising a hand. "Jungkook, go take a walk or something. Let me handle the patients today." She turned back to Y/N with a soft smile, clearly eager to focus on her work. "Sorry about that, dear. Let's get started, okay?"

As she led Y/N toward the bed, She felt a mixture of discomfort and gratitude. She carefully sat down and was instructed to lift her shirt. A wave of hesitation swept through her, especially with Namjoon still standing beside her.

Her eyes flickered to him for reassurance, and he seemed to catch her silent plea. Without a word, he took a step back, preparing to leave.

But she reached out, grabbing his hand gently. Her grip tightened just slightly, silently asking him to stay. Namjoon paused, looking at her, then at Soojin, who gave him an encouraging nod.

"You can stay if you want," Soojin said, her voice warm and understanding. Namjoon hesitated for a second but then walked back over to her. He sat down beside her and held her hand gently, offering her a calm smile.

Her nerves didn’t completely dissipate, but just the simple gesture of Namjoon holding her hand grounded her. Her hand, still trembling a bit, rested in his with a comforting steadiness.

He caressed the back of her hand, the tenderness in his touch making her feel safe despite the anxiety bubbling within her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself take in the warmth of his presence. Despite the unfamiliar setting and the unsettling situation, there was something calming about the way Namjoon simply stayed with her, holding her hand and offering nothing more than his quiet support.

As Soojin began the examination, Namjoon leaned closer, his smile never faltering, a quiet reminder that, no matter what, he was here for her.

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