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Doctor Soojin was examining her, but her eyes remained closed, unwilling to look at the screen. She didn't want to see it. She didn't want the baby, but she had no choice.

Namjoon sat beside her, holding her trembling hand, his gaze fixed on her face. He couldn't help but feel a deep ache in his chest, seeing how badly she was struggling.

She was trying so hard to stay composed, but he could see it, the tears she was holding back, the way her lashes were wet with unshed emotions.

In that moment, Namjoon wanted nothing more than to bury the person deep in the ground, who had caused her this pain. He wanted to make everything disappear, to take away all the hurt that seemed to fill her entire being.

"Look... there's the baby" Dr. Soojin said gently, pointing to the screen.

She didn't respond at first, her lips trembling as she whispered, "I don't want to" She kept her eyes tightly shut, her voice a mix of sorrow and defiance.
Dr. Soojin glanced at her, confused by her reaction, unable to understand why she wouldn't want to look at her own child.

Soojin's eyes drifted over to Namjoon, who was staring intently at Y/N, his grip tightening slightly around her hand. Y/n felt his concern, but she didn't know how to face him. How could she tell him that she was terrified? That she was terrified of being a mother when she never knew what it felt like to be loved as a daughter?

Dr. Soojin continued, "l"You're about 10 weeks along" her voice softer now. She gave her a reassuring smile and clicked a picture of the screen. Namjoon didn't look at the image. Instead, he focused on Y/N, trying to read her expression, to understand what was going on inside her head.

Later, they sat together at Dr. Soojin's desk as she reviewed the reports. "The baby's fine, but she's very weak" Soojin said. "She needs multivitamins, protein, fruits, juices... healthy foods and try to avoid fast food."

She nodded absentmindedly, still lost in her thoughts. Namjoon, on the other hand, listened carefully, his protective instinct kicking in. He knew Y/N wasn't in the best condition, but he didn't know how to make her better.

He wanted to do everything he could, but he didn't know how to reach her, how to make her believe that things could be different for her.

When they left the hospital, She remained silent, her mind too full to process anything. She wanted to cry, but she didn't want to appear more weak in front of Namjoon. She didn't want him to see how much broken she really was.

Namjoon, however, seemed to know exactly what she needed. He drove to a mall, parking his bike in the lot in front. Her confusion was clear, but she didn't question him.

He led her inside and into a women's clothing store "Buy something for yourself," he said. "My clothes are too big on you."

She hesitated. "I... I'm okay. I have a hoodie, pants, and my uniform. I'll manage." She didn't want to take more from him, not when he had already given her so much, shelter, food, medicine. How could she ask for more?

Namjoon didn't listen. He sighed, picking out a couple of soft, comfortable dresses and handing them to her. His choices were simple but thoughtful,which will fit her perfectly.

She looked at him, at the way he seemed so genuinely concerned for her, and something in her heart fluttered. She wasn't used to kindness, not like this.

She watched him, his face a little unsure as he tried to pick the right things for her, and for the first time in a long while, she felt something shift inside her.

He paid for the dresses without a second thought, waking outside of the store his gaze drifted to a store selling undergarments. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to bring it up. She noticed his gaze, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She bit her lip and looked down, embarrassment creeping over her.

Namjoon extended his hand, offering her his card. "I'll be waiting here. You can get whatever you need," he said, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty.

"I-I don't need anything," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's just go."

Namjoon sighed in frustration, but his tone softened. "I can't go in and buy this for you. I don't even know your size..." His words faltered when he realized how awkward that sounded. He quickly rubbed his face in frustration, but she didn't give him a chance to continue.

Without another word, she took the card from his hand and rushed into the shop. Namjoon waited outside, feeling the weight of the situation, knowing that this moment was just another layer in the complexity of their relationship which has no name right now.

When she returned, her cheeks were still flushed, and she was holding a shopping bag in her hands. She looked around frantically but didn't see him at first. A wave of panic washed over her.

For a moment, her heart raced, the fear of being abandoned crawling back into her chest. Her breathing quickened as tears threatened to spill. And then, suddenly, she felt a presence behind her.

She turned around, and there he was, Namjoon. His steady presence grounded her, and she released a breath she didn't even realize she was holding.

"W-where were you?" her voice broke, and her tears spilled over, her fragile state coming undone.

"I wasn't anywhere" Namjoon said gently, his voice calm and soothing. He glanced at the bag in her hand, noticing she'd bought something, finally let go of her stubbornness. A small smile tugged at his lips as he saw her take the first step toward accepting help.

They walked out of the mall together, and her eyes were drawn to an ice cream truck. She looked at it for a moment, her gaze lingering, a spark of longing in her eyes. Namjoon caught it, and without hesitation, he asked, "Do you want ice cream?"

She shook her head immediately, not wanting to impose. But Namjoon wasn't having it. He gently tugged on her wrist and led her to the truck. She didn't resist. He bought her an ice cream, and she licked it slowly, the cool sweetness melting on her tongue.

Namjoon watched her, a soft smile spreading across his face. There was something about seeing her smile, even just a little, that made his heart swell.

He wanted to give her everything, to make her happy, to take away all the pain that had shaped her. Watching her enjoy something so simple, so pure, made him feel like he could do anything for her.

As they stood there, her gaze shifted to a little girl sitting on her father's shoulders, giggling as she reached for the ice cream cone in her dad's hand. Y/N's heart clenched as she watched them, her hand subconsciously going to her stomach.

The thought struck her like a punch to the gut. "My baby will never know what it's like to be loved by a father."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought back to her own father, who had never shown her love, never trusted her, never believed in her. She could still hear his harsh words, his angry hands, her mother's silence.

"What would change if the baby had a father? she wondered bitterly. I had a father, but he never gave me love. He never even listened to me." She thought again.

Namjoon watched the tear slip down her cheek, the sadness in her eyes a sharp contrast to the sweetness of the moment. His heart broke for her.

He reached out, gently wiping away the tear with his thumb, but neither of them spoke. They just stood there, the weight of her unspoken pain hanging between them.

They arrived home shortly after, and she went straight to the kitchen, trying to avoid the emotions that were bubbling up inside her. She returned with a glass of water for Namjoon, but as she walked, her foot caught on the mat. She stumbled, and the water spilled all over his shirt.

Her eyes went wide in panic, and a rush of fear overtook her. The glass clattered to the floor, and she instinctively dropped to her knees, her back slightly arched, preparing herself for the punishment. The old reflexes kicked in. She was ready for him to hit her, ready for the pain.

But it didn't come.

Namjoon stood frozen for a moment, his heart sinking as he saw the fear in her eyes. She was shaking, her sobs silent but fierce, her hands clutching her knees. The sight made his chest ache, a sharp pang of guilt hitting him. What had happened to her to make her so afraid?

"Y/N..." he whispered, his voice soft and gentle as he stepped closer. "It's okay." He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently lifted her up.

She trembled in his arms, unsure of what to do, but then,when she realized it wasn't yeon-joon or her mother, finally she hugged him tightly. And in that moment, something inside her cracked.

Tears flowed freely as she buried her face in his chest. Namjoon held her close, caressing her head, his heart breaking at the weight of her pain. "It's okay," he repeated, softly. "I'm here. You're not alone. You can talk to me. Just say what's in your heart. You don't have to be afraid anymore."

She pulled away slightly, her tear-streaked face meeting his gaze. Her sobs were still ragged, but she could feel the warmth and gentleness in his presence.
She allowed herself to trust him fully, to believe that he wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't like the others.

She took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper as the words tumbled out, heavy with years of suppressed pain. "M-my mom... and... and he... used to beat me like this" she stammered, the words coming through her tears.

The scenes played in her mind that how her mom hit her when she spilled ketchup oh her mom's shirt, she had blamed her for everything, told her it was her fault. Told her she was nothing but trouble for everyone.

The memory came crashing back like a flood, the pain, the shame, the terror of being punished for things she couldn't control. The sting of that moment-the way Yeon-joon had hit her after taking her innocence, when his shirt got dirty by her blood. He took something from her that could never be returned.

Y/N couldn't hold it in any longer. She broke down, her body trembling in his arms, unable to stop the torrent of memories, the raw emotions, from spilling out.

Namjoon stood there, holding her, feeling her pain so deeply that it felt like his own. His heart shattered for her. He had known she was broken, but he hadn't understood the extent of her suffering until now. He couldn't believe how much she had endured, how much she had kept inside for so long, thinking it was all her fault.

The thought of her step-mother, her father,her supposed protector,turning against her, punishing her for something so trivial, made his blood boil. And the man who hurt her.

He couldn't even find words to describe how much hatred he felt for the man who had hurt her, who had taken so much from her and left her in pieces.

But right now, he wasn't going to focus on the past. He wasn't going to focus on the things she had been through. He was going to focus on her, on the fragile, brave girl standing in front of him.....no, the girl who was sitting on the floor, crying in his arms, with nothing but her heart laid bare. He was going to help her heal, even if it took time. Even if it wasn't easy.

"Y/N" he whispered, gently pulling her back to look at him, his hands cradling her face. His voice was firm but soft. "You are not what they made you believe you were.....You didn't make the mistakes for which they blame you. You're strong. You're not alone anymore. I'll be here. I will protect you.... Always."

She looked into his eyes, she didn't see a man who might hurt her. She didn't see the judgment of the world or the coldness of her past. She saw... kindness, warmth and the possibility of something better.

A fragile hope began to bloom in her chest. Maybe... maybe she could trust him. Maybe she could let him in, little by little. Maybe she didn't have to carry this burden alone anymore.

Namjoon wiped away her tears, his thumb brushing over her cheeks as he smiled softly. "I'll be here for you. Whenever you need me. You don't have to carry this alone. Let me help you...butterfly, You can lean on me. And I promise, I will never hurt you. Ever."

Her heart fluttered in her chest, her breath still ragged but slowly calming as his words seeped into her soul. She hadn't known love like this before. But maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something different. Something she had never imagined could be real.

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