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She looked up at him, unsure of what she was feeling. Was she in love with him, or was it just the overwhelming gratitude for the respect, shelter, and everything he had provided her in her time of need? Maybe it was something in between.

She slowly pulled away from him, her voice like a whisper. "I’m sorry... I think I’m thinking about you the wrong way... I didn’t mean to "she trailed off, but he stopped her by pulling her back into a gentle embrace.

Her heart raced in her chest. She was shocked by how quickly her pulse accelerated. Why was she feeling like this? His body was warm, so comforting against hers.

She wanted more. She wanted him to hold her like this forever, to stay wrapped in his arms. But a part of her wondered if this was just a physical reaction. Maybe it was her hormones, making her feel this way. She was definitely attracted to him emotionally and physically but was it love? How can it be?

"You get freshened up, I’ll make something for dinner" she said, breaking the silence as she started walking toward the kitchen.

"No... You need rest. I’ll make it" he replied firmly, stepping toward her.

"Sir... you’ll take more than 40 minutes and will end up making ramen" she said, chuckling as the tension between them lightened for a moment.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Huh? Now you’re making fun of my cooking? So cruel" he teased, though his lips tugged into a smile.

She smiled back, and his heart fluttered at the sight. There was something about her smile that made him feel.... special. He wasn’t used to making people smile, especially not like this.

"Okay, fine. I lose. But I’ll help you" he said, finally giving in as he grabbed the shopping bags and took them to the room. She nodded in approval, as they freshed up and then made their way to the kitchen.

She started pulling out ingredients, while Namjoon instructed her on where everything was. She was in the middle of making a curry and placed it on the stove.

Namjoon watched her, unsure of how to be of help. She was cutting vegetables, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking up. 'Give it to me, I’ll do it" he said.

She looked up, handing him some potatoes with a peeler. "Can you peel the potatoes?" She asked sweetly.

He nodded, taking the potato in one hand, the peeler in the other. His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out the right angle to start. He had never peeled potatoes like this before.

Meanwhile, she was focused on the cooking, not noticing how he struggled to hold the peeler correctly. After a few moments, she glanced over, and her gaze lingered on him. He was peeling the potato so carefully, so slowly, as if the potato were something fragile. It was oddly endearing.

She couldn’t help but chuckle softly. He looked so cute, fumbling with the peeler. His face flushed slightly at the sound of her laugh. "What?" he asked, looking up at her, a little embarrassed.

"Nothing... you just look so cute like that" she said, but immediately palmed her mouth, realizing what she had just admitted.

Namjoon smiled shyly, his face turning a little pink, but he quickly composed himself.

"If you use the peeler like that, you’ll hurt yourself"  she said, moving closer to him. Her voice was soft, a melody to his ears. "Give it to me, I’ll do it."

"No, I’ll do it" he insisted, holding the potato tighter. He didn’t want to admit that he had no idea what he was doing.

She watched him intently, feeling a flutter in her chest as he focused on the task. There was something about his concentration, the way he held the potato so carefully, that made her heart race. The moment felt intimate in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Her cheeks flushed as she quickly averted her gaze, not wanting him to see the effect he was having on her. After what seemed like an eternity, Namjoon handed her the potato, peeled and ready.

They continued cooking, the air thick with an unspoken tension. They ate together, the warmth of the food matching the warmth between them.

She tried to focus on the meal, but every time she looked up, she caught him looking at her. His gaze was soft, his eyes full of something unspoken.

Her heart raced, she couldn’t seem to calm down. It was as though his every glance made her feel as though she was walking a tightrope, suspended in a sea of emotions she couldn’t fully understand.

After dinner, they both insisted on washing the dishes and end up washing them together. But every time their hands brushed, there was an undeniable spark, an electric charge that left them both momentarily stunned. It was as though they were both aware of the growing closeness between them, but neither knew how to address it.

When they were done, she laid down on the couch, exhausted. But Namjoon stood over her, his presence suddenly overwhelming. It was as though he was towering over her, a silent command in the way he carried himself.

"You should sleep in the room" he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I’ll sleep here."

"No..." she protested weakly, not wanting him to do more for her. "Sir, please, you can sleep in your room. I’m fine here."

He shook his head, the kindness in his eyes softening his commanding tone. "No, you need rest. If you sleep here, you’ll get back pain. I won’t let you sleep here, not in this condition."

Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered her own condition, her pregnancy. The reminder made her feel small, vulnerable. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to be reminded of how fragile she felt.

"Please... don’t remind me of this" she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she quickly stood up, fleeing to the room. Namjoon’s heart tightened at the sight of her pain. He had only meant to look out for her, but he realized his words had hurt her deeply. He followed her, but by the time he reached the door, she had already closed it.

He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, before he gently knocked on the door. She didn’t respond, so he peeked through the crack and saw her crying, her face buried in the pillow, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

His heart ached. Without a word, he entered the room, his steps soft and hesitant. He sat beside her on the floor, gently pulling the pillow away.

"I’m sorry" he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Her sobs broke his heart as she spoke between the tears. "I don’t know why I’m overreacting... You’re doing so much for me, and I’m just bothering you..."

He leaned in, lightly patting her head, his touch tender. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a soft hug. At first, she didn’t respond, but after a moment, her arms slid around him, pulling him closer. She buried her face in his chest, her sobs quieting as she felt the warmth of his embrace.

He held her close, his hand gently stroking her hair. He could feel her trembling against him, and it broke his heart even more. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he knew this moment was too fragile, too real to let go.

She fell asleep in his arms, her breathing steadying as she sank into peaceful slumber. Her weight against him felt like a silent promise, something deeper than words could express.

Namjoon looked down at her, his heart racing in a way that left him feeling conflicted. His gaze lingered on her soft features, her fluffy cheeks, the wetness of her eyelashes, the way her lips pouted even in her sleep.

He couldn’t stop himself. His desire for her was overwhelming. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, soft at first. But when he tasted the salty remnants of her tears on her lips, he couldn’t stop. He kissed her deeper, more urgently.

The moment lasted forever, yet in an instant, he realized what he had done. He pulled away, his heart hammering in his chest. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at her sleeping face. What had he done?

He quickly placed her back on the bed, tucking her in carefully. He ran to the bathroom, his hands trembling as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"What have I done?" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with self-loathing. "I was supposed to protect her and...I took advantage of her." His fists clenched as he raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I shouldn’t have done that. Why? Why did I do that?"

His thoughts were a whirlwind of guilt, but in the end, his own desires won out. He couldn’t deny the pull, the need he felt. And that made everything feel worse. He wanted some pleasure maybe that's why he did this.

He stormed out of the bathroom, glancing at her sleeping form one last time. His heart ached, but he knew he needed to leave, to clear his mind. He grabbed his keys, locked the door behind him, and left the house.

The ride on his bike felt like a blur. The cool wind on his face couldn’t cool the heat of his conflicted emotions.When he arrived at the club, he sat on the chair near the bar and started to have some alcohol.

After sometime a girl approached him and placed her hand on his chest, he looked up at her" hey!! Handsome wanna have some fun?" She asked, playfully.

He jerked her hand, trying to get up from his chair but she put her both hands on his chest moving closer to him " I can make you feel good more than any girl right here"

He jerked her hands and got up from the chair but she hold his wrist and led him to the room, he didn't knew what he was doing but it didn't felt wrong to him as he had already done this. She pushed him on the couch and sat on his lap moving herself on his part.

He didn't looked at her, he closed his eyes to feel the intimate sensation but all he remembered was Y/N's face, "urgh" he cursed himself and got up from the couch making the girl fall on the floor.

Without saying a word, he went out of the club and started his bike, it wasn't that much late and his house was near so he easily reached at his apartment without getting caught by police.

He threw himself onto the couch when he arrived home, his body heavy with exhaustion. The cool leather of the couch felt strangely comforting, but his thoughts made it impossible for him to find rest.

His mind kept replaying the events of the night, his body tingling with conflicting sensations. He closed his eyes, but the images of the club, the pleasure he wanted to feel, and most hauntingly, Y/N’s face, wouldn’t leave him. What had he been doing?

Sleep came to him in fragments, and the weight on his chest seemed unbearable. After what felt like an eternity of restlessness, he finally got up, driven by an unfamiliar need. He walked into her room...Why was he doing this? and layed beside her.

The scent of her hair, sweet and familiar, filled his senses. Without thinking, he pulled her close, his arm instinctively wrapping around her.

The warmth of her body against his was a small comfort in the midst of his turbulent mind. He closed his eyes again, this time surrendering to the embrace of sleep, where for a moment, he didn’t have to think.

In morning, she stirred beside him. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his face relaxed in sleep, his arms still holding her tightly. Her breath caught in her throat, a mixture of confusion and something else.

She wasn’t afraid of him, not really, but there was something about the closeness, the unspoken intimacy of the moment that made her heart race.

She shifted, trying to free herself from his grip, but as if sensing her movement, he groaned in his sleep, pulling her back toward him.

He bury his head deeper into her chest, and for a second, she felt a strange warmth in her chest, a connection that wasn’t just physical. Her heartbeat quickened, and she couldn’t help but run her fingers through his hair, the motion feeling almost automatic.

The sensation was new, unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. Why was he here? She couldn’t remember everything from the night before, but she could remember the overwhelming feeling of comfort he brought her.

Maybe she had cried herself to sleep, and he stayed to watch over her. The thought was comforting, even if she couldn’t quite piece together the rest.

After a few moments, she gathered her strength and gently pulled away, careful not to wake him. She rushed to the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. Why was she reacting like this? She couldn’t make sense of it.

When Namjoon woke up, his mind was hazy. The familiar surroundings of his room were a stark contrast to the confusion swirling in his head. He glanced around and found himself alone. Where is she? The panic rose in his chest for a moment, and he found himself questioning everything.

Did I do something wrong? His thoughts circled, trying to make sense of the night’s events. He couldn’t remember all the details, but he knew something had happened. What if I hurt her? What if I made her uncomfortable? His mind raced, and he tried to recall every moment, every touch, every word.

Before he could think further, the bathroom door opened, and she emerged...her hair wrapped in a towel, her skin glowing with the soft remnants of her shower.

She was different, in a way he couldn’t explain, but the sight of her made his heart race. She smiled at him, and in that simple gesture, something inside him shifted. He could feel the weight in his chest lift, if only for a moment.

He sat up, his voice thick with concern. "Is everything alright? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He hadn’t meant to sound so frantic, but the words spilled out in a rush. His protective instincts were too strong to ignore.

She smiled gently, the warmth of it comforting him more than he realized. "I think you’re still drunk, sir"  she said, her voice light and sweet. "I’ll make some hangover soup for you." She moved toward the kitchen, but he stopped her, his hand reaching out to gently hold her wrist.

"No" he said softly but firmly, "You need to get ready for school. I’m not letting you skip today." His tone softened, but there was an unmistakable determination in his voice.

"But... sir" She began to protest, but he cut her off with a gentle shake of his head.

"I’ll drop you off just a little away from the school" he said. "We don’t want anyone seeing us together like this. You know the rules of the school." His voice was gentle, but there was an undeniable edge to his words. He didn’t want to cause her any more trouble.

She hesitated, glancing at him before nodding reluctantly. She gathered her things, the brief moment of uncertainty lingering between them.

He drove her to the park near the school, the ride silent except for the hum of the engine beneath them. He didn’t want to let her go, but he knew she needed to be on her own. He couldn’t be seen with her not with the way things were between them.

When they arrived, he parked the bike, and she got off, her steps light as she made her way toward the school. Before she could walk too far, he revved the engine, catching her attention. She looked back, surprised, and their eyes met for a brief moment.

He wasn’t leaving her yet. He wasn’t just dropping her off at the park. He started riding slowly behind her, keeping a distance, just enough so that he could keep an eye on her without drawing attention.

His heart fluttered when he saw her smile back at him, and it gave him a strange sense of calm like maybe he was doing something right for once.

As she walked toward the school, her thoughts were occupied with Namjoon. She couldn’t help but think about how, despite everything that had happened, he had stayed with her.

He had looked out for her, even when he didn’t have to. A small smile touched her lips as she entered the school, unaware that the day ahead would bring unexpected challenges. But at that moment, all she could think about was the way he made her feel protected, cared for, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit special.

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