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Ha-ri didn't come to school today, and it was a relief for Y/N. After her classes, she hurried out, the cool breeze of the afternoon calming her racing thoughts.

She walked to the park and waited for Namjoon near the entrance, her gaze softening at the sight of children playing with their parents. Their laughter filled the air, innocent and carefree, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart.

She placed her hand on her stomach, caressing it gently. "I can't give you a father, but I'll try to be the best mother for you and a father too," she whispered to her unborn baby, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.

A sudden rumble of a motorcycle engine broke her thoughts. She turned and saw Namjoon waiting on his bike. He handed her a helmet, his eyes briefly meeting hers before she climbed on behind him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held tightly, not wanting to fall.

The bike sped down the road, the wind whipping past them, making her heart pound with a mix of fear and exhilaration. She squeezed him tighter, anxiety gnawing at her.

"Can't he just slow down?" she thought, clenching her jaw. Just as the thought formed, the bike slowed, almost as if he heard her silent plea. Her brow furrowed did she say that out loud?

Despite the fear, the warmth of holding him, her chest pressed against his back, sent a different kind of heat rushing through her. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel safe for the first time in a long while.

She rested her head against his back, savoring the rare sense of protection. "How does he make me feel this way?" she wondered, conflicted by the emotions swirling inside her. She knew she was falling for him, even though she couldn't allow herself to love anyone. No one would accept her after knowing the truth of her past.

When they arrived home, Namjoon went straight to work, checking assignments while she struggled with her homework, frustration bubbling inside her. One stubborn question on her homework had been tormenting her for hours.

She had tried solving it countless times, but each attempt led to the same incorrect answer. Her patience frayed, and with a groan of irritation, she threw the pen onto the notebook, the clatter echoing in the quiet room.

She stared at the scattered papers, her mind whirling, until an idea sparked. Wait... I'm in Namjoon's sir house. Of course! She could ask him for help.

She picked up the notebook and hesitated for a moment, biting her lip, unsure if it was a good idea. But desperation pushed her forward. She found him sitting at his desk, glasses perched on his nose, deeply focused on grading assignments.

"Sir" she began, her voice soft, almost hesitant. "I'm having trouble with this question... Can you help me?"

He looked up, his gaze meeting hers briefly before nodding. Without a word, he motioned for her to sit down. She settled on the floor with her notebooks spread out before her, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension.

Two hours passed, and the frustration only grew. Namjoon's method of teaching was good but each time she thought she had solved the question, he would hand her another, slightly different, forcing her to think deeper, to struggle harder.

Her patience wore thin, and irritation seeped into her expression. She hadn't signed up for this extended study session, and she was beginning to regret asking for his help.

Her back ached from sitting on the floor so long, and she shifted uncomfortably, wincing as the pain grew sharper. She leaned back, stretching slightly, her body stiff and sore.

Her stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence. She cast a glance at Namjoon, hoping he would take pity on her, but he remained engrossed in the assignments, oblivious to her plight.

She watched him intently, her irritation momentarily forgotten. His glasses rested perfectly on the bridge of his nose, and the soft glow from the lamp highlighted the sharp lines of his face.

The sight made her heart flutter unexpectedly, and she felt the warmth rise in her cheeks. "Why does he have to look so... perfect while I'm suffering here?" she wondered, a mix of admiration and annoyance swirling in her chest.

Still, the ache in her back and the emptiness in her stomach were too much to ignore. She sighed heavily, leaning her head against the table in defeat, hoping he would notice her misery. But Namjoon remained as calm and collected as ever, his focus unwavering.

"Complete this, and then we'll eat dinner," he said, breaking her thoughts. She pouted, frustrated. "Grumpy old man," she muttered under her breath.

"I can hear you," he replied, not looking up, and she bit her tongue in embarrassment.

Finally, they finished, and Namjoon asked what she wanted for dinner. She shrugged. "I'll eat whatever you want," she said, exhausted. He pulled out his phone to order something, but before he could, the doorbell rang.

When Namjoon opened the door, Jin stood there, smiling warmly. Her face lit up as she rushed to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water for him. Jin's heart swelled at her thoughtfulness.

"I made pizza. Want to taste?" Jin asked, pointing to the box on the table.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She glanced at Namjoon for permission, then nodded eagerly. She hurried to set the table, but in her rush, she twisted her ankle. She yelped, bracing for a fall, but strong arms caught her, it was Namjoon.

Namjoon's arms around her felt both comforting and nerve-wracking. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed, especially with Jin standing right there.

His sharp eyes softened as they scanned her from head to toe, a mixture of concern and something else swirling in his gaze. He wasn't just looking,he was searching, desperate to ensure she wasn't hurt. The way he inspected her made her heart flutter, though she wished it wouldn't.

Jin watched the exchange, noting the way they looked at each other, the silent connection between them. "Be careful, kid. Let's eat," he said, breaking the spell.

At dinner, the warm aroma of freshly baked pizza filled the room. She took a bite, her eyes fluttering closed as the rich blend of cheese and soft bread melted on her tongue."hmm" she hummed softly, savoring the taste.

She hadn't realized how much she'd needed something so simple, so delicious. Another bite followed, and another soft hum escaped her lips. She was lost in the moment, but Namjoon wasn't.

Her soft moans of delight sent a shiver down his spine, and he clenched his fists beneath the table. His heart raced, not from hunger, but from something much more dangerous. He could feel the tension building in him, each sound she made like a spark igniting a fire.

Beneath the table, his body responded, twitching uncomfortably under his sweatpants. He cursed himself silently, shaking his head as if to banish the thoughts. Not now, not here. But she looked so beautiful, so carefree, the way she savored the pizza. The thought of claiming her right there, with the pizza still in her hand, filled him with guilt. What was wrong with him?

Across from them, Jin's laughter echoed, and she joined in, giggling in a way Namjoon hadn't seen before,It stung. She had called him a "grumpy old man" earlier, and yet here she was, laughing freely with Jin, who was older than him.

Jealousy gnawed at him, twisting his insides. He couldn't take it anymore. The laughter, her smile everything felt like it was just out of his reach.

"If you're done, get up. It's time to sleep," Namjoon said abruptly, pushing his plate away. His voice was colder than he intended, and without waiting for her response, he stood and left the kitchen.

She blinked, surprised, and glanced at Jin. "He is a grumpy old man," she whispered with a playful grin, thinking Namjoon couldn't hear. But he did.

"I can hear you, Y/N" his voice called out from the hall. It wasn't angry, just tired. Still, she felt her cheeks heat up, embarrassed.

She shot Jin a sheepish smile, muttering a soft "thank you" for dinner. Jin watched her curiously, questions lingering on his lips, who is she. to Namjoon? Why is she living with him? But he held his tongue, sensing now wasn't the time to pry.

Later, Jin said he would stay the night here, Namjoon wanted to say no, but he swallowed the protest. Jin was exhausted, and it wasn't in Namjoon's nature to deny his brother something so simple.

But the thought of sleeping on the floor again made his muscles ache. He hadn't recovered from the previous night's discomfort by sleeping on the couch.

Jin collapsed onto the couch, already snoring softly. Namjoon grabbed a pillow and blanket from the bedroom, resigned to another night on the hard floor. As he spread the blanket, her voice broke the silence.

"You... you can s-sleep here" she offered hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon froze, his hand clutching the pillow. He shook his head. "No. I'll be fine on the floor" he replied firmly. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, didn't want her to think he was expecting anything.

But she insisted again, her voice softer, almost pleading. "I don't mind, really."

He hesitated, the tension in the room palpable. Finally, after a long pause, he relented. The bed dipped slightly as he lay down, careful to keep his distance. His heart was racing, and he wasn't sure why? She lay still beside him, the space between them vast yet intimate. Slowly, the tension eased, and exhaustion claimed him.

For the second time in days, Namjoon slept soundly, the soft scent of her hair lingering in the shared room.

Namjoon's eyes fluttered open, his body sensing the unfamiliar warmth before his mind could fully catch up. He glanced down and froze, his breath hitching in his throat.

Her leg was draped between his thighs, her hand resting gently on his arm. She was nestled against him, completely at peace like he was a pillow.

Her hair, slightly tousled, fell across her face, obscuring her features, but he could still see her lips,soft and parted in a delicate pout. She looked so vulnerable, so serene, it made his chest tighten.

He swallowed, trying to steady his heartbeat. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The clock read 6:00 A.M but Namjoon didn't move immediately.

Instead, he studied her for a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She deserved peace, safety, and comfort everything he wasn't sure he could give but desperately wanted to.

Carefully, he shifted, easing her leg off him and adjusting her into a more comfortable position without waking her. He brushed a few strands of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than they should have. She sighed softly in her sleep, and he allowed himself a small, tender smile before slipping out of bed to get ready for the day.

The morning was chaotic. Jin stood in the kitchen, barking orders like an overzealous mother. "Finish your breakfast! You can't run on an empty stomach!" he scolded, pointing his spoon at them like a weapon. Namjoon rolled his eyes but bit into his toast anyway, while Y/N stifled a giggle, grateful for the lighthearted atmosphere.

As they walked to school, they shared a few quiet words.Near the park, they reached the point where their paths diverged. "See you later" she said softly, her voice laced with exhaustion.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more, but he simply nodded, watching her go until she disappeared from view.

After two classes, Y/N felt drained. Her body was heavy, her mind clouded. She decided to skip a class, hoping to find some peace in the quiet halls.

But as she walked through the empty corridor, a hand suddenly grabbed her from behind. Before she could react, she was yanked into an empty classroom. Her heart raced as she realized who it was.Yeon-joon.

Her eyes widened, fear flooding through her. She gulped hard, her breath catching in her throat. He smirked, his grip tightening around her wrist, and before she could utter a word, he had her pinned. Her hands were forced above her head, trapped in his iron grip.

"No" she whispered, her voice trembling, but it was barely audible. But he didn't let her say anything further and slammed his lips on hers.

Tears welled in her eyes as panic set in. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger, more determined. His free hand trailed down her body, and she felt herself tremble with disgust.

She couldn't let this happen again. Not again. She wasn't alone anymore. A fragile, small life was growing inside her, and she had to protect it.

With all the strength she could muster, she pushed him, twisting her body. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked disheveled, her hair wild, her lips swollen, and tears streaming down her face.

Yeon-joon laughed darkly, the sound cold and merciless. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't make me angry" he hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "You know what I can do. Defy me again, and I'll throw you in front of my friends. Let's see how you like that."

Revulsion washed over her, bile rising in her throat. Why was she even alive? The thought clawed at her mind, but she shook it off. She couldn't give up. She pushed him again, harder this time, and stumbled toward the door.

Her trembling hand gripped the doorknob, ready to escape, when the door swung open. Ha-ri stood there, flanked by her group of friends, their expressions cold and indifferent. Y/N's heart plummeted. She was trapped.

She looked up at Ha-ri, her vision blurred by tears. Desperation clawed at her throat, and she forced herself to speak, her voice shaking. "P-please let me go"

But Ha-ri's face remained impassive, her eyes narrowing. Y/N realized with a sinking heart that there was no mercy to be found here. She was alone, and she had to find a way to save herself.

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