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Namjoon was in the meeting, but his mind wasn’t present. It was consumed by thoughts of Y/N. Every tick of the clock only heightened his restlessness.

She might be waiting for him, sitting alone, and here he was, stuck listening to the principal drone on about school policies. The words blurred into meaningless noise, an endless stream of nonsense that only made him more agitated.

He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time. Each minute stretched into eternity, and he tapped his foot nervously against the tiled floor. His thoughts raced, each one more urgent than the last.

His heart ached with urgency, every beat reminding him of her waiting figure. The image of her sitting in the park, looking around for him, tugged at his chest. "She must be wondering where I am," he thought, his jaw clenching in frustration. He imagined the hurt flickering across her face, the subtle droop of her shoulders as she waited in vain.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Namjoon shot to his feet. "I’m sorry, sir, but I have to leave. It's an emergency." His voice was firm but edged with impatience. The principal looked at him with mild annoyance, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, but after a long pause, he nodded.

Namjoon wasted no time, rushing to his office to grab his bike keys. His movements were frantic, his breaths heavy as he bolted out of the school and onto his bike.

The roaring engine barely masked the storm brewing in his heart. The streets blurred past him, but his mind was sharper than ever, focused solely on her. He sped to the park, anticipation and dread warring within him.

When he arrived, the park was empty. The bench he thought she'd be sitting on was vacant, the space around it eerily still. His heart sank, and he clutched the handlebars tightly, his knuckles white with tension.

"Where could she be? She doesn’t have a key to my house…" A wave of panic washed over him. Namjoon fumbled with his phone, intending to call her only to realize a crushing truth he didn’t have her number.

He slapped his forehead in his mind, groaning. "How could I be so stupid?" He revved his bike again, heading back to school to check the administration office. His desperation painted a frantic edge to his movements, each second feeling like a wasted eternity.

All he got was her father’s contact number. Frustration tightened his chest as he paced outside the office. "She doesn’t even have her own phone number?" he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. His mind raced with images of her, alone and possibly scared, and he felt helpless.

Desperation drove him to search every corner of the school, her classroom, the library, the canteen, even the medical unit. He scoured each place with growing urgency, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts, but she was nowhere to be found.

Still, something deep inside him insisted that she was nearby. "Why can’t I find her? Why does this feel so wrong?" His thoughts spiraled as he stopped in the middle of an empty hallway, his hands tugging at his hair in frustration.

With a heavy heart, he mounted his bike again and rode to the park. The sky had turned a deep gray, clouds swelling with the promise of rain. The park was just as empty as before, the swaying trees seeming to mock his helplessness.

Namjoon walked back and forth, his movements frantic, like a desperate lover searching for his missing half. His chest tightened, and his thoughts raced in chaotic loops. "Why am I feeling like this? Why does it hurt so much not knowing where she is?" He stared up at the heavens, rain beginning to fall, mirroring his inner turmoil.

Meanwhile, Y/N lay on the cold, hard floor, her body trembling. Her mind was a foggy mess, confusion and pain battling for dominance.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, but her limbs felt like lead. Pain radiated from her lower abdomen, sharp and unrelenting. She gingerly placed her hand over it, wincing at the tenderness.

It felt like hours before she mustered the strength to stand. Her torn shirt clung to her trembling frame, exposing a shoulder she was too numb to notice. Each breath she took felt like a struggle, the air thick and suffocating around her.

The room was dark, suffocating, and she felt trapped, even as she stumbled toward the door. Her breaths were shallow, each step a battle that drained her of what little strength she had left.

When she finally stepped outside, the cool evening air hit her like a slap, but it did little to clear her mind. The rain began to fall, soaking her to the bone as she aimlessly walked through the empty streets.

Each drop felt like a tear shed by the sky itself on her pain. Y/N tilted her head up, staring at the heavens. The sight of the swaying trees and dancing leaves brought the faintest of smiles to her lips. For a fleeting moment, she felt free.

But her steps faltered when she saw someone running toward her. Her body froze, fear gripping her. "Not again" she thought, preparing to flee. But as the figure drew closer, she realized it was Namjoon.

His face was etched with worry, his eyes softening when they met hers. Under the umbrella, he looked otherworldly, like a savior descending into her storm. The sight of him stole her breath.

His gaze traveled to her torn shirt and exposed shoulder, his jaw tightening as he noticed her reddened eyes and tear-streaked face. Without a word, he took her wrist, his touch firm yet gentle, and led her to his bike.

The ride to his apartment was silent, but her mind was loud. "Why is he doing this? Why is he helping me?" Questions swirled, but her heart couldn’t summon the courage to voice them.

Memories of her stepmother’s harsh words and cruel taunts replayed in her head. Tears welled up, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself not to cry.

When they reached his apartment, Namjoon opened the door, ushering her in like a guardian. They were both drenched, the rainwater pooling at their feet. She hesitated at the doorway.

"Sir," she called softly, her voice trembling. He turned to her, his features softened by the dim light. "Do you want… anything in return?" she asked, biting her lip, her heart pounding with dread.

Namjoon frowned, confused. "What?"

She lowered her gaze, clutching her skirt tightly. "You’re giving me shelter, food… do you want anything in return from me?" Her voice broke as tears threatened to spill.

Understanding dawned on him, and his expression turned to one of gentle determination. "Yes," he said after a moment, stepping closer.

Her heart sank, and she braced herself for the worst. "I want you to finish your education and build a future for yourself," he finished, his voice firm but kind.

Relief washed over her, and she nodded silently before retreating to the bathroom. Alone, she stood in front of the mirror, her reflection a haunting reminder of what she had endured.

Bruises and bite marks marred her skin, red scratches crisscrossing her shoulders and neck. Her body trembled as she scrubbed at her skin harshly, trying to erase the memories.

When her hand brushed against her inner thighs, she felt the remnants of his touch, hua dried cum, and the dam broke. Her sobs echoed in the bathroom as she slid to the floor.

The overwhelming shame and pain consumed her, and one thought came to her mind.
"I want to die."

♦️warning: Self-harm

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esperation drove her to search the bathroom for something sharp, but finding nothing, she left in a daze. Stepping out from the shower, she saw Namjoon sorting his clothes from the wardrobe. Passing by him, she made her way to the kitchen.

Her eyes fell on a knife. Her hands trembled as she picked it up, her heart pounding in her chest loudly. The pain, the humiliation, everything screamed that it was the only way to be free from all this.

Tears gathered in the back of her eyes. She took a shaky breath, gathered all the courage she could muster, and placed the knife against her left wrist.