~Y/N POV~

It was time for my break but unfortunately Byeol or Sara weren't free for their breaks so it would actually be my first break alone since working here. It's always been at least one of them here with me but I guess I should get use to it.

I only brought a sandwich that I made myself to work with me but I also helped myself to an apple from the fruit bowl in the break room. The apples looked juicy and shiny so how could I resist when that one particular apple was calling my name.

Sitting at the table I had not long finished my sandwich so I moved onto my apple, chomping down on it as I hummed to myself just gazing around the room thinking about my son and maybe if the sun stays out after work we could stop by the park on the way home before it gets too dark.

Jeonsan loves the park.

Especially the round about but seeing him on it makes me nervous. Like what would happen if he falls off it and breaks his arm?

That would be any mothers nightmare but it happens.

"Hello Y/n!"

Flinching to the sound of his voice I turned around to find Namjoon, a fellow co worker casually walk into the break room showing off his dimple smile as he waves at me but walking towards the coffee machine.

"Hey Namjoon."

"So we both have a few minutes to spare in this hectic work place huh?" Namjoon

I nodded yet chuckled at his question but watched him place his cup under the machine, pressing a few buttons until the machine started to brew up his coffee which gave him the chance to turn around to face me, leaning against the counter and crossing his bare arms that were showing through his rolled up sleeves.

"I guess so. Mr Jeon insisted I take my lunch break so I could take a break from reading all the briefs that Mr Kim sent him this morning."

Namjoon's brows furrowed together as he hummed as he turned back to pick up his coffee.

"Which Mr Kim? Jin or Taehyung?" Namjoon

"Jin."

I responded to then take a bite of my apple and chew away at the juicy fruit with a smile on my face. Namjoon hummed again and came to sit beside me on the same table, putting his cup in front of him as he steams away.

"Y/n could I ask you a question? If you don't mind of course." Namjoon

Internally I cringed because I have a feeling what this is about. Byeol told me that it's not a secret anymore that Jungkook and I have a history together but she doesn't know that we share a child, only that we were once married but little does she know that we are still married.

"Okay?"

Namjoon sighs, twisting his cup by the handle as he stares at it intensely.

"I know about you and Jungkook's past history." Namjoon

I hummed but yet nodded, knowing he had more to say.

"I know you're stil legally married to him and share a son." Namjoon

My eyes widen with surprise but that soon died off when I realised that Jungkook must of been the one that told him that.

"Right?"

I nod firmly to confirm it myself but he just awkwardly shifts on his chair and pushes up his glasses from falling down his face.

"So what I want to ask you, is that what happened between you two? I mean I know Jungkook's from what he told me but I've always been curious about yours. Like have you been okay?" Namjoon

He wants to know if I'm okay?

My feelings?

A part of me softened by his question.

Someone that knows the truth between Jungkook and I and is close friends with him wants to know how I'm feeling?

"I'm fine."

I creaked a small smile, biting into my apple again just to chuck it into the bin behind me since I finished it to the core. But yet he squints his eyes at me, taking a sip from his cup and setting it back down again.

"Y/n." Namjoon

That raised brow was a little intimidating but the moment I sighed softly, breaking that eye contact from him I looked away before seeing his own eyes soften.

"I wont tell Jungkook if that's what you're scared off. I promise and I never break my promises." Namjoon

Again I looked him back in the eyes, seeing that certain look in his eyes which told me I could trust him. You can just tell he's easy to talk to and has that trust worthy face.

"It's been hard."

I gulped, finally bringing my feelings up in front of another for the first time. Bringing down that wall that I keep up for the sake of my insanity and my son.

Namjoon places his hand on top of mine, softly staring back at me with a small smile to his face that still showed his small dimples on his cheeks.

"After Jungkook left..."

I paused for a moment, trying to form what I'm going to say next and try not show too much pain in bringing back the memories.

"After he left....I called my parents and told them about my son being born but all they cared about was Jungkook and his money. The moment I told them he left me, they hung up on me and blocked me completely."

Namjoon only nods showing that he's listening.

"So a nurse felt pity towards me and my son and drove myself and my baby to a womans shelter to stay there. I stayed there with nothing, no money, no job just second hand clothes from charity and scraps from the shelters cooks. It wasn't much but it was something."

"How long were you there for?" Namjoon

"Ten months. I ended up finding a job and a cheap studio apartment for myself and Jeonsan. Luckily the old woman that owned the building was kind enough to rent it out to me and on top of that watch Jeonsan for me for free while I worked."

I smiled thinking back to the old woman. She treated me like her own grandchild and I started to love her like my grandmother. The type of love I never felt from my own family. But now thinking back on that woman, it brings tears to my eyes which I quickly wipe away but it was too late. Namjoon saw and took out a packet of tissues from his pocket and kindly pass me one.

"I take it, the story with the woman doesn't end well?" Namjoon

I shook my head, wiping my eyes with tears.

"No, it does not. She died or natural causes. Her old age got to her but she was a wonderful woman. I'll never forget how much she did for me."

He nods and lightly pats my shoulder offerings support.

"So after she died I found another place since her son had to sell the apartment complex because he couldn't afford to keep it. I found this two bedroom apartment I'm in now, got this job and now here I am. I'm just trying to give my son everything he deserves. Jeonsan deserves a lot more than he's got."

"But to him Y/n, I'm sure he has everything he needs and to a child that is everything he could ever ask for." Namjoon

I let out a small yet sad laugh. I know that's true, Jeonsan appreciates anything I give him no matter how cheap it is. I mean that boy gets ecstatic when I give him a pair of socks and constantly tells me thank you, he's that grateful. My son is an angel.

"I love my son Namjoon and I would do anything for him even if it means I go without."

Namjoon only smiles, letting his hand drop from my shoulder and back to my hand resting on the table.

"It shows Y/n. It really does." Namjoon

All I could do was smile at him, gazing back at this man with more fondness than I had before. He seems so easy to talk to, it just flows out of me like a river to a dam. Maybe he should be my therapist?

~AUTHOR POV~

But little did Y/n and Namjoon know, that all this time someone was standing around the corner, listening to their private conversation. Fiddling with his fingers as he tries to deal with the guilt and anger building up inside him.

Taking one last look at the two of them staring at one another, his jealousy started to fuel his anger even more, before he kicked the wall with the back of his foot before he stomped off towards his office, forgetting about the thought of coffee.

"If I hadn't of left her, things would of been different. It's all my fucking fault."