~Y/N POV~

There's nothing like a nice hot bubbly bath at night to soothe your thoughts.

Since yesterday I keep thinking about Mrs Jeon's words.

"If you can, think really hard about the office party. There's a lot more that happened than you think and that will help seek out the answers you need."

They keep running over and over again in my head and I cant stop thinking about it. It bothers me greatly and even stresses me out so.

It's like her words have started a stir in my head, like an internal battle to think to that party and what happened for reasons that are unclear to me.

I groaned quietly to myself, shifting on my back as I laid back in the warm bubbly water. Slowly soothing my hands over my belly that now sticks out of the water ever so slightly. I smiled to myself as I felt the flutters but soon enough I know already those flutters will turn to kicks in the next couple of weeks. It's only a matter of time.

It's a quiet but very peaceful night tonight.

Namjoon came over tonight. He wanted to cook but I insisted on take out, I wanted pizza and Jeonsan was more than happy to agree so that's what we got. Namjoon didn't have the chance to refuse but he didn't try, so that was okay.

Jeonsan was now in bed, sleeping thank goodness. He was very hyper and energetic today but he's now recharging in his bed, snoozing. Namjoon is just in the living room, watching some tv or whatever he is doing as he waits for me. He told me to take my time and so I choose to take my time.

But for some reason as I think about Namjoon, my thoughts go back to the party night. I just don't get it. Why do I keep focusing on that night?

All because of Mrs Jeon's words??

It creates this frustration in me that I end up slapping the surface of the water and pout to myself before sitting up to grab the sponge to wash my body with some jasmine scented body wash. I took a sniff of the bottle that calmed me for a brief moment until I started to scrub my shoulders and arms with the pink sponge.

"Jungkook and I fought."

I whispered to myself, staring at the tiled wall beside me.

"Namjoon came and Jungkook left."

I told myself, as I relive the moments in my head. It helps to say it out loud.

"Namjoon and I then had sex and we fell asleep....I think."

A frowned formed upon my face and I paused the scrubbing on my upper left arm.

Why cant I remember falling asleep?

Now that is where the block comes in.

I know I did because I remember waking up next to Namjoon but.....

When I thought came to mind my eyes wondered towards my white robe hanging on the back of the door. I just stared at it as I recalled waking up that morning with the hotels branded white robe around my body, but still naked underneath.

I don't remember waking up in the night to put a robe on.

Dropping the sponge into the water I leaned back into the tub, submerging my body but gripping onto the sides of the tub staring a head of me.

Why did I even put a robe on in the first place?
Like what would be the point?
Namjoon had already seen me naked then so, why?

This was infuriating and really I should stop before I get too worked up over possibly nothing but when you can't remember something that some how feels important, it could mess up your head.

White robe??

I glanced down at my stomach again, deep in my thoughts. Concentrating deep within my consciousness, searching for some meaning to this.

But then, something flickers in my head, something that stirs my head up even more that it shocks me.

As if a quick flash, an image in my mind popped up of a hand, caressing a finger along my stomach. But when I recall the hand, it's not Namjoons, this hand had tattoos on his knuckles and fingers. Namjoon doesn't have tattoos.

"This body is a temple Y/n and in every way your body is beautiful."

"It's only evidence that you brought life into this world."

In my mind, closing my eyes I could hear that voice so clear as if he's in the room with me. I know that voice, I know it so well but yet I don't want to believe he would be the man to tell me these things.

"You carried my child inside this body."

Oh shit no.

"And I'll make damn sure of it, that you'll carry another."

My eyes flew open and I quickly scattered out the tub, grabbing my robe off the back of the door, tying it around my waist and bolted it out the bathroom, leaving my bath behind. I needed answers and I cant just recall that voice, telling me those words and not have confirmation of something.

As I quickly entered the room, Namjoon flinched from the couch. He frowned at me when he watched me practically run towards my phone but stood up, gently grabbing my shoulders to turn me around to face him.

"Y/n wha-" Namjoon

"Did I go to Jungkook's room that night?"

His brows raised high upon his forehead, shocked at my question but I was dead serious. I kept eye contact with him, neither of us blinking for several seconds.

"Not that I remember. Why are you asking?" Namjoon

He asks me softly but yet furrowing his brows to form new creases on his forehead.

"I remembered something and I need to speak to Jungkook."

I told him, looking down at my phone, scrolling through my screen for Jungkook's name. I found it and was about to press his name when suddenly the phone was snatched out my hand and Namjoon quickly made an escape to the other side of the room, clutching my phone into his chest with both hands.

"That's not a good idea Y/n." Namjoon

"And why the fuck not?"

I asked him. My hands balled into fists but I put them on my hips, glaring at him from across the room, debating to just jump him and take him by surprise.

"Because it's not a good idea is all." Namjoon

"Tell me your reason why?"

A brow raised suspicously I'm starting to think Namjoon knows more than he's letting on.

Instead of replying to me, Namjoon just sighs and then lowers his gaze to the floor pouting his lips together and then dropping his hands from his chest but stuffing my phone into the pocket of his trousers.

"You say you remember something. What do you remember?" Namjoon

He asked without looking at me and wondered back to the couch, sitting down in his previous spot. I on the other hand blushed, thinking back to the voice I heard my head and the things he said.

"Just stuff, Namjoon. I need to call Jungkook."

I told him, hand out towards him as I know stand in front of him but instead of passing me the phone, Namjoon just looks up at me, eyes so sad as if he could break by just a touch. Dropping my hand back to my side and I held his saddened gaze which made my heart clench for him.

"You remember don't you?" Namjoon

He whispered to me but I just tilt my head to the side.

"Remember what Namjoon?"

I asked him carefully but he just pressed his lips together and looked away again.

"You tell me Y/n. You're the one that said you remembered something and it obviously has something to do with Jungkook, so tell me." Namjoon

I just stared to the side of his face as he continued to stare to the corner of the room, now chewing on his inner cheek and balling up his fist that rested on his right knee.

"You're hiding something from me Namjoon, aren't you?"

A guilty expression spread across his features before he turned his head to face me again and I slumped my shoulder, showing my disappointment.

"You know, somewhat of what I remember don't you?"

He nods, taking my left hand and presses it against his cheek after placing a soft kiss to my palm.

"I do." Namjoon

Using my thumb I caressed his cheek as he leans into my touch, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. I got down onto my knees, positioned between his legs, not taking my hand from his cheek and pressed my forehead against his. My heart was beating so fast, so rapidly my chest felt like it could burst.

"Namjoon?"

I whispered to him but he squeezed his eyes shut tighter as if in pain and I just broke all the more.

"Yeah?" Namjoon

He croaked out but placed his large hand over mine on his cheek.

"Did I have sex with Jungkook that night too?"

But instead of responding, Namjoon suddenly chocked a sob out and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me up onto his lap. I kissed him back but there was something different about this kiss compared to all the others we have shared. It was desperate, but slow, holding so many emotions in at once. It felt like he was saying goodbye.

When we separated, I couldn't help the tears in my eyes feeling some way that I couldn't muster. But Namjoon pressed his forehead against mine once again, breathing heavily between us, his eyes still closed as if he was too scared to open them to face me.

"Yes." Namjoon

He finally answered, whispering against my lips and that's when everything changed.