"Wow. You're pregnant?" he taunted, the words dripping with a perverse satisfaction. Y/n, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the situation, began to cry, her eyes tightly shut as if hoping to wake up from a nightmare.
"Aww... Why are you crying?"...
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Y/n sat on the couch, her demeanor reflecting a mixture of anger and sadness. Her gaze was fixed on an indeterminate point, her thoughts seemingly consumed by a weight she couldn't shake off. The heaviness in the air was palpable, mirroring the turmoil within her.
Seeing Y/n in this state, Namjoon approached her with care, his presence a gentle reassurance. He sat beside her, his eyes filled with concern and a touch of adoration for her fiery spirit. Despite her anger, he couldn't help but find her captivating in her vulnerability.
"Y/n," Namjoon called out softly, his voice tender and laced with understanding. He reached out to touch her shoulder, seeking to offer his comfort, but she recoiled, pushing him away. His heart sank at the rejection, a flicker of hurt crossing his features, but he quickly masked it with a gentle smile.
Undeterred, Namjoon glanced toward his mother, who stood nearby, silently acknowledging their unspoken understanding. There was a shared history between them, a recognition of the depths of Y/n's emotions and the delicate nature of the situation. With a silent nod exchanged between them, Namjoon approached Y/n once again.
Taking a step forward, Namjoon positioned himself in front of Y/n, his eyes searching her face for any sign of a breakthrough. He understood that her anger stemmed from a place of pain, and he was determined to be there for her, even if it meant weathering the storm of her emotions.
"Hey," Namjoon spoke softly, his voice a gentle plea. "What happened? Talk to me"
He reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly in the air, ready to offer solace if she would accept it. He hoped that through his unwavering support, he could help her find a way to express her inner turmoil and perhaps begin to heal the wounds that plagued her.
Y/n's anger surged within her, fueling her actions as she abruptly stood up from the couch. The frustration in her voice was palpable as she addressed Namjoon.
"Mom said to him not to talk to me," Y/n exclaimed, her tone laced with defiance and resentment. Her words revealed the depth of the internal conflict she was experiencing, torn between her emotions and the wishes of her mother.
Y/n stormed into her room, anger radiating from every fiber of her being. Her footsteps echoed through the space as she forcefully closed the door behind her. She could feel Namjoon's presence lingering behind, following her into the room. His footsteps were hesitant, as if he were unsure of how to proceed.
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