*Rina POV*

One thing. Namjoon's arm. That's it, that's the chapter.

It had been slung over my waist all night and it felt so good. Our bodies were practically pressed up against each other and if I said I didn't like the feeling I would be lying hard. I guess I felt safe even if I was embarrassed or worrying about waking up and facing him.

He moved around and I knew he was awake. I stayed still but he still mumbled a sleepy 'good morning' meaning he knew I was awake too.

"Hey....about last night… Rina…. " Namjoon sat up in the bed drowsily looking down at me as I huddled under the covers. The morning was cold and I only had bra and underwear on, how he could sit up without a shirt was beyond me. He took a deep breath and continued slowly. 

"I… well, I was a bit drunk, I said a lot of things that I didn't mean or intend to say…." He looked away uncomfortably and I couldn't help but feel bad for him. I'm sure he's just as confused with his feelings as I am with mine….at least I hope so. 

"It's fine, I get it. If I had the energy I probably would've said some stupid things too." I laughed quietly and turned to the side, it felt so strange. I didn't know how to act around him, I didn't know how to carry on from now on. 

"Get dressed, I need to talk to you over breakfast." He smiled at me and grabbed my hand, kissing it softly before getting up and disappearing out of the bedroom. 

I took a minute to wake up properly but was soon out of the bed and in the bathroom. I still was a bit hazy and my head felt like it had a lot of pressure in it. I didn't drink that much so I guess that's why it's not that bad. My abdomen was also sore and my leg hurt even worse than yesterday…damn, was there any part of me that didn't hurt? 

After I was done I went through Namjoon's closet until I found some fairly basic looking clothes to put on, he ripped my shirt last night so I'm taking some of his. 

After I was dressed I made my way downstairs to the kitchen drowsily. It smelt good but I didn't feel like eating. He placed a plate of pancakes in front of me as I sat down at the counter.

"So..….sex." He placed his hands on the counter, looking at me with a cheeky smile.

"Yes….?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to understand what he was getting at. 

"We had it last night." He smiled wider and I looked away, embarrassed. Is he just rubbing it in now?

"What is your point?" I shifted around in my seat, looking at everything except his face. Jesus, I was really embarrassed to even see his face. I can't believe we did that last night.

"Sex can be a bit complicated. What we had last night was unprotected sex. Now, I know that I'm clean, I've been tested, and I know that you're clean cause well...heh, I'm the first to stick my di-"

"Okay, okay, just keep it simple." I cut him off before he could say anything further and he lowkey looked offended. What? You seriously think I wanna hear about how I let you stick your dick inside me?

"Now, every guy in the school most probably has stds…..except me." He paused for a second as his eyes flickered to me. "So don't have sex with anyone in the school……..except for me." He nodded deftly and my eyebrows raised at his bold statement.

Convenient.

He continued talking, cutting off my annoying thoughts. "Side note, since I didn't use a condom yet still nutted inside you there's a very small chance that you're-"

"Pregnant!?" I nearly screamed the word as I stood up. The chair behind me fell over onto the ground with a loud bang and I finally looked at Namjoon, feeling the horror settling in.

"Heh. Maybe." He chuckled with a devilish grin. My mouth dropped at how calmly he was talking about it.

"Make it stop." I gave him a serious glare, determined to not let this drag on any further. How could I have been so stupid last night? Was I really drunk enough to forget the fact that I could potentially get pregnant?

"Can't." He answered briskly while crossing his arms over his chest.

"You have to." I spoke through closed teeth as I felt myself getting pissed at how he was seriously not showing any concern or panic over this.

"Nuthin' I can do." He turned around and walked to the fridge, acting like he didn't give a single fuck.

"Kim Namjoon…." I walked around the counter and grabbed his shirt, pulling him so he faced me. "Don't do this to m-"

"What? Would it really be so bad?" He cut me off mid-sentence, looking down at me with an intense glare.

"Would it be so bad….to be mine?" He whispered gently and I felt my eyes watering. No, It wouldn't be so bad.

"Not…..like this." I turned away from him, putting distance between us before anything could escalate. 

Silence quickly enveloped us. We stood a few metres apart, deep in thought. I was so conflicted...whenever I was around him. I feared it would've been silent the whole day but the sudden sound of the front door opening made both me and Namjoon seemingly forget about the whole thing.

We walked to the living room where I froze in disbelief. Anya walked in carrying a sleeping Kyung-hee on her back. I felt a pang of alarm at the sight of my beloved and only sister in the arms of someone like Anya. 

She gently laid her down on the couch and cleared her throat. "One order for a total cutie pie." Anya's smile was strangely very innocent and it gave me the impression that she had seriously taken a liking to Kyung-hee. I couldn't really blame her though, Kyung-hee is an angel.

"Thank you, Anya. You're a darling." Namjoon chimed in, looking at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Thank you…." I whispered to him, trying not to cry. Anything involving Kyung-hee could make or break me. She really is the light of my life, I'll never be able to give her back the years of childhood that our dad stripped away from us but I atleast have to try. 

"Rina! let's chat." Anya walked up and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me away from Namjoon much to my discontent. 

"What." I looked at her with an unamused face. I know I shouldn't be so hostile but god dammit she could have done anything to Kyung-hee, she's a pervert.

"Tsk, so hostile, because of me little buttercup over there had the time of her life. We went to an ice cream parlour, to the movies and don't tell your dad but we may have visited a strip club~~" She sang out those last two words and my eyes widened in horror. 

"You WHAT?" I shook off her arm and pushed her away from me.

"Chill, boo, I can take you there too. Next week they're featuring Thunder from Down Under mhmmm." She pointed downward with a dirty look.

"Kyung-hee isn't even 18 yet!! Are you out of your mind!?" I yelled, feeling beyond pissed and protective as ever. 

"Pffft, I was banging dudes left right and centre by the age of 14, she'll be fine, trust me." Anya walked forward and placed her hand on my arm comfortingly. 

"Don't ever do anything like that again. If I see you even talking to Kyung-hee, I'll make sure you never talk again." I turned around, my anger was way too high for the situation. Anya wasn't completely at fault seeing as that's basically the way she was raised but she had no right taking Kyung-hee to a place like that.

"What are you doing, Rina. Are you ever gonna let her grow up?" Anya called out from behind me, her own voice was raised and it made me stop in my tracks.

"Just because she's small and the cutest little thing I've ever seen in my life, doesn't mean she isn't a woman. Stop treating her like a child." Anya almost sounded pissed but her words made sense in my mind. I knew I was treating her like a child but that's because it's all I've ever known and all I do is feel fear that she'll get hurt.

"You wouldn't understand." I mumbled out, already feeling exhausted by thinking about it all. I was afraid that if I gave her a free run then I would never get her back. 

"Oh I understand perfectly….pussy." Anya walked past me, almost hissing that last word. It definitely hurt but I held it together. Namjoon was watching us, concern written all over his face.

The loud knocking on the door made both me and Anya's heads turn to the entrance instantly. I looked at Namjoon and he appeared confused at the interruption. Obviously it wasn't an expected visit.

We both headed to the door as Anya hung back. I heard Namjoom cursing under his breath as he opened it. My throat tightened at the people who were on the other side. I never would've expected to see them together and now that I did it felt truly terrifying at what they could possibly want with each other.

It was Yeeun and my dad...