The sunshine was falling through the floor to ceiling windows of the lavish penthouse kitchen.

I had nothing on except white apron, it's only me and my boyfriend in my apartment.

I diced fresh organic vegetables on the marble countertop.

The freshly ground coffee beans filled up in the air. I hummed softly to myself.

The double doors to the kitchen silently slid open, revealing Namjoon dressed in a tailored suit that emphasized his commanding presence.

"Good morning, love," Namjoon greeted me with a warm smile. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Baby, wear something. I feel like you purposely do this every morning so I get late for work."

I turned around, and smiled, "Good morning, I feel comfortable like this. And  I made your favorite meal," I whispered.

He kissed my neck. "You are my favorite meal, baby."

He made me sit on the countertop, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.

I make sure he never gets enough of me. And she is able to do that all the time. He unbuckled his belt. "You will get late for work, again." I exclaimed.

"And I will think about fcking you all day if I don't do it right now." He replied.

After the hot session, Namjoon left for work.

I looked at my plate that had breakfast. I picked it up and went near the trash bin, I threw the food in the bin.

I put the plate on the sink, the maid will clean it and pick up my coffee, I took off the apron. And went to their room.

I looked at herself in the mirror, I turned around and looked at my stomach. I smiled, knowing her body looks good. I put a lot of effort into it.

I went to dress up for work. I work as a lawyer, dealing with cases and trying to make sure things are fair.

My parents, being well-off, kindly provided me with a nice penthouse. While I'm grateful for their support, I'm determined to prove myself solely through hard work and dedication in my field.
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Y/n made her way to the bustling pilates class, her designer yoga mat slung over her shoulder.

As she entered the studio, her gaze landed on Sana, her long-time friend, who was already elegantly positioned on a reformer machine.

With a smile, Y/n joined her, the two exchanging knowing glances.

"So, have you heard about the latest scandal involving the Hendersons?" Sana asked in a hushed tone, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Y/n nodded, leaning in closer to share the juicy details.

Just as they began to delve deeper into the world of high society gossip, Sana's voice softened, her eyes scanning Y/n's figure.

"Do you think I have gained some weight after the baby?" Sana asked.

Y/n shook her head, a confident smile playing on her lips. "Oh, no, Sana. You are already back to my pre-baby weight," she reassured.

"It has been 7 months Y/n, and still I hadn't have s*x with Jiwon. I do understand what could be the reason. He is focused on the baby, but it makes me think he is being distant with me." Sana exclaimed.

"Did you try?" She asked.

"I do, whenever he comes back home, he plays with Ryan and then goes to sleep. If I try he says he is tired from work." She exclaimed. "He doesn't even come home sometimes, like yesterday night."

"Try talking to him,"

"I don't know, I think he is cheating on me." Sana said. Y/n stared at Sana, she is a really beautiful woman, and her body is perfect too, even after giving birth. And she has such a nice personality. Y/n can't imagine someone cheating on her.

"No, you are just overthinking. Just talk to him." Y/n said. Sana nodded her head.

But a new fear was unlocked for Y/n. She thought it would be enough if she just loved Namjoon, and got pregnant with his baby at the right time. Now she was thinking if that would be the right decision?

What if after getting pregnant he no longer loves her?

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I wake up to the dim light filtering through the curtains, the room enveloped in a hazy glow. The first thing I see is Namjoon's face, his features softened by the gentle morning light.

He was here, he was with me.

But something is off. It's as if he's about to fade away, vanish into thin air. My heart pounds in my chest, and I reach out to touch him, to assure myself that he's real, that he's here.

My fingers graze his arm, and I can feel the warmth of his skin, the solidity of his presence.

Relief floods through me, but it's quickly replaced by a gripping fear that tightens my chest.

I can't lose him. Not now, not ever. Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him as if my life depends on it.

Namjoon stirs, his brow furrowing in confusion as he wakes to find me clutching onto him desperately. His arms encircle me, pulling me closer, and his voice, rough with sleep, murmurs reassurances. "Y/n, it's alright. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. You're safe."

His soothing words penetrate the fog of panic, and I cling to him, my breathing gradually steadying. His steady heartbeat against my cheek acts as a calming rhythm, grounding me in the present moment.

With his arms around me, I begin to believe that perhaps this nightmare of losing him was just a fleeting illusion.

"Joonie,"

"Yeah?"

"Will you stop loving me?" I asked. Namjoon smiled.

"No baby, I am because of you, I will love you,"

"Will you ever gonna cheat on me?" I caressed his face.

"No never." He replied.

"Fck I don't know, I am just scared of you leaving one day." I said. Namjoon kissed her forehead.

"No, baby. You don't understand, you are my life and soul. I will disappear if I am not with you."

"Oh gosh no don't talk about disappearing I saw a Nightmare." I hugged him tightly.

Namjoon showered her with kisses, "Don't overthink, I am here. Even if you try to push me and tell me to leave. I will never leave you baby."
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Y/n sits at the dining table, alongside her younger sister. Their father sits at the head of the table. The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across the room.

"So, Y/n, have you and Namjoon made any plans for your future together?" He looks at Y/n.

Y/n sips her wine, "Not at the moment, father."

"I've been thinking, my friend's son would be a suitable match for you. He's from a respectable family." He said.

Y/N set her glass down, firmly, she can't even imagine being with any one else other than Namjoon. "Father, I love Namjoon. He is the one I wish to marry."

"Who is he? You told me nothing about his family background, what he does for work, where he is from? At this point I am doubting if he is real or not."

"Dad, family background is not important, but he is from a good family," she replied.

Her father sighed and adjusted his glasses, "At least bring him over to meet me. It's been three years, and I haven't had the chance to get to know him."

Y/N nodded her head. "Alright, father. I'll bring Namjoon home."
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Namjoon's brow furrowed, and I could sense his caution as he approached me.

The warmth of his embrace from behind and the soft touch of his lips on my neck attempted to soothe the tension.

His voice, laced with concern, pierced through the silence, "Is everything okay? You didn't run to kiss me today?"

I turned to face him, the weight of my request heavy on my heart. "I want you to meet my father, Namjoon."

"Why?" he asked, his confusion evident.

"Namjoon, my father thinks you are not real, like he actually believes that you are not real because you never met him," I explained, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.

Namjoon's laughter rippled through the room, and I couldn't help but feel exasperated. "Ahh! Stop laughing, you are coming and gonna talk to my father about marriage."

For a moment, his features tensed, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "Y/n, you know I can't, I am not ready for that kind of commitment. I'm not thinking about marriage right now."

My shoulders slumped, the weight of his words sinking in. "It's not about that. I just want you to understand a part of my life, to meet my family. It's important to me."

Namjoon took a step back, his gaze wandering as he struggled to find the right words. "I appreciate that, Y/n, but let's not rush things. Can we focus on us for now, without bringing in more complexities?"

Disappointment washed over me, and I couldn't bear to hold his gaze. He kiss on my ear brought a fleeting comfort, "Baby, right now let's just focus on our future, okay? Let's not think about all that."
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I just stood there, feeling empty, looking at the spot where Namjoon was standing a while ago.

He wasn't there anymore, and it made me feel like I couldn't breathe. It was hard to accept that he had left me. He meant everything to me.

My heart felt like it had broken into pieces, and the pain was so strong I couldn't even explain it.

I searched everywhere, hoping to find something that would tell me he was still around, but there was nothing. He just disappeared without a word.

Days went by, and I kept going to the places we used to go together, hoping to see him, but he wasn't there.

It felt like he was really gone, and he wasn't coming back. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to understand how my life could suddenly feel so empty.

I held onto the memories we made, desperately trying to keep the love we shared close, even though it felt like it was slipping away.
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I woke up in the hospital, feeling weak. My dad's mad, yelling at me why I tried to end my life, My sister Somi looks worried too.

But I looked around the room, looking for him. Where is Namjoon? Does he not care about me? Does he not care if I d'e? He is not worried about me?

"Y/n, why did you do that? Honey you have such a successful career and everything in life why did you hurt yourself?" Dad asked.

But then, I can't hold it in anymore. I start crying and tell him about Namjoon leaving me.

"Dad, Namjoon... he left me. I don't know what else to do."

Dad's face softens as he hugs me, trying to comfort me.

"It's okay, Y/n. We're here for you. We'll get through this together."

Somi puts her hand on my shoulder, trying to show she's there too. It's a little better with them by my side. But I want him, I want Namjoon.

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I watch as my father's friend and his son, Kim Taehyung, enter our living room.

Taehyung is undeniably attractive, with a captivating smile that could disarm anyone.

Attractive, but he is nothing like Namjoon. I Miss him.

I've been living with my father lately, unable to bear the weight of memories in my penthouse, haunting reminders of Namjoon's absence.

"Gosh, now he is hot." Somi whispered in my ears.

"Namjoon is hotter." I mumbled, she wouldn't know that, because she hasn't seen him.

Taehyung took a seat on the couch, me and Somi were still staring at them from afar.

"Have you seen that manspread? I heard from the men who sit like that, the reason they have big d'ck, so they need more space, "she commented. I looked at her.

"Seriously? Since when did you start talking like that?" I asked Somi.

"Y/n! Somi comes downstairs right now." Dad called us so we went to greet them.

"Y/n, meet my son, Taehyung. He's a wonderful young man."

I manage a small smile, feeling a knot form in my stomach at the unspoken suggestion.

They had a normal conversation but it turned into both fathers telling their desires that I and Taehyung marry each other.

My heart sinks, but I try to stay composed, not wanting to offend our guests.

As they leave, an impulsive idea strikes me.

I grab my phone and send Namjoon a text, telling him about the supposed arrangement with Taehyung, hoping it might stir something in him.

Hours later, my phone rings, and it's Namjoon.

~ "Y/n, what's this about you getting married to someone else? Is it true?"

I can't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction knowing that he still cares, that he still has some feelings left.

"Where the fck have you been? I was calling you non stop! You disappeared for days."

~"I can't come right now. But you can't marry any." Namjoon said.

"I will marry, you want, then come stop me. I will only stop if you come and stop the wedding."
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I sit casually across from Taehyung at the lunch table, our arranged marriage conversation unfolding naturally.

"Taehyung, why are you considering this marriage?" Y/n asked.

He takes a moment, his expression open and honest.

"I haven't had the best experiences with relationships. It's been hard to find someone who really understands me." He said.

I nod, understanding his sentiment all too well.

"I get it. Finding the right person can be tough." I hope Namjoon comes and stops this wedding for me.

"So can I ask the reason for the bandage on your wrist? Did you hurt yourself?" He asked.

"No, my boyfriend left me." I replied.

"So you cut yourself?" He asked.

"Yes, I love him so much."

"Then why are you marrying me?" Taehyung asked.

"Because he left me. I am doing it so he comes back."

"What if he doesn't?" Taehyung asked. I smiled.

"Then I will slit my throat instead." My statement made Taehyung visibly upset. I don't think he will marry me now. But my love for Namjoon has no limits.

"Hmm, so you are just using me." Taehyung said.

"Yes, that is why I told you." Y/n exclaimed.

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"Really, it has been  a month now, are your boyfriend gonna come back or you just gonna marry me?" Taehyung asked, now she and Y/n have become friends now.

She forced a smile, "I don't know, he didn't even text me or call me. I don't know where he go."

Taehyung's curiosity piqued as he leaned in slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Can I see a picture of Namjoon? You've mentioned him quite a bit." Taehyung said.

I reach for my phone, feeling a sudden sense of confusion as I realize there are no pictures of Namjoon to show.

I furrow my brow, scrolling through my phone desperately, hoping to find even a hint of his existence.

But there's nothing, not a single trace of him in any of the images or messages.

"I... I can't seem to find any pictures of him. That's strange." Y/n said.

"For how long have you been dating?" He asked.

"3 years, but Namjoon and I lived in moments more than reality." She exclaimed.

Taehyung's expression softens, his concern evident as he watches me search frantically for any evidence of Namjoon's presence.

"Where did you meet him?" Taehyung asked.

"At my mom's funeral, he was there with me when I needed him. He was there when I was at my lowest." Y/n said.

"You have his number?" Taehyung asked.

She nodded her head and called him. "Wait wait, he will pick it up, he will. I know he will."

Taehyung took her phone. "Y/n, you are calling yourself. And the text you sent is to yourself."

It shocked Y/n, "What no? I don't know how."

"Y/n, is he a real person?" Taehyung asked.

"Of course, of course he is a real person. I don't have a video. Come to my apartment, I will show you his stuff." She said and took him to her apartment building.

"You all know my boyfriend right?" Y/n asked the security guard.

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend ma'am, you live alone and sometimes you talk to yourself." He replied.

Together, we scour the surroundings, checking security cameras and asking people, but there's no sign of him anywhere. Even in security cameras, she looked at the footage where she thought Namjoon was there but he wasn't.

It's as if he never truly existed beyond the confines of my own mind.

"But he was with me, trust me. He was with me." I said.

Taehyung looked at me as if I had gone insane. Have I gone insane?

"Y/n, I think you started imagining him because you were going through a hard time. And he disappears when you finally heal." Taehyung said.

That can't be true. No, "But he was real, he was everything I wanted,"

"Because he was created by you in your head. He was perfect, because you imagined him to be perfect."

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