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She was drying her hair, the soft hum of the hairdryer filling the otherwise quiet room, when she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching. She immediately knew he had come back.

The sound of his movements was familiar, grounding her in the moment. She glanced briefly at the door as he put his things in their usual spots, then grabbed his clothes from the wardrobe and disappeared into the bathroom for a quick shower.

She stood there for a moment, watching herself in the mirror, taking in the reflection of the white dress that covered her from head to toe. It hid the marks and scars she’d long kept hidden, allowing her to feel a sense of safety.

The dress felt like a barrier, protecting her from the world and from herself. She gave herself one final touch-up, straightening her shoulders and giving a small, private smile. Deep down, she was excited today,that she would visit her in-laws.

Her in-laws had always treated her like their own daughter, with kindness and love. In their presence, she felt like she mattered. They made her feel safe, respected, and, most importantly, loved.

It was a rare and cherished feeling. As she made her way downstairs, her heart fluttered with warmth at the thought of being surrounded by their gentle affection.

When Namjoon finally appeared, he didn’t say much. His expression remained neutral, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. He called to her to join him, his voice clipped and distracted.

She nodded and slowly walked after him, her steps soft against the wooden floors. Outside, they reached his car. She noticed he was deliberately avoiding looking at her, something about his gaze was distant, like he was trying to protect himself from something.

Namjoon focused intently on the road as they drove. His silence was palpable, and she, in turn, found herself fidgeting with her fingers. Her thoughts seemed to race, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling of the tension in the air. She decided to break it.

"Aren’t you going to buy anything for them?" she asked, her voice steady yet quiet.

Namjoon’s focus didn’t waver from the road, though he muttered absentmindedly, "Oh yeah, I forgot... what should we buy?"

She smiled slightly, her eyes glancing at him. "Something sweet. Since it's our first time visiting after the wedding" she suggested, her tone light.

He nodded and after a while, pulled into a bakery. They picked up a selection of pastries, puff cakes, tarts, and other sweet delights and continued the drive, the air between them still thick with unspoken words.

When they arrived at his parents’ house, Namjoon pressed the doorbell and gently took her hand, his touch warm but fleeting.

She looked up at him with her wide, innocent almond eyes, hoping for something more, something that would make this silence less heavy. He quickly averted his gaze, and a part of her felt a pang of hurt.

The door opened, and Namjoon’s father greeted them with a smile. "Welcome, welcome"  he said warmly, ushering them inside. His mother, always full of affection, wrapped Y/N in a tight, motherly embrace.

Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion as she sank into her arms. The warmth, the love, the feeling of being cared for, it was something she desperately craved. The feeling of safety was something that seemed so foreign to her, but here, it felt natural.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and for a moment, she let herself melt into the embrace, not wanting to leave. She wanted to hold onto this feeling, to bask in the love of a mother. But slowly, she pulled away, reluctant but knowing it was time to release the moment.

Namjoon and his father exchanged knowing smiles, amused by the tenderness between the women. The atmosphere shifted to a more casual one as they all moved to the living room. Namjoon’s mother gave him a playful glare.

"Why didn’t you bring her to me sooner?" she scolded, though her tone was light. "I’ve missed her so much."

Namjoon scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "Mom… I’ve been busy."

"Work, work, work…" his mother mocked, her voice rising in faux exasperation. "You’ve been busy, I see. And you" she turned to Y/N, "couldn’t come by yourself?"

Y/N, amused, teased, "You never called me, so how would I come?"

Namjoon’s mother raised an eyebrow, but her lips curved into a smile. "And look at you… You look so weak. Namjoon isn’t giving you enough attention, is he?" she said, her tone playful but tinged with concern. She leaned toward him to grab his ear, but he skillfully dodged her hand.

His mother scolded him lightly, her voice full of mock anger. "You need to take her out on dates! You’re working so much that you’re draining all her energy. Look at her, she looks so dull."

Y/N, caught between laughter and sadness, smiled faintly. "It’s his some other work that drained me" she thought, keeping her smile despite the turmoil inside.

"Let’s eat. They must be starving" Namjoon’s father said, quickly defusing the situation. Namjoon’s mother palmed her forehead, but she couldn’t suppress a smile as she moved toward the kitchen.

"I’ll help"  Y/N said quickly, eager to assist and show her appreciation for everything they did for her.

Namjoon’s father turned to Namjoon, his voice low but serious. 'Is everything alright between the two of you?"

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting to Y/N as she interacted with his mother. There was something in her laugh, something in the way she smiled that made his heart ache. For a moment, he felt a pang of loss, a reminder of his late sister Jiwoo. "Yes... we’re fine" he replied, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Y/N helped in setting the table, trying to stay composed, when Namjoon’s mother interrupted her thoughts.

"Y/N"she called gently, her voice soft but persistent. "Do you have any symptoms? I mean, any differences... in your body?"

Y/N paused, confused. "I don’t understand, Mom. What do you mean?"

Namjoon’s mother hesitated, then asked more directly, "Are you feeling nauseous? Or... any signs of pregnancy?"

Y/N blinked in surprise, the question catching her off guard. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to keep her composure. "No, I don’t feel anything like that" she answered quickly, trying to ignore the sudden wave of discomfort.

His mother’s expression softened with a tender sadness. "I’ve always wanted grandchildren. Jiwoo’s not with us anymore, and Namjoon’s got his new house… I didn’t want to intrude, but I wanted to see my grandbabies before it’s too late." Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of her late daughter.

Y/N’s heart broke. "I’m sorry, Eomma" she whispered, pulling her into a hug. It felt so right to be wrapped in the warmth of a mother’s love, and it pained her to see this sadness in her.

"It’s not your fault, dear" Namjoon’s mother whispered back, the tears in her eyes a silent testament to the love she held for her family.

They pulled apart, and Namjoon’s mother gave her a soft smile. "I’m not forcing you, dear. I just wanted to ask… Do you really not have any symptoms?"

Y/N’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "If you want grandchildren, ask your son. His mind is elsewhere" she thought, but she remained silent.

Dinner was served, and they all sat around the table. Namjoon and Y/N were side by side, his parents sitting across from them. The meal went on with light chatter until Namjoon’s mother turned to him, her expression serious.

"Namjoon, I need to ask you something" she said, her voice quiet.

"Yes, Mom?" Namjoon responded, his eyes already looking at his plate.

"It’s been more than two months since your marriage. When are you two going to give me some good news?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope. Y/N’s face immediately flushed with embarrassment. She had hoped this conversation wouldn’t come up.

Namjoon paused, unsure of how to respond. He thought maybe Y/N had shared something with his mother, but he wasn’t sure how to approach the topic. "Mom, we’re not ready yet" he said, trying to deflect.

Y/N, however, couldn’t help but think to herself, "I’m ready… Just not with you yet." She pushed the thought aside.

His mother frowned. "That’s not a good excuse, Namjoon. You’re both educated, independent. You could raise a child together. What’s the problem?"

Namjoon’s father intervened gently, "Let them decide when they’re ready. It’s their choice."

His mother pouted, but she relented and began eating, though her gaze lingered on the two of them, hoping for more.

Later, after the meal, Namjoon’s mother placed a special dish on the table, smiling warmly at
Y/N. "This is your favorite. I made it just for you" she said, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Y/N’s heart swelled with gratitude as she took a bite of the rich, creamy dessert, the sweetness instantly enveloping her senses.

The texture, the balance of flavors, everything about it reminded her of the care and love that went into making it. She smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at Namjoon’s mother.

"Thank you, Eomma" she said, savoring another bite. "It’s so delicious. I really love it."

Namjoon’s mother beamed at the compliment, clearly pleased that Y/N enjoyed her cooking. "I’m so glad you like it, dear" she said, the warmth in her voice undeniable.

As the meal came to an end, Y/N insisted on helping clean the table. Namjoon’s parents left the kitchen, giving her space to tidy up. She was lost in the quiet rhythm of washing the dishes when she suddenly felt the presence of someone behind her.

The air seemed to shift, a charged stillness enveloping the room. Namjoon’s breath on the back of her neck sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly, he spun her around, his face close to hers. There was something in his eyes an intensity, a longing that she could feel radiating between them.

"You know" he whispered, his voice low and tender, "you look so beautiful right now that I… I can’t seem to stop looking at you...I wanna fuck you so hard right here on this counter"

Y/N’s heart raced as he closed the distance between them, his arms gently wrapping around her, trapping her softly between the counter and himself. She felt a surge of warmth in her chest, her breath catching as he drew her closer.

His lips brushed hers in a kiss that was slow, tender, full of affection. But when she didn’t immediately respond, he pulled back slightly, searching her face for a reaction.

"Kiss me back" he urged softly, his voice filled with quiet desire.

Y/N shook her head with a teasing smile, her cheeks flushed. "I won’t" she said, her tone playful, yet there was something in her eyes that made him pause.

Namjoon’s gaze softened, a mix of amusement and affection. "Then let me in.." he said, his lips hovering over hers once more, his hand gently cupping her face.

She didn't let him in her mouth so he rubbed her womanhood from his other hand, she gasped and he entered his tougue in her mouth. He was kissing her but suddenly, Namjoon’s mother entered, the sight of them halting her in her tracks.

Namjoon, caught off guard, quickly pulled away, his face turning red with embarrassment. Y/N, too, felt her cheeks heat up, her gaze dropping as she tried to compose herself.

Namjoon’s mother smiled, clearly flustered but in good spirits. "I’ll just... step outside for a moment" she said with a soft laugh, her cheeks pink as she quickly exited the kitchen, returning to her husband.

Namjoon, equally embarrassed, turned to leave the kitchen, his voice slightly strained. "I... uh... I’ll be outside" he muttered, disappearing through the door.

Y/N stood there for a moment, her heart still fluttering. The sudden interruption had caught her off guard, but there was a lightness in the air, an unexpected warmth that made her smile.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N finished cleaning the dishes and headed outside to join Namjoon, ready to face the rest of the evening with whatever it might bring.

~love is a silent violence.

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