Y/n is a pediatrician who happens to meet Kim Namjoon of BTS. She struggles with anxiety, eating disorder, PTSD, depression, and self h@rm. Namjoon helps her become more confident as they fall for each other.
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Y/n's POV: I slept the rest of the night. I don't really remember dreaming. Namjoon woke me up and told me to get ready for work.
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We made it to BigHit where we were met by Yoongi.
"Hey guys, Bang Pdnim is looking for you. Both of you"
I gulped in fear and anxiety. What could he need. Since we were inside, we were holding hands. Namjoon squeezed it to tell me to relax. We started walking to his office.
"It's gonna be okay."
"I hope so Joonie."
We entered his office. "Ah, Ms. Yun, Namjoon, I'm glad you got here so fast. Please sit." We both sat in the two chairs. He didn't look mad, but he also didn't look as joyful as usual. "We have a problem."
Joon and I looked at him confused. "What do you mean by problem?" Joon asked.
"You've been exposed."
"What?!" Joon and I said in unison. He held my hand tighter, as it started to shake.
"How?" Namjoon was so calm.
"I don't know. The only think that I do know, is that a picture of you two was posted. Since then, people have made the discovery of you, Ms. Yun, as a doctor. The only thing that we can do know is either make a public announcement, or you have to break up."
"No. We're not breaking up. Let us talk and we'll get back to you."
"Ok, then you may leave." I was staring into space. I couldn't process anything. Namjoon helped to navigate the halls, all the way to his studio. We walked and he closed the door then lead me to his couch.
"Y/n. Are you ok?" Nothing was taking me out of my trance. Namjoon stood up and went to his desk. He brought something over to me, placing it on my head. Then I heard music. I closed my eyes and took in the music.
He brought a pillow to one end of his couch and lied me down. He got a blanket and draped it over me. I didn't sleep. I just focused on the beat, vocals, breathing, and instrumentals. I just tried to relaxed.
(After 30 minutes) I felt the headphones leave my head. I opened my eyes. "Baby, we need to talk about this."
