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I plopped on the bed and clicked on my baby's video call icon, it went on a few rings and his face came on display. "My baby~" I cooed, he smiled a little but I frowned, his cheeks were puffed up, eyes bloodshot red, a smile that doesn't makes his dimples appear. "Puppy did you ate?" I asked, cause he might be sleeping, before attending this video call. "N-no hyung, am still in office" he muttered, I frowned even more. "Baby have you been crying?" I asked worriedly, his face crestfallen. "U-uh n-no hyung" he stammered but the new tears which were pooling in his eyes, said otherwise.

"Baby what happened?" my voice was soothing, as a whisper. He bite his inner cheeks and dangled his head as new tears adorned his cheeks. "Shh puppy what happened?" I asked again, concerned. "H-hyung I t-think I can n-no longer work h-here anymore" he whispered, wrinkles appeared on my forehead as I scrunched my eyebrows, it is his dream job and he was happy to work there. "Baby is there something your hiding from me?" I asked a loud chocked sob escaped his lips, I pursed my lips into a thin line, my eyes already watering from the sight of my other half struggling.

"H-hyung" he whispered yearningly, gritting his teeth. I let out a shaky hum and caressed my phone screen, "H-hyung my boss...h-he t-touched me hyung" he muttered. "Baby" I asked baffled. "H-he forced m-me hyung, y-yesterday h-he locked both of us in a r-room a-and a-and" he stammered. "D-did he?" I stuttered. "H-he r-raped me hyung" he muttered, my heart dropped to my stomach. He cried even more louder, and shut his mouth from letting all of it out.

"Fuck" I cursed, and ended the call. I held my head into my palms, not knowing what to do nor what to say, I don't know how to console him but I know that he needs some emotional support, I packed my things and departure on the last flight to Paris.

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Everything was unfamiliar, and the language barrier was such a burden but somehow I managed to get on a taxi driver who could speak Korean. My fist was clenched the whole time, I was angry,sad, remorse and I don't even know what to feel at the certain momentary. Doesn't his boss knows that, namjoon is married? Even if that's it, he shouldn't touch a men without his consent, I allowed namjoon to go to chase after his dreams but now? It actually angers me, myself for not barricading and nurturing namjoon. I feel like I just failed, in my llife. Its just been a month since he went to Paris and now?

Thankfully, I knew namjoon's house address he had gave me it from the starting itself along with the apartment's key. I kicked off my shoes and unlocked the door, there was no sign of namjoon there, I sighed and plopped on the couch waiting for him to come back home but my heart was thudding for no reason, an ominous feeling of something bad has happened or about to happen. I decided to take a nap, I took my luggage and hasted to one of the room, I twisted my door knob and froze on my place.

Solemn tears rolled down from my eyes, I fell on the ground and rushed to him, "B-baby b-baby" I chanted stirring his body, ignoring the bloody wrist. "B-baby" I cried out, clutching his cheeks. I don't even know where the hospital is nor how to contact the hospital. I ripped the bedsheet apart and tied it on his wrist to stop the blood flow for a while, I stumbled out of his apartment and knocked on his neighbour's trying to seek help. My heart thudding, just by the thought of him leaving me had me on the edge.

The door flung open, a Korean man. "H-help h-hospital p-please n-namjoon" I stammered due to my sobs, he looked shocked. "Im sorry but you are?" he asked. "S-seokjin n-namjoon's husband p-please h-he slit his w-wrist hospital" I somehow explained him. His hand shut his mouth, eyes went wide. "Wait a minute" he muttered and hasted into his house and came out with a keychain of keys, "Come" he muttered. I ran to namjoon's room and lifted him up in my arms and rushed to him.