"Namaste Mr. Mafia!" - Kim Namjoon ff

Bonus - 5 Yn's first pregnancy journey

(7 years ago)

In the heart of Seoul, Namjoon and YN had forged a life together, their love overcoming the challenges that had once threatened to tear them apart. The city's vibrant energy mirrored the joy that radiated from their shared existence. After YN's remarkable recovery from paralysis, they cherished each moment, grateful for the second chance life had given them.

One seemingly ordinary day, as the sun painted the cityscape outside, Namjoon found himself engrossed in the affairs of his Mafia empire, diligently managing his responsibilities from the sophisticated confines of his office. Meanwhile, YN found herself in the cozy warmth of their kitchen, sunlight filtering through the curtains as she prepared a meal. The clinking of utensils and the sizzle of ingredients filled the air, creating a comforting symphony that had become the soundtrack of their domestic bliss.

As she stirred a pot on the stove, a sudden wave of nausea swept over YN, causing her to pause. The room seemed to spin, and a subtle unease settled in her stomach. Confused, she leaned against the countertop, trying to shake off the sudden discomfort. The once-familiar scents of the kitchen now felt overpowering, and the colors around her seemed to blur.

Confused, she placed a hand over her abdomen, attempting to soothe the sudden discomfort. A frown creased her forehead, and she decided to reach out to her best friend and sister, A/n, for guidance and comfort.

Yn dialed A/n's number, the anticipation building with each ring. The phone was answered with a cheerful greeting, but as Yn's voice trembled with concern, the atmosphere shifted. A/n's attention sharpened, sensing the urgency in her friend's tone.

"Hey, A/n," Yn began, her voice slightly shaky. "I don't know what's happening, but I suddenly feel really nauseous. Namjoon's at the office, and I just... I don't know what to do. Can you come over?"

A/n's voice, laced with concern, immediately responded, "Of course, Yn! I'll be there as soon as I can. Just try to stay calm. Is there anything else you're feeling? Any other symptoms?"

Yn, still clutching her stomach, took a deep breath before replying, "No, just nausea for now. It hit me out of nowhere. I'm a bit scared, A/n."

"Hey, don't worry too much," A/n reassured, her tone gentle. "I'll be there shortly, and we'll figure this out together. In the meantime, maybe sit down, take it easy, and grab some water if you can. And if anything changes, let me know, okay?"

"Okay," Yn replied, gratitude evident in her voice. "Thank you, A/n. I really appreciate it."

As Yn hung up the phone, she sank into a chair, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions.

(half an hour later)

The gentle chime of the doorbell resonated through the apartment, interrupting the hushed atmosphere that had settled in. Yn, still reclining on the couch, gingerly rose to her feet, her movements cautious. The uncertainty etched on her face gave way to a flicker of hope as she approached the door.

With a swift and slightly shaky hand, Yn turned the doorknob to reveal A/n standing there, concern etched on her face. A/n's eyes immediately met Yn's, and without a word, they shared a knowing look that conveyed both empathy and support.

A/n wasted no time, stepping into the apartment and enveloping Yn in a comforting hug. "Hey," she said softly, "How are you feeling?"

Yn, leaning into the embrace, replied, "Still nauseous, but having you here already makes it better."

A/n pulled back, holding Yn at arm's length, and gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll get through this, okay? First things first, let's figure out what's going on. Have you noticed anything else since we talked?"