Gaining a courage to leave a loveless marriage was hard enough, but is it really a good idea to run to your best friend for help? And would you refuse him when he offers you another kind of 'help' when you needed it?
Character | Namjoon x reader
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Before you can say anything, Namjoon closes his eyes and releases a deep exhale of breath.
"You were on your own when you took the test?" His voice sounds strained, as if he is trying his hardest to keep it together, and there is nothing else that you can do but nod your head to answer.
"And nobody was there with you when you saw the result?" Another nod, and he clenches his jaw.
"Fuck, Peach," he groans. He releases your hand to roughly rub his face, looking frustrated. But more at himself instead of you. "I should've been there."
Swallowing the lump of emotions rising up your throat, you are the one to reach out to him this time, grabbing his hand to help calm him down. "Hey, it's okay, Joonie. I'm a big girl, remember?"
Perhaps your maternal instinct has already been growing stronger, or perhaps the secret crush that you had harboured for your best friend has grown tenfold before you ever had a chance to figure it out, but the concerned look on his face and the guilt he is showing you only makes you want to protect him from them.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
And there it is, the question that you have been dreading to hear the most. How are you going to explain yourself without making things worse?
But deep down, you realise that you are the one in the wrong, and there is no possible explanation that you could give him to make things right. Except for the truth.
"I almost did, multiple times," you start explaining, suddenly feeling small under his attentive gaze.
"The first time I almost let it slip was on the same night after I took those tests. You called me on the video call to let me know that you were leaving New Zealand and I just—" You breathe in deeply, remembering how he looked that night. Exhausted, stressed, and most likely sleep deprived that had you swallowing every word you were about to give him.
The news would be too much for him to handle, you had thought then. But there was also another reason why you kept it to yourself that night. "I told myself that it would be too soon and there was always the possibility that there was a mistake. That maybe the tests had read things wrong."
You stop talking for a brief moment, realising just now how stupid that sounds, knowing how many more times you had taken the test after taking the first two just to be sure. Each time, the results had always been the same. Perhaps, you were the one who was in denial, after all.
"I've made plans to meet up with my physician the next morning and I promised myself that I'd tell you as soon as it was confirmed that I was indeed pregnant," you continue, "It took me a while to finally embrace the fact that I was having a baby growing and living inside me. I figured—if it had been that hard for me to handle the truth, it would have been harder for you to take the news, with you being so far away from home and everything."
