How a teacher can fall for a young girl who didn't have a crush on him.
Will their story have a happy ending?
Will they both be able to live together?
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"Will you accept me? after knowing what happened with me?" she asked.
He didn't reply as...
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Opening her eyes, she found herself beside the broken wooden cupboard in a narrow alley where she had hidden last night. The space was cramped, with a wall blocking one end, giving her some cover from prying eyes. She had come here to protect herself and ended up passing out.
She tried to stand, but a sharp pain sliced through her lower abdomen, making her wince. Placing a hand over her stomach, she whispered, "Why are you troubling me? Because of you, my life is a mess" Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
After a moment, the pain subsided, allowing her to stand. She spotted a broken piece of wood nearby, picked it up, and slipped it into her pocket just in case she would need it for protection. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the alley.
The streets were bustling with people moving in all directions. Warmth spread over her as sunlight broke through the alley, making her squint. It was already afternoon.
"Another day for me to roam on these streets with an empty stomach" she muttered to herself as she walked slowly, searching for food or shelter.
An idea flashed through her mind—perhaps she could find refuge in an orphanage. But then, she remembered her age. She was 19. Would they even allow her to stay?
She opened her bag and took out a hoodie, considering to change from her school uniform. But the weather was too warm; wearing it would only make her even hotter. Sighing, she placed the hoodie back in her bag and continued walking.
Her body ached, and each step seemed heavier than the last. She stopped, leaning over with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. "I didn’t mean what I said earlier" she whispered to her baby, placing a hand over her invisible bump.
"I’m sorry. You’re probably hungry too... I don’t know much about pregnancy, but I’ll try to do something for you. I don’t want you, but you’re part of me now, so I have to take care of you"
Tears brimmed in her eyes. "If I bring you into this world, people will call you illegitimate, they’ll hurt you. Your life will be full of pain. But we have to bear it... together..hmm" A tear escaped down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away.
Too tired to walk any further, she sat on a nearby bench beside an elderly woman. She watched the woman drink from a water bottle, her own thirst growing unbearable. Fighting her hesitation, she asked nervously, "Ma’am... may I have a sip of water?"
The woman looked at her with a kind smile and handed her the bottle. She drank gratefully, feeling the cool water soothe her dry throat. She returned the bottle with a thank you and continued walking.
A little further down, she noticed a small bag on a table outside a cafe. It looked expensive, and she felt hesitant, but hunger urged her on. She walked over and opened the bag, finding a box of salad inside. Her stomach growled in anticipation. Without thinking much, she picked up the bag.
Inside the cafe, Namjoon was working on his laptop when his sister called out, "Namjoon! Stop working for a minute and take these bags of food outside. Someone might need them"
He rolled his eyes, replying, "Don’t boss me around, remember you’re younger than me!" But he got up, grabbing the bags, and headed to the door.
Just as he reached outside, he saw a girl standing by the table, looking at one of the bags. Her face was hidden behind her hair. As he watched, a man approached her, shouting, "Are you stealing that?"
She shook her head, her voice trembling. "No... no, I was just-"
But the man moved closer, reeking of alcohol, and she took a step back before grabbing the bag and hurriedly walking away.
Namjoon approached the man and said loudly "The food is for anyone who needs it. Don’t act like that, or you won’t get any for yourself"Setting the other bags on the table, he quickly followed the girl, concerned by the way she was moving - unsteady and frightened.
She felt someone behind her, but kept walking, clutching the bag tightly. She slipped into the alley, hoping to escape the stares and find a moment’s peace.
Namjoon followed her into the alley, hearing her quiet sobs. She was huddled on the ground, face buried in her knees, shoulders trembling.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently, taking a few cautious steps toward her.
"P-please, don’t hurt me" she whispered, curling up even more.
His gaze drifted to the bag in her hand, realizing she must be hungry. 'I’m not going to hurt you... you can trust me. Do you need anything?"
Slowly, she lifted her hand, offering him the bag without looking up. "Take it... I didn’t steal it, I’m sorry... please, don’t hurt me. If you want it, take it...."
Namjoon sighed, sitting down crossing his legs in front of her. "Look at me... I’m not taking the food from you, and I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. You can trust me"
Hesitantly, she raised her head, her face red and tear-streaked. As their eyes met, both froze in recognition. "Y/N?" he murmured, stunned.
Her voice came out in a shaky whisper "Sir...?"
Namjoon’s heart clenched at the sight of her tear-stained face and the pain in her eyes. So many questions raced through his mind.....why was she here? What had happened to her? Why had she needed to take food meant for those in need?
"I wasn’t stealing it" she stammered. "I was just... I was hungry. If you want it, I’m sorry..."
"Y/N" he said softly, "what’s going on? Why are you here? You haven’t been at school for days."
Her head bowed in shame. Should she tell him the truth? She hesitated, but he didn’t press her. Instead, he stood and offered her a hand. "Come on, let’s get you on your feet."
She hesitated, then reached for his hand. As she stood, she wobbled slightly, and he instinctively caught her, wrapping an arm around her.
The contact made her tense up, her body rigid with fear. Sensing her discomfort, he released her and gestured toward the cafe. "Come with me.....You can tell me your problem....think of me as a friend"
"No one trusts me, sir" she whispered. "You’ll probably do the same."
"Come on," he encouraged gently. "My sister runs this cafe, and my brother has a restaurant in the back. Let’s go there"
She hesitated, then gave a small nod, taking slow, cautious steps. Namjoon noticed how exhausted she looked, how tears streaked silently down her cheeks. It stirred something within him—he just wanted to wipe off those tears from his hands.
"Tell me what happened," he urged, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder.
She took a shaky breath and began, "The day you called my parents to school... they took me with them but dropped me off halfway. I’ve been wandering since, just trying to find food and shelter.... I didn’t mean to take the bag..."
Namjoon’s face fell, shock and sadness filling his expression. He couldn’t comprehend how her parents could abandon her like this, especially knowing her condition.
He wanted to hug her and took her pain but composed himself thinking she might get afraid because of his sudden action.He took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and led her inside the cafe.
