Professor's butterfly🦋

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He smiled at her gently and stood up, stretching before asking, "Come on… get up. Don’t you wanna go to school?"

Her eyes widened at the mention of school. She froze, her gaze falling to the floor, overwhelmed by the thought.

He turned back to her, sensing her unease. She shook her head, signaling "no." He sighed, his voice soft yet firm. "It's been three days. You need to go back to school."

She met his gaze, a quiet defiance in her eyes. "I don’t want to go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, before looking down again, the weight of her words hanging in the air.

Namjoon, sensing her sadness, tried to lighten the mood. His tone playful yet teasing, he said, "You’ve been a bad girl... Do you want me to give you a big assignment this time? Hm?"

But she didn’t respond. She simply remained still, her thoughts heavy.

He exhaled deeply, trying to shake off the tension. "Ok, stay here then. The maid will be here at 8. She’ll take care of everything. Just rest, and if you want anything, let her know or order something, okay?" He gave her a brief smile as he walked toward the wardrobe.

She nodded, though her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. She was alone again, caught in the quiet of the house, with nothing but her own thoughts for company.

When Namjoon came out of the shower, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead, he found her lost in thought, her expression distant. "Y/N?" He called her name softly, pulling her from her reverie.

"Hm?" She responded, her heart fluttering at the sight of him, his casual, effortlessly handsome presence making her feel both nervous and comforted.

"Be ready by 5, we have to go for your check-up" Namjoon said, slipping on his watch, his voice calm, almost like a gentle command.

"Huh? But I’m fine..." She mumbled, confused. Her brows furrowed as she looked up at him, trying to make sense of it.

Namjoon smiled lightly, reassuring her. "No need to worry. The doctor is my friend’s wife. I’ve already spoken to him. She’ll check on you, that’s all." He grabbed his keys and gave her one last glance before stepping out, leaving her with a feeling of unease, yet strangely, a sense of safety.

"If you need anything, text me. Or you can order. My other wallet is in the drawer… just feel free, okay?" He gestured toward the drawer, a little smile tugging at his lips as he left.

She didn’t respond, but before she knew it, her feet moved on their own, following him into the hallway. When Namjoon stopped suddenly, She bumped into his back, letting out a soft hiss of pain. She quickly raised her hand to her forehead.

"Sorry," Namjoon said, turning to check for any injury. "Did I hurt you?"

"It’s fine," she replied, her voice small, 'It wasn’t that harsh."

"Breakfast?" She asked, "I'll grab a coffee..you eat something ok"saying he patted her head, sending a surge of irritation through her.

"I’m not a baby," she grumbled, but before she could stop herself, her hand flew to her mouth in shock. Namjoon chuckled, clearly amused.

"You’re acting like one. Okay, I’m off now. Bye!" he said, walking out of the house.

She closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a pout. "He called me a baby? Do I look like a baby?" She muttered to herself, running to the bathroom to check her reflection. She looked at her face, gently touching her cheeks, "I look... fluffy. Maybe that’s why he called me that."