When You Came || Namjin

7.Stigma

Namjoon was awoken by his loud alarm that he absolutely hated. Who even created these stupid things? He thought. But as soon as he saw the time, his eyes widened. Damn! He had completely forgotten about Jiyoo!! He had to pick her up at 8 and now it's 9:20. "Shit shit shit!! She must be so disappointed when I didn't arrive to pick her up. Oh god! Why?? Why did I have to sleep for so long??", he muttered and tried to get up when he finally noticed a weight on his waist. He was just now realizing that seokjin was sleeping beside him and now was rubbing his eyes, probably startled by the younger's loud mutters.

As soon as Jin saw Namjoon, he smiled widely but tiredly, still half asleep. "G'morning, Joonie",he smiled. "What happened? Why're you talking to yourself?", he chuckled again wrapping his arms around the younger's neck. Namjoon was going to melt but shot up when he remembered about Jiyoo. "Jiyoo!! I have to get her! She must be crying, calling for me!! She- she-","calm down, joonie. Go, get ready and get her back here. I'll be taking my leave too", Jin said, cutting him off. The blonde calmed a bit but got to the bathroom as fast as he could. Meanwhile, Jin also went to Jiyoo's bedroom to get ready.

When they were both ready, Namjoon and Jin got into the car and drove off to the place.
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When they reached the Jeon's, Jin asked namjoon to drop him there saying he could walk to his apartment since it was only two blocks apart. Even with the younger's protests, Jin picked up his coat from the backseat and pecked the blonde on the lips, bidding his goodbye.

Namjoon just sighed and got out of the car, walking towards the oh so familiar door. As soon as he rang the bell, the door shot open and a crying Jiyoo tackled him in a tight hug. "DADA!!!", she was sobbing and hiccuping so harshly that it broke her dad's heart. He also wanted to cry with her. He promised himself to never make her cry but here she was, bawling her eyes out while clutching on his hoodie tightly with her small fists, afraid to let go.

Namjoon whispered soft words of reassurance in a hope to calm the baby down. But to no avail, she wouldn't stop. He just decided to go back to his house and probably try to make her happy in her own surroundings. He picked the little girl up, continuing to pat her small back as she hiccuped and sobbed uncontrollably.

Quickly bidding his goodbye and thanking the youngers, not forgetting to ruffle his nephew's hair. He got to the car and put Jiyoo on the back seat, she was still clutching on his hoodie but her sobs were reduced to soft sniffles. He looked at her with sad but loving eyes. He leaned over his seat and kissed her forehead softly, muttering 'sorry, baby' over and over again. Then he buckled her seatbelt and closed the door despite her protests. Getting on the driver seat, a lone tear escaped his eye upon hearing the little girl's sobs again. He made her cry, again.
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Namjoon was now sitting on his bed with a sleeping Jiyoo on his lap who was still sniffling softly in her sleep. He was looking at her, slowly removing her bangs from over her eyes. His heart ached seeing his daughter so desperate, clutching on his shirt as if he would disappear the moment she lets him go.

He didn't know why she was acting so vulnerable though. She had never done that before. Sure, she had scolded him and cried a little whenever he's late but today was an exception. She wouldn't let him go anywhere even when she was angry at him. Then he remembered that she seemed off yesterday when he was going to go on his date with seokjin. Heck, he now recalled how she was so quite these past few days. Something was definitely wrong. Very wrong.

-time skip-

Namjoon was talking with taehyung on the phone since he didn't go to the office today. Jiyoo was on the couch, sitting silently, drawing a picture. She didn't even replied when namjoon asked her if something was wrong. His heart was breaking because his daughter was not taking to him.