Found | k.nj - sequel

Chapter 13

Sorry guys. I was in Japan/Singapore and didn't have time to write and then BTS world dropped so my bad. Y'all probably hate me by now 👉🏼👈🏼

The Next Day

The shopping trip finished without much trouble once the spies left.

I had woke up the next morning still feeling a bit upset about the previous day and incident.

Namjoon must have felt the same because I woke up to a guilty-apology breakfast.

Namjoon avoided my eyes, trying his best to steer clear of more confrontation, but I'm a girl who likes to pry.

"Honey, somehow, I just have this gut feeling, that the whole reason for the spying thing yesterday...that I don't have the whole story," I said.

He raised an eyebrow, "Why so you think that?"

I laughed, "Because I've known you forever. And I believe once people get married that this sixth sense settles in, allowing the spouses to have an intuitive feeling about their counterpart."

He chuckled, "You have always been observant like that."

"Well...am I right?" I asked calmly.

He smiled, grabbing my hand and kissing it, "I guess you could say so."

"Start talking then," I said.

He sighed, "It's really stupid and foolish now that I think about it. Your safety was definitely my main worry. And that's how I got everyone on board with it. I was worried that she'd do something to you and the baby. But behind that worry, there was another tormenting dread..."

"Go on," I pried.

"I was worried she would tear you away from me!" He exclaimed.

I calmly observed his outburst.

"I'm sorry it's dumb. I trusted you I really did. But something in me dragged me to you. I felt it. I could sense it. I thought she'd take you away from me. Somehow. Someway. She'd give you a life to live without me in it. And I got paranoid and jealous and angry. I needed to make sure you were still mine and I—"

I cut off his rambling with a soft kiss on his lips.

"Does that ease your worries?" I said.

He just looked at me.

"Listen to me. I want you to know something about me. I'm a girl who adores cliches more than anything else. Chick flicks and rom-coms call out to me. I love fairytales and all of that stuff. But one thing that I'm not is weak or a fool. I like to think that I'm sensible and responsible. I think with my mind and logic rather than rationality of my heart. There's a time and place to think like that, but most of the time, thinking with the mind and logic, can easily avoid lots of problems and get the same results in less time. For instance in a story, an ex-boyfriend could try and get his girl back. But she's happy with her current boyfriend. To sabotage the boyfriend, the ex sends to whole school a picture of the current boyfriend seemingly kissing her bully. The girl the goes ballistic and doesn't give the guy a chance to defend himself. I'm not that kind of cliche. I'm the kind that likes romantic walks on the beach. So even if something did happen, you would be the first to know. Nothing is going to happen to me. Believe me. As your best friend from childhood I can truthfully and whole-heartedly say that."

"How the tables have turned," he said in amazement.

"I try," I said.

"But you're right. It was wrong of me to panic. I trust you will my life. And I know that if something was threatening our relationship or lives you'd tell me or at least someone immediately," he said.

"I'm glad you got that out of your system, now I can do this—"

I grabbed the lace of his sweatshirt and pulled him onto the bed next to me.

He placed the tray of food he made me to the side and rolled so that he was hovering over me.

"God you're beautiful," he whispered huskily.

But just as he said that the doorbell rang.

"Oh come on!" I shouted.

Namjoon laughed at my frustration.

"I'll go see who's there. You stay here and eat," he said.

He went down to check, but just as the door open I could feel my heart sink.

"Oh hi there son-in-law!"

"Good god does she have nothing else to do?! She's come here everyday," I sighed.

I reluctantly got out of bed, leaving behind the meal that Namjoon cooked.

"Ah there's my babygirl!" Nayoung exclaimed.

There was a guy with her.

His eyes were glued to me, which made my skin crawl.

"What are you doing here now?" I asked sleepily.

As I said that I felt my head take a three-sixty spin.

It started pounding. I was fine until I came down.

"Y/N don't be rude. I didn't raise you to be that way," she said.

I could barely focus but I managed to spit out, "You didn't raise me at all."

"I know, but it was a funny joke," she laughed.

Namjoon quickly grabbed my hand and squeezed hard.

I think it was more relieving for him than it was for me.

At this point it felt like ten things were happening at once.

My vision was clouding and voice were growing more distant.

Namjoon noticed it and was about to do something but I stopped him.

"Don't. I'll be fine, but can you get us to move to the couch?" I said.

He nodded allowing for Nayoung and the guy to sit with us on the couch.

Rapmon came and rested against me, knowing I wasn't doing well.

"So Y/N I want to introduce you to this man. He is the love of my life," she said.

Well that's one way to add insult to injury.

I forced a small smile, focusing on my breathing and Rapmon and Namjoon's support.

"He was really looking forward to meeting you. As my daughter I knew he'd like you," she said, a menacing undertone resonating in my already throbbing skull.

"I've heard a lot about you Y/N. I hope we'll get to know each other more," he said, a dark and twisted smirk that I could barely see, lighting up his face.

I felt so faint that I couldn't respond.

"Y/N why don't you treat him with more respect," Nayoung said.

Namjoon was watching me closely, his hand tightening around me.

"I think it's best you two leave," Namjoon burst.

"Excuse me," they both said.

"Please go. Y/N is not well and you two aren't making anything better," he said firmly.

"And who are you to say—"

"Get out," I said weakly.

"Y/N?" Nayoung said surprisedly.

"Leave both of you," I said.

"That's no way to talk to—" the guy started.

"Let it be. We'll go," Nayoung said, walking our without another word, her man in tow.

Once they were gone I could truly feel any ounce of energy I had slip away.

I fell back onto the couch, my eyes barely managing to stay open.

Namjoon came quickly with a wet towel and placed it on my head.

"Rest brave warrior. You fight hard everyday. And now it's time to recover."