He opened the door and stepped through it, softly closing the door behind him before quickly walking down the hall and away from me, leaving me and his daughter behind as he chased a love that he had only known for a couple of months but was willing...
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Chapter 5 - Aspectabund
Expressive in face; exhibiting ones feelings through the eyes or face
It was the light that drew me from the dark place I had been in for what had seemed like years, disturbing my slumber as if it were begging me to wake up for an important reason.
The low beep of monitors around me was annoying, a groan of discomfort leaving my mouth as I covered my eyes with my hands and screwed my eyes shut to block everything out.
"Y-You're awake? Doctor Park, she's awake! Minnie can you hear me?" A panicked voice rambled from next to me, hands caressing my face softly as if to coax me to open my eyes.
Peeking through my eyelids as the light was still too much for my eyes, I could barely make out the face of Hana who was staring at me with a hopeful look on her face.
"H-Hana? What's going o-on?" I'd mumbled, slowly getting used to the light as I could then open both of my eyes but barely.
It was then that I noticed that I was in a hospital bed, surrounded by flowers and fruits that made the room smell exotic in a way that was pleasing to my senses.
Without saying anything, Hana wrapped her arms around my neck and softly squeezed, the wet patch that formed on my neck telling me that she was crying. Though I didn't know what had happened to me, I softly rubbed her back and kissed her cheek in a platonic way, showing her that I was okay and there wasn't anything to worry about anymore.
After a couple of minutes she pulled back, wiping under her eyes and sighing sadly, looking as if she had something terrible to tell me.
"The baby is okay if you were wondering. I won't spoil the surprise of the gender but I think you're going to be so happy," She whispered softly, smiling fondly at the thought of my baby.
I'd completely forgotten about the labour, the fuzziness in my brain still affecting it pretty drastically. "But there's someone else that needs to talk to you. Please don't be angry with me Minnie, I didn't know what else to do."
That was all she said before getting up and leaving the room, obviously going to get the someone that wanted to speak with me.
I honesty had no clue who it could have been, my mind trying to search through everyone that cared about me until I remembered that there was only one person who really cared and that was Hana.
My brain desperately tried to recall what had happened before I fell asleep but I just couldn't remember, giving up until a knock on the door brought me out of my daze.
"C-Come in!" I called, not even trying to test it I had the strength to walk.
There was a strange sense of weakness through my body, almost as if something had sucked all of the strength right out of me. An ache in my lower half also told me that it would be a bad idea to move my legs too quickly.
The door slowly opened revealing the last person I would've ever expected to be there, a gasp leaving my mouth as he stepped into the room and closed to door behind him to give us some privacy.
I hadn't seen him in 6 months but his face was just how I remembered it, even his hair seeming to be the same length that it was on the day he ended things with me.
"H-Hey." He had spoken softly, hands intertwined in front of him like some kind of authoritative figure.
"That's all you have to say to me? Hey?" I'd said, still questioning if it was really him or some look alike that Hana had gotten to prank me.
With the look he was giving me though, I knew that it was really him.
"Of course not, don't be stupid. I was trying to be polite and start the conversation off properly." Namjoon sighed, deciding to move closer to me and sit in one of the chairs next to my bed, lazily crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms across his chest.
He was nervous and I could tell by the way that he was biting his lip that he was deciding what to say next.
"Well from the message I got the last time we spoke, you have nothing else to say to me and vice versa. What are you even doing here Namjoon?" I'd questioned softly, not wanting to argue and also not wanting him there with me.
I'd been perfectly fine without him and him being so close to me was doing weird things to my head.
A tiny scoff left his mouth as if mocking my words, as if he really did have a reason to be there.
Blinded by my anger, I completely ignored the fact that there was a possibility that he needed to be here, for the baby's sake of course.
"You can't possibly be asking me that right now. What am I doing here? I get a call from Hana at 3am in the morning, crying down the phone and begging me to come here! You don't even want to know what was going through my head, it would've turned the most raven hair a pure white! W-Why didn't you tell me...a-about that?" Namjoon accused, frowning deeply at me as if everything was my fault.
How did he expect me to tell him?
Especially with the way he treated me before we broke up.
If it were up to me, I would have gone along my life as if he had never been in it.
"You can't even say it. You can't even accept that I've had your child, in denial just as you always have been! Why the hell would I tell you about my child when you wanted nothing to do with me or my family. In my mind, that meant my baby too." I spat, glaring up at him as he sighed and shook his head, raking his fingers through his hair and messing it up.
A couple of months ago I would've melted at the sight but now it grossed me out, a shiver travelling down my spine and goosebumps covering my skin.
As if he couldn't argue any further, Namjoon didn't reply and chose to sit in the chair at the bottom of the hospital bed I was laid in.
He looked exhausted, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with black bags that scarily made him look older than he actually was. The outfit he had on was definitely one that he threw on, the bright red top not matching the blue denim jeans he had on.
All in all, Namjoon definitely looked a mess.
A soft knock on the door broke me out of the daze I had been in, my eyes refocusing on the woman at the door who held my precious bundle in her arms, a tiny hand a nose all that could be seen in the blankets it was surrounded in.
"Would you like to see your little treasure now ma'am? It is ready for you!"
