Your POV
You sat in front of the painting, wet paintbrush in hand, and even though your eyes were placed on the painting, they weren't focusing on the painting at all. You had agreed that Namjoon would take care of Chanyeol, he insisted on it to be exact.
Should you go and meet them? Park Sunhee...
It's quite a pretty name. She must be as pretty as her name...
You aren't close enough to Namjoon to go and meet his child's mother. Not without his permission.
But then again, it's not like you weren't allowed to meet people...
How would Namjoon feel? Would he get mad?
You just couldn't help but wonder what kind of person she's like. Is she mean? Nice? Why would she abandon such a great person?
When the paint of the brush splashed on your fingers, you realized that your mind was elsewhere and the paint had stained the carpet. "Oh shoot!" You whispered to yourself, instantly moving around to remove the paint before it dried up.
You nervously wiped it off, only to see the paint was being spread... great. Sitting on the floor, next to the stain, you realized how much this was bothering you.
If you didn't go meet her, you'll probably regret it.
Where did you put your phone now?
You hid the paint under your laptop, hoping no one would be curious enough to go and clean your room.
Then you stared at the number, the number you hadn't saved but you would probably recognize anywhere you saw due to how much you've looked at it.
"When can you meet?"
You stared at the text, your heart beating a thousand times per second as you waited for the result.
The only response she gave was simple. Short. Enough to get to the point and not jump around the bush.
"Now. [Cafe address]"
shit. shit shit shit.
You stood from the floor rushing to your wardrobe only to be stuck on what to wear.
What do you wear to meet your non-boyfriend's baby mama? Nothing? Because there's really no need to do that, people have boundaries Y/N...
Shit shit.
You close your eyes, spin around twice and grab the first shirt that you found. It was a black, cropped, long-sleeved shirt that was tight around the ribs so you didn't have to worry about raising your hands up and being exposed.
Casual enough. Simple. You took a pair of black sweatpants and some nice and easy to wear sneakers.
What will you say to Namjoon?
Food. Yeah, you're going out for food.
Grabbing your phone and purse, you walked out the door to see Namjoon asleep on the couch with Chanyeol. This wasn't a time to be asleep but you were in a rush.
Crouching by them, you kissed Namjoon's temple. He hummed and looked up. "You look hot." A hot mess to be honest. You smiled and ran your hands through his hair.
"I gotta go but I'll be back pretty soon, ok?"
He nodded, puckering his lips. "Be safe."
You nodded and placed a small kiss on his lips, caressing his hair one last time before standing up.
It shouldn't be too bad. Just smile and walk Y/N...You walked and rushed out the door, sure to close the door quietly to not cause trouble with Joon and his son who wakes up too easily for anyone's good.
You just hoped you were making the right decision.
. . .
The address wasn't peculiar. It wasn't private and it was crowded but not too crowded. It was surrounded by people going in and out of the shop. You took a deep breath and reached for your phone, holding it tight in your hand. Should you tell Namjoon what you're doing right now? What if you get kidnapped or killed?
You brought this on your own...
You walked in the shop, greeting the workers who greeted you and you looked around. You never knew what she'd look like... should you have asked?
It was only when your eyes came in contact with a certain woman that you realized you had found who you were looking for.
Her hair was black, long. She looked down and you could tell how long her lashes were, without a large hint of makeup, she looked flawless.
Here goes nothing...
You stepped forward and stopped at the table to have her look at you. "Miss Y/N." She grinned. "Please, do sit." She gestured to the seat in front of her. From where you sat you could have a look at her. She had perfect eyebrows and under her right one sat a cute beauty mark. "How was your trip here... looks like you wasted no time getting here." Now she was looking at you from head to toe.
Your outfit was good. Just maybe not as classy as hers right now but you really didn't want to go and overdress to meet a woman who abandoned her child and the father of the child for her own selfish desires. "Hmm.. dunno, I think it's quite a fancy outfit." You smiled, looking down at the cup of coffee where she put down some iced coffee. Trying to get back to Chanyeol and Namjoon before they wake up, you decide to start speaking up. "Alright... how about you tell me... why the sudden text? What can I do to help you?"
She raised her brows, moving around and getting comfortable. "I ordered coffee, wouldn't you like to order some?" She tried to change the subject but you simply shook your head, crossing your legs. "Ah.. seems like small talk is out of the table." She giggled.
You remained serious, raising a brow but harboring no angry emotions.
"I'm here to talk about Jooni- Namjoon." She took a sip of her coffee. "I want to see my kid and I'm assuming the safest way to get him to say yes is by getting through someone who's close to the two of them."
You questioned her, "How did you know? Where they were, I mean."
"I hired someone. I wanted to find them- maybe get a chance-"
"What makes you think I have the right to say anything over this? I am but a babysitter and after you did what you did to Namjoon, leaving him because you wanted fame-"
She laughed sadly, interrupting you. "Is that what he said I did?" Her last chuckled was dry. "I didn't know he'd go so far as to lie on my name..." Her hair fell past her shoulders to hide her face, a frown forming on her lips.
What could have happened apart from that? Namjoon's emotions were real and based on the fact that he was such a bad actor when trying to hide his small pouts and blushes. "Why did you leave?" Hearing from both points of view was important and if it was true that she did nothing wrong, you didn't want to hold negative judgment on her.
She covered her face. "It's something- something awful..." She cried a little and covered her face. "It started with the first few days when he started getting popular... he started getting mean- hurtful- not only with words- when I would go and do one single mistake he would- I started getting scared of him."
Her body got shaky, her breathing kind of heavy. "Everything I did, I did with fear. Fear of him hurting me again. My body was covered in bruises every time he came back from break... I was scared of him. Then one day he suddenly goes and calls the cops- he has the audacity of saying I was doing it to myself!" She started crying, whispering the few words she wanted to shout. "I got custody of my newborn child taken away. My pride was broken, I had to leave. Had to leave to be a better woman, so I could come back to fight for my child back... I am willing to work with him... as long as I can see my son."
What were you supposed to say? Her actions and emotional speaking was passionate enough to be believable... "I- I'm gonna head to the bathroom..." you stared at the floor, heading to the bathroom close to where she sat, facing her back.
What were you supposed to believe? It was hard to think that it was actually Namjoon who was in the wrong the whole time. He has never gotten angry. Every time he got back from practice, he would sleep. When would he have had the time or energy to hit her?
You stared at your reflection. You didn't look back but when compared to Chanyeol's mom, Sunhee, you had eye bags in your eyes, your face was covered with a slight amount of paint. Paint you tried to rinse off but just wouldn't come off... great.
You had to tell Namjoon now for sure. As soon as you put Chanyeol to sleep, you have to talk to him.
Rinsing your face, you dried it with a handkerchief from your pocket and made your way out the door to see Park Sunhee on the phone.
"Yeah, the stupid girl doesn't see a thing coming baby, as soon as I get that stupid brat's custody, I will get money out of that good for nothing man- yes baby, yes, I've got her under my sleeve."
You couldn't help but get ticked off at the words you were hearing...
Rushing to the table, in front of her so she could see you, you grabbed the half cup of coffee in front of her, you removed the lid and poured it on her.
"Guess I confused what was trash and what wasn't... I am so sorry. Didn't think I'd be such a stupid girl about such silly things..."
She got angry and clenched her fist, literally launching at you.