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Y/N’s life had been nothing but a storm for the last few years. At seven months pregnant, she had grown accustomed to fear—every sound, every gesture from Jungkook, her husband, had become a trigger. He had turned to alcohol to drown his own demons and unleashed them on her instead, leaving bruises on her body and terror in her heart. He had forced himself on her countless times, taking advantage of her vulnerability, and each time her spirit cracked just a little more.

The walls of their small apartment felt suffocating. The shadows of broken bottles and shattered promises lingered in every corner. Y/N spent her days quietly, avoiding confrontation, trying to survive for the life growing inside her. But she was tired—so very tired. Each day was a battle against fear, against hunger, against pain, and against the man who was supposed to love her.

The day finally came when the pain of childbirth forced Y/N to push through her fear. Labor was exhausting, her body weak, but there was a silver thread of hope: the tiny life she was about to bring into the world. When the midwife finally placed the baby boy in her arms, Y/N’s tears fell freely. He was perfect, with tiny fists that curled instinctively and eyes that mirrored her own. For a moment, the world felt still.

But peace was short-lived. Jungkook, drunk and irritable, stormed into the room shortly after the birth. His gaze fell on Y/N, and the familiar tension gripped her chest. Instead of joy, he saw the baby as a possession, Y/N as a tool for his satisfaction.

“You owe me,” he slurred, staggering toward her. “You think giving birth changes anything? You still belong to me.”

Y/N’s body ached, every muscle screaming from the ordeal of birth. She could barely hold herself upright, let alone resist his demands.

She whispered, shaking, “I… I can’t. I’m too weak… the baby…”

But Jungkook was relentless. His words and threats cut deeper than any blow. For years, he had stripped her of her autonomy, and now, even in the moment of her greatest vulnerability, he demanded her compliance.

Outside the room, Namjoon, Jungkook’s older brother, had been visiting. He had been aware of the tension and subtle signs of abuse, but until now, he hadn’t fully grasped the depth of Y/N’s suffering. The moment he saw Jungkook leaning over Y/N, his fists clenching and his words dripping with entitlement, something inside him snapped.

He stormed into the room, voice sharp and unyielding. “Stop it, Jungkook! You will not touch her!”

Jungkook, startled, turned to face his brother, anger and alcohol fueling his response. “Stay out of this, Namjoon. She’s mine!”

“She’s not yours to abuse!” Namjoon shouted, grabbing Jungkook’s arm and pulling him away. “You’re drunk, you’re cruel, and you will not hurt her anymore.”

Y/N watched, exhausted and terrified, as her tormentor finally faced opposition. Namjoon’s eyes softened as he looked at her, the baby clutched in her trembling arms. “I’m here now,” he said gently. “You and your son are safe.”

The confrontation escalated quickly, with Jungkook lashing out physically. But Namjoon’s strength and determination overpowered him, and soon, the police were called. Jungkook’s history of abuse, compounded by his attempts to assault Y/N even after childbirth, made it easy to build a case against him. Within days, he was arrested, leaving Y/N finally free from the constant shadow of fear.

Sitting in the quiet of the hospital room, Y/N held her son close. His small body felt warm against her chest, a tether to hope and new beginnings. Namjoon sat beside her, gentle but firm, his presence a protective barrier against the past.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he said softly. “No one should ever suffer like this, especially not someone as brave as you.”

Y/N’s eyes met his. There was relief, gratitude, and something more—a flicker of trust that had long been buried. For years, she had been alone in the storm, but here was someone who would stand with her, not over her, someone who saw her strength and respected it.

Days turned into weeks. Namjoon helped her move into a safe home, ensuring she and her son had everything they needed. He never pushed her, never demanded anything, only offered protection, respect, and care. Slowly, Y/N began to heal, learning to trust again.

One evening, as she sat rocking her son, Namjoon knelt beside her, eyes steady and full of sincerity. “Y/N,” he said quietly, “I know I can never replace what you lost, but I want to be by your side, for you and your son. Will you let me?”

Y/N’s heart swelled with cautious hope. She had endured the worst of human cruelty and survived. She had raised her child in the shadow of pain, and now here was someone who could offer her love, safety, and respect. After a long pause, she whispered, “Yes… I will.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook, sitting in a cold, empty cell, finally understood the consequences of his actions.

The weight of his mistakes—his abuse, his demands, his violence—pressed down on him. He realized that the woman he had tormented and the son he had ignored were beyond his reach now. He wrote letters of apology, begging for forgiveness, but Y/N had already made her choice.

When she received one of his letters, she read it quietly, her expression unreadable. She folded it carefully, a final act of closure. She would not allow him back into her life. The past was a scar, but she was determined to move forward.

Months later, Y/N married Namjoon in a quiet ceremony, their son nestled safely in her arms. There were no grand gestures, no displays of wealth—just love, trust, and the promise of safety. Y/N’s heart, once crushed by fear and betrayal, finally knew peace.

Namjoon vowed to protect her always, never to demand more than she could give, and to love her and her son unconditionally. For Y/N, this was more than marriage; it was freedom, justice, and the dawn after years of darkness.

And as she held her son close, watching Namjoon stand beside her with unwavering strength, Y/N knew one truth: she had survived. She had endured the worst, and now, at last, she could live in the light.

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