The grip on her wrist was unyielding as Namjoon dragged her through the room.

Y/N stumbled, her legs still weak from everything that had just happened but he didn't slow down. She struggled against him, trying to twist out of his grasp, but it was useless...he was stronger and he had already made up his mind.

"Let go of me" she hissed, her voice sharp despite the fear creeping into her bones.

Namjoon didn't answer. Instead, he pushed open the bathroom door and yanked her inside before slamming it shut behind them. The sound echoed in the small space making her chest tighten.

Before she could react, cold tiles met her back as he forced her against the wall. She barely had a second to catch her breath before he reached past her turning the shower handle.

Ice-cold water burst from the showerhead.Realization struck too late.

"Ahh..." She tried to push past him but Namjoon was already gripping her by the shoulders. With one rough shove, he forced her under the freezing stream.

The shock stole the air from her lungs. A strangled gasp tore from her lips as the icy water drenched her instantly. The fabric of her shirt clung to her skin, heavy and suffocating, turning transparent under the merciless downpour.

Her arms wrapped around herself instinctively, her body convulsing from the sudden temperature drop.

"S-stop" she stuttered, her teeth already chattering. She shoved at his chest, trying to get away but he barely budged.

Namjoon stood just outside the spray, watching her with unsettling calmness. Water dripped from her lashes, blurring her vision but she could still see the way his dark eyes studied her...calculating, waiting.

"You should've listened" he murmured, his voice maddeningly smooth.

Y/N tried again, lunging toward the edge of the shower but he caught her wrist mid-motion. In one swift move, he yanked her back under the freezing cascade.

"P-please...it's cold" she gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably.

But he didn't let go. Not until he was satisfied. When she was fully drenched, her clothes heavy, her body shaking violently...he finally release her. Y/N barely had time to breathe before he grabbed her again, this time dragging her toward the door.

Her soaked feet slipped against the tiles, but he didn't slow down.

The cold air outside the bathroom made her skin burn. She shivered, struggling to keep up with his pace but it was useless. The next thing she knew, he had pulled her toward the balcony.

Panic slammed into her. Why was he taking her there. She tried to dig her heels into the floor, but he was relentless.

The balcony door was already open.With one forceful shove, he pushed her outside.The moment the icy winter air hit her wet skin, she knew she was in trouble.The cold was unbearable.

A sharp, involuntary cry escaped her lips as she stumbled forward, barely catching herself against the railing. The wind howled around her cutting through her soaked clothes like a blade. Her entire body convulsed her breaths coming out in harsh visible puffs.

Then...SLAM.

She spun around just in time to see Namjoon locking the balcony door.Her heart stopped.

"No" she whispered. She rushed to the door, her hands slamming against the glass. "Namjoon!" she screamed, her voice raw with panic. "Open the door! It's freezing!"

He didn't move.He just stood there, watching her through the glass, his expression unreadable.

Y/N banged on the door again, harder this time. "I'm going to freeze out here! Please open the door" Her voice cracked, her body wracked with violent shivers.

Namjoon's lips curled into a smirk."Good."

Her stomach twisted.
Tears pricked at her eyes as the freezing air bit into her skin. Her hands, numb and trembling, clawed at the glass, but it was useless.

She was trapped.And he was enjoying every second of it.

Y/N's breaths came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring as the cold seeped into her bones. Every inch of her was trembling, her soaked clothes doing nothing to protect her from the brutal winter air. Her fingers were going numb, her lips trembling so violently that she could barely form words anymore.

Still, she didn't stop.

She banged on the glass with all the strength she had left. "N-Namjoon, please" she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I-I can't"

She could barely feel her own body.The cold was everywhere, sinking into her muscles, turning her limbs stiff and useless. Her knees wobbled beneath her, her body slowly giving up but she refused to collapse. If she did she might never get up again.

Inside, Namjoon just stood there unmoving.His expression remained unreadable, but there was something in his eyes something dark, something terrifying. He was testing her. Seeing how much she could take.

Y/N pressed her forehead against the glass the warmth of her skin leaving a faint mist against the surface. She clenched her fists barely feeling her own nails digging into her palms. "Please..." she whispered one last time.

Namjoon tilted his head slightly, as if debating.

Namjoon let out a slow breath as he leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on Y/N's shivering form outside. The way she trembled the way her breath came in uneven gasps made something dark twist inside him. She looked fragile out there...helpless, just as he wanted her to be.

But he wouldn't keep her there for long.Just a few minutes...Long enough to teach her a lesson, long enough for her to understand that she couldn't escape him.

With that thought, he turned away locking the balcony door before making his way to the bed. His body ached from the earlier struggle, exhaustion creeping in like a heavy fog. He stretched out on the mattress, his muscles relaxing against the warmth of the sheets.

His plan was simple: rest for a few minutes, then pull her inside once she had suffered enough.

But as soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyelids grew heavy. The exhaustion was deeper than he thought, dragging him down fast. His breathing slowed, his body sinking into much-needed rest.

And outside, Y/N was still struggling.

Her body was trembling violently now, her limbs stiff from the cold. She pressed her back against the balcony railing, curling into herself as she tried to preserve what little warmth she had left.

Her fingers were numb, her lips slightly parted as she exhaled weak, misty breaths into the freezing air.

She rubbed her hands together, the friction barely helping. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, her wet clothes still clinging to her skin like an icy prison.

She hugged her knees to her chest squeezing her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything other than the unbearable cold.

Minutes passed... Then more...Namjoon didn't come back.

She didn't know how long she had been out there, but every second felt like an eternity.

Her breathing was shallow now, her mind growing hazy. She tried banging on the glass again, but her arms felt so heavy, her hands too weak to make a sound louder than a dull thud.

She can't take it anymore.. everything is paining...and the cold was making her feel like she will lose her consciousness.

A shaky exhale left her lips as she tried to stay awake. She couldn't fall asleep out here. She couldn't.

But her body was growing sluggish, her thoughts slowing. The cold wasn't as sharp anymore...it was numbing, pulling her into a dangerous lull.

Inside, Namjoon slept soundly, completely unaware that he had fallen deeper into slumber than he intended.

The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Namjoon's eyes fluttered open, his body stretching lazily against the warmth of the bed. His muscles still ached slightly from last night, but there was a strange sense of peace in the quiet morning.

He reached out to the side...only to find the bed empty.

His brows furrowed slightly, but he brushed it off. She must be downstairs...

With that thought, he got up and made his way toward the stairs to check up on her.

Everything he had done with her last night he wanted to make sure she is alright. His footsteps were slow, unhurried, his mind still groggy from sleep.

But as he descended, something gnawed at the back of his consciousness, a creeping unease he couldn't quite place.

And then it hit him.

The balcony.

His breath stilled...His body tensed.

The memories came crashing back all at once...the way he had locked her out, the way she had banged on the glass, her trembling voice pleading for him to let her in. He had meant to bring her back inside, only after a few minutes.

But he had fallen asleep.His heart slammed against his ribs.

Shit.

The air in his lungs turned to ice as he spun on his heel, taking the stairs two at a time. His entire body felt like it was on fire, panic clawing at his throat. No, no, no.

He stormed into the bedroom, his hands trembling as he fumbled with the lock on the balcony door. The moment it clicked open, he threw it wide...

And his heart stopped.

Y/N lay crumpled on the floor, her body curled in on itself, unmoving. Her skin had lost all its color, her lips cracked and dry, her fingers stiff and frozen. The once pale shade of her skin had turned a sickly light blue, the undeniable evidence of how long she had been left out in the cold.

Namjoon's breath came out in ragged gasps. No...

He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands hovering above her frail body. "Y/N" he called, his voice hoarse, urgent. He shook her lightly, but she didn't respond. She didn't even stir.

His hands clenched. His chest tightened with something suffocating. This wasn't what he wanted.

With a shaky breath, he scooped her up into his arms. Her body was limp against him, unnaturally light like a fragile doll that could break at any moment. He pressed her against his chest, trying to transfer whatever warmth he had left to her freezing skin.

His pulse pounded in his ears as he carried her inside, laying her carefully on the bed. His fingers were quick, almost frantic, as he reached for the buttons of her wet clothes. He peeled them away from her ice-cold skin, his jaw clenching at the sight of her body...so cold, so lifeless.

He grabbed the thickest sweater he could find, slipping it onto her before wrapping her in layers of blankets. His hands never stopped moving...rubbing warmth into her arms, her legs, anywhere he could touch.

"Come on, baby" he murmured under his breath, his voice breaking. "Wake up."

But she didn't.

She lay there, her breathing shallow, her body unmoving beneath the blankets.

For the first time in a long time, fear wrapped itself around Namjoon's throat like a noose.

He had meant to teach her a lesson.Not almost kill her.

His fingers clenched in the fabric of the blanket, his jaw tightening as he stared at her pale face.

This was his fault.

And if she didn't wake up soon...

No....

He couldn't let that happen.

Namjoon's hands were shaking as he grabbed his phone, his fingers fumbling to dial the number. Every second felt like a lifetime as he pressed the device to his ear his breath uneven his heart slamming against his ribs.

"Its- it's an emergency" he muttered, his eyes never leaving Y/N's lifeless form on the bed.

After what felt like an eternity, the call connected.

"I need you here. Now" Namjoon's voice was rough, urgent. "She's freezing....she's not waking up...please...Just hurry."

He didn't wait for a response before tossing the phone aside. The doctor would come, but until then...

His gaze dropped back to Y/N. Her lips were still dry and cracked, her face too pale, her chest rising and falling in slow, shallow breaths.

Guilt twisted deep inside him.He hadn't meant for this.

Moving carefully, he climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her body was ice-cold and it sent another wave of panic crashing over him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing her against his chest, hoping his warmth could somehow seep into her frozen skin.

He buried his face into her damp hair, his jaw clenched. "I'm sorry" he whispered, though she couldn't hear him.

His grip on her tightened. He hated this feeling....the helplessness, the fear clawing at his chest.So he held her closer, willing her to wake up.

The minutes stretched, unbearable, and he could only do one thing...stay by her side and pray he hadn't broken her completely.

Namjoon had never felt fear like this before. Not the kind that settled deep in his chest, pressing against his ribs like a weight he couldn't escape.

His arms tightened around Y/N's fragile body, her cold skin burning against his own in the worst way possible. She was so still, her breathing too shallow, her face far too pale.

He wanted to shake her, to force her to wake up but he knew that wouldn't help. Instead, he pulled her even closer, his own body trembling...not from the cold, but from the suffocating guilt wrapping around his throat.

He pressed his lips to the side of her damp hair, murmuring words she wouldn't hear. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please wake up, Y/N."

But she didn't move.

Her body was limp against his, lifeless in a way that made something dark coil in his stomach.

He exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching as he rested his chin atop her head. He had meant to teach her a lesson, not push her to the brink of death.

He had wanted her to understand that she couldn't run from him...that she belonged to him. But now, as he held her in his arms, the reality of his actions sank in like a blade to the chest.

He had almost lost her.

And for what?A lesson?

Namjoon swallowed hard, the taste of regret bitter on his tongue. He reached beneath the blankets, rubbing warmth into her arms, her back...anywhere he could reach. It wasn't enough. Her skin was still like ice beneath his touch, her body still shivering despite the thick layers of blankets.

"Damn it, Y/N." His voice was hoarse, breaking under the weight of his emotions. "You should've screamed louder. You should've..."

His words faltered, because he knew this wasn't her fault.

It was his.

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to focus. He needed to get her warm, needed to do something other than drown in his own guilt.

Carefully, he shifted their positions so he was lying down with her in his arms, pressing his body against hers in an attempt to share his warmth. He rubbed slow, firm circles on her back, his hands never stopping.

Minutes passed.

Then more.

And still, she didn't wake.

His heart pounded wildly, his breath uneven as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He had never been afraid of losing control before. Never been afraid of pushing too far. But now? Now, with Y/N clinging to life in his arms, that fear was real.

The sound of a doorbell came and somewhere in the apartment made him tense. The doctor.

Namjoon didn't move at first. He couldn't.

Because the thought of letting her go...even just for a second..felt unbearable.

But he forced himself to, only so she could be saved. He ran downstairs to open the door...

Namjoon's and the doctor rushed into the room. Namjoon's breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pressed her closer, as if keeping her near would somehow bring her back faster.

The doctor's voice was sharp, cutting through the thick fog of panic in Namjoon's head. "Lay her down properly. I need to check her."

Namjoon hesitated. His arms refused to let go. He had spent the whole night unknowingly letting her suffer and now even for a second, the thought of not holding her sent another wave of fear crashing over him.

"She's not waking up" Namjoon whispered, his voice raw. He barely recognized the sound of it....so hoarse, so vulnerable.

The doctor knelt beside the bed, placing his bag down. "Namjoon, if you want her to survive, you have to let me help her."

The word survive sent a cold shudder down his spine.

Slowly, reluctantly he loosened his hold carefully laying her down onto the mattress. The moment her body was out of his embrace, he felt the loss like a physical ache.

He watched, his hands clenched into tight fists as the doctor worked quickly checking her pulse, lifting her eyelids pressing his fingers against her freezing skin.

Namjoon swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry. "She'll be fine, right?" The words barely made it out, coated in something dangerously close to desperation.

The doctor didn't answer immediately. He wrapped a warm compress around Y/N's hands, then motioned toward the blankets. "She's lucky to still be breathing after what you've done with her."

Namjoon's stomach twisted painfully. Yes...He had done this.

"She needs warmth" the doctor continued. "I'll give her something to help, but she has to recover on her own. You need to stay with her. Keep holding her, keep her wrapped in blankets."

Namjoon barely waited for him to finish before he was moving again.

"You should give her time...women's are a previous thing...we should treat them as they are too fragile...don't do anything again...she won't be able to bear you anymore." The doctor said.

He climbed onto the bed, tucking the blankets more securely around her. He pressed his palm against her cheek...she was still so damn cold.

The doctor injected something into her arm and checked her pulse again. "It'll help regulate her body temperature, but she'll still be weak when she wakes up."

When. Not if.Namjoon released a slow breath, his heart pounding so hard it hurt.

The doctor packed up his bag. " I'm your friend that's why I'm telling you don't do anything stupid again..She needs rest. And she needs warmth. Don't leave her alone...treat her with love"

Namjoon nodded stiffly, barely hearing anything past the roaring in his ears.

As soon as the doctor left, he pressed his lips to Y/N's forehead, his hand running up and down her back. "You have to wake up, baby" he murmured, his voice breaking slightly.

He held her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded his fingers tracing slow careful circles against her skin. Every second felt agonizing. Every minute felt like it stretched into eternity.

But he didn't move. He didn't let go.Because he wasn't going to let her suffer alone ever again.

~your love broke me completely.