My love

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~Morning~

•*•Y/N POV•*•

I was shivering with fear and it was terrifying to witness the senses. Last night, I told my parents, Y/F/N and Namjoon everything about Taehyung, and they were all shocked. I was shivering with terror, recalling everything, and this was what he could do to me.

I thought about telling him how I felt, but he is unworthy of my love and does not care about other people's emotions. He always gets what he desires.

It was the second time I had seen him commit a murder. He has never changed for me, even though I expected him to.

Appa said he would take me back to Busan, but Namjoon oppa said that once my exams are finished, Eomma and Y/F/N will talk sweetly while concealing me.

I cannot stop thinking about it, and I am tired of the thought of sleeping with my Eomma and Appa as a result of everything that has happened.

I had wanted to tell Y/F/N everything before, but I couldn't. I started thinking about how I could tell her after suspecting that I might be feeling something for him. I never imagined telling her in this way, I cried all night.

And then My Eomma is making my favorite pancakes, and I can smell them. I still do not want to eat, however. No matter how much I like food, I do not want to touch it when I am feeling down.

Soon after, Eomma came into my room with Appa, who caught my attention with a plate in his hand, and Y/F/N, who was beaming broadly at me. Y/F/N gave me a smile, and it was so innocent.

Appa: Please, have some food.

Appa grinned and moved the food toward my mouth after saying this, but I shook my head.

Y/F/N: Eat something for me, sweetheart.

She said, giving me a worried look, and I shook my head once more. A dismayed Y/F/N glanced at me.

Eomma: Well, how about this? You still refuse to eat my sugar bunch, despite the fact that this is a bite from your father's portion.

Eomma said this as she picked up Appa's plate, and I gave her a tearful look.

Eomma used to make me eat this way when I was upset. My heart's wounds are healed by her love. My strength comes from her love and I cannot continually aggravate them.

I wiped away my tears, ate in silence for a bit, and then I talked.

Y/n: Eomma. It tastes delicious. You are a fantastic chef.

She simply smiled at me, boosting my confidence, as Eomma was fed Y/F/N and Appa and I ate breakfast together. She sliced her finger while making breakfast. Later, I and Appa fed pancakes to Eomma. It is gradually healing me.

~A few moments later~

While my Eomma is baking a cake, Y/F/N is playing with me and distracting me from my thoughts.

I was thinking about helping Eomma make a cake. Yes, working can be distracting.

I went to my Eomma and started helping her make the cake. Appa tucked my long hair into a loose bun with stray strands, and my hands were soon covered in floor. The doorbell has just rung. Appa went to open the door while we were busy.

Eomma also went to the door because Appa's head was overburdened with visitors. I heard several pairs of footsteps rush through our house, but it sounded like they were fasting.

Appa: Hey! Why are you here, and who are you? Tell us who you are first.

As Appa began yelling and speaking behind them, Y/F/N and I exchanged nervous glances.