7 MAFIA DADDIES ✅

**Chapter 11: Healing and Reflection**

As the days passed, Y/N’s physical wounds gradually began to heal, though she never sought medical attention or rest. Her resilience was evident in how she continued with her daily tasks despite the pain. The cuts and burns on her skin were mending, but the process was slow and marked by a sense of grim determination.

The Mafia Daddies observed her from a distance, noting how she carried on with her chores and even continued to cook for them. Her movements were cautious and deliberate, yet there was an undeniable strength in her demeanor. They saw her silently push through the pain, refusing to let it hinder her from performing her duties.

Jin, who had become increasingly sympathetic to her plight, approached her one day as she was tending to the garden. “Y/N, you need to take care of yourself,” he said gently. “We’ve seen how hard you’re working, but you don’t have to do everything on your own. Let us help.”

Y/N looked up from the flowers she was tending, her face a mask of stoic determination. “I don’t need your help. I’ve survived worse.”

J-Hope, who had been close to Jin during their conversations, joined him. “It’s not just about surviving, Y/N. It’s about healing. You can’t keep going like this forever. We want to make things right, and part of that is making sure you’re okay.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, though she remained firm. “I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need anyone’s pity. I’m used to handling things on my own.”

Suga, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. “You’re stronger than we thought, but even the strongest need rest. It’s not a sign of weakness. We’re not asking you to stop working, just to let us help you recover properly.”

The Mafia Daddies’ words struck a chord. Y/N had always relied on her own strength, but the genuine concern in their voices was different from the usual harshness she had been subjected to. For the first time, she considered their offer seriously.

“I’ll think about it,” she said after a moment of contemplation. “But don’t expect me to change overnight.”

The Mafia Daddies nodded in understanding. They knew it would take time to earn her trust and to convince her that their intentions were sincere. In the meantime, they decided to make subtle changes in their approach, offering assistance without pushing too hard.

As the weeks continued, the Mafia Daddies made efforts to create a more supportive environment. They ensured that Y/N’s work was manageable and tried to offer her breaks. They even arranged for medical supplies to be available, hoping she would eventually use them.

Gradually, Y/N began to accept their help, if only a little. She started using the medical supplies for her wounds, and though she continued to work hard, she allowed herself to take short breaks. The Mafia Daddies noticed the change and continued to support her quietly.

In the evenings, the once tense atmosphere began to ease. The Mafia Daddies and Y/N shared conversations and moments of camaraderie. It was clear that while trust was still a work in progress, there was a newfound respect and understanding between them.

The healing process was not just physical but emotional. Y/N’s tough exterior began to soften as she saw the Mafia Daddies’ genuine efforts to understand and support her. And for the first time, the Mafia Daddies began to see Y/N not just as a prisoner but as a complex individual with a past that demanded respect and empathy.