A girl Y/N who lost her mother after birth, her father got married to another women who never think of Y/N as her daughter, she hit her called her useless, but Y/N's grandmother raise her but she died when Y/N was a child...
She gets young as a simp...
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Namjoon led her inside the cozy little cafe, where the chilliness from inside was giving her a soothing feeling. She glanced around, taking in the charmingly simple and inviting interior.
The walls were painted a soothing shade of white and grey, adorned with minimalistic line-art prints and a few delicate, potted plants that added a splash of life and color.
Wooden shelves held a modest collection of books, from poetry to travel guides, giving the space a relaxed, welcoming vibe that felt almost like home.
The tables were small but thoughtfully placed, each paired with mismatched wooden chairs that added character to the cafe’s minimalist design. The countertops were smooth and polished, with an array of pastries under glass domes that sparkled under the warm, ambient lights.
Overhead, hanging small yellow bulbs gave off a soft glow, casting gentle shadows that made everything feel intimate and personal.
The scent of freshly ground coffee beans lingered in the air, blending with the faint aroma of vanilla and cinnamon. A soft instrumental tune played in the background, blending perfectly with the quiet hum of customers’ conversations and the gentle clinking of cups and saucers.
The baristas moved with practiced ease, adding to the sense of calm that permeated the place. It was clear this wasn’t just a cafe; it was a haven, a place to pause, to breathe, to simply be.
Namjoon watched her as she took it all in, a small smile playing on his lips. He could see that she felt it too, the simplicity, the warmth, the unique charm of a place that felt like it was built for moments like this.
Namjoon’s sister noticed him with the girl, her gaze lingering on their clasped hands. Her eyes widened in surprise - she’d never seen him with a girl before.
Unable to contain her excitement, she hurried over, beaming as she wrapped her arms around Y/N in a sudden hug. Y/N stiffened, taken aback, but soon let out a soft laugh, smiling back at her warmly.
"Is she your girlfriend? Oh my gosh, she’s so pretty!" Namjoon’s sister, Kyungmin, gushed, glancing between them with wide eyes. Namjoon frowned, already knowing this would get out of hand quickly.
"It’s not like tha-" Namjoon started, but Kyungmin cut him off, taking Y/N’s hand enthusiastically. She led her to the table, pulling out a chair for her as Namjoon sat across from them, his eyebrows knit together in embarrassment.
"I’m so sorry… she’s just a little overexcited" Namjoon apologized quietly, scratching the back of his neck. He looked down, trying to hide his cheeks, maybe he was blushing by the name of a girlfriend.
He wanted to start his life with a partner, to share romantic and loving moments, to see their little versions roaming in his house, but he never date any girl, because of his busy life he didn't want his partner to feel uneasy about their relationship.
