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...
I write a long chapter because maybe I won't be able to publish next part before atleast one week, as my exams are from tomorrow. So please wait for me a bit🙂 I promise I'll post next part on Saturday's night..stay tuned❤️❤️
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They stood there in each other's arms, the world fading away as she felt herself melt into his touch. His warmth enveloped her like a protective shield, and his masculine scent, felt so comforting, made her feel safe something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She clung to him, needing to feel his presence, his strength. Her heart slowed in his embrace, each beat synchronizing with the rhythm of his breath.
Time seemed to stretch, and she didn’t want to let go. But as she realized she had been holding him for what felt like over fifteen minutes, a wave of self-consciousness hit her. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she quickly pulled away, her gaze dropping to the floor.
She nervously played with her fingers, the softness of her pinky cheeks betraying her inner turmoil. She couldn’t explain why her body reacted this way, why her emotions were tangled in such a delicate web of confusion.
Meanwhile, Namjoon stood there, his mind a storm of conflicting thoughts. He had been with other women's, he spent some of his nights with girls but none had ever made him feel this way.
There was something about her, something that gnawed at him, something that made him question everything.
"For God’s sake, Namjoon, get a grip. She's your student. She's pregnant.." He tried to shake the thoughts away, but they persisted, gnawing at the edges of his self-control.
He tried to rationalize it, Maybe it's just been too long he didn't have sex… but the truth was, it wasn’t just that. Something deeper was stirring inside him.
She felt his gaze on her, like a tangible force, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed the dirty bowls from the table, desperate to put some space between them.
As she moved toward the sink, her hands trembled slightly. She didn't understand why he was looking at her like that, was it desire, or was it something else? Did he want something from her just like other men's? But she couldn't bring herself to look at him, not when she felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
Namjoon, still standing there, couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had always kept a distance from her, kept things professional but now… Now, it was different. There was a pull he couldn’t ignore.
He saw her in a new light, and it scared him. He hadn’t meant to come so close, hadn’t meant to trap her in that moment, but his instincts had betrayed him.
He moved toward her, silently, unable to resist the magnetic draw. She was still engrossed in her task, her back to him, but he couldn’t help it.
His hand, as if acting on its own, reached for her shoulder. When she didn’t respond, he leaned in closer, her proximity like a dangerous temptation.
