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 was in the meeting, but his mind wasn’t present. It was consumed by thoughts of Y/N. Every tick of the clock only heightened his restlessness.
She might be waiting for him, sitting alone, and here he was, stuck listening to the principal drone on about school policies. The words blurred into meaningless noise, an endless stream of nonsense that only made him more agitated.
He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time. Each minute stretched into eternity, and he tapped his foot nervously against the tiled floor. His thoughts raced, each one more urgent than the last.
His heart ached with urgency, every beat reminding him of her waiting figure. The image of her sitting in the park, looking around for him, tugged at his chest. "She must be wondering where I am," he thought, his jaw clenching in frustration. He imagined the hurt flickering across her face, the subtle droop of her shoulders as she waited in vain.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Namjoon shot to his feet. "I’m sorry, sir, but I have to leave. It's an emergency." His voice was firm but edged with impatience. The principal looked at him with mild annoyance, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, but after a long pause, he nodded.
Namjoon wasted no time, rushing to his office to grab his bike keys. His movements were frantic, his breaths heavy as he bolted out of the school and onto his bike.
The roaring engine barely masked the storm brewing in his heart. The streets blurred past him, but his mind was sharper than ever, focused solely on her. He sped to the park, anticipation and dread warring within him.
When he arrived, the park was empty. The bench he thought she'd be sitting on was vacant, the space around it eerily still. His heart sank, and he clutched the handlebars tightly, his knuckles white with tension.
"Where could she be? She doesn’t have a key to my house…" A wave of panic washed over him. Namjoon fumbled with his phone, intending to call her only to realize a crushing truth he didn’t have her number.
He slapped his forehead in his mind, groaning. "How could I be so stupid?" He revved his bike again, heading back to school to check the administration office. His desperation painted a frantic edge to his movements, each second feeling like a wasted eternity.
All he got was her father’s contact number. Frustration tightened his chest as he paced outside the office. "She doesn’t even have her own phone number?" he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. His mind raced with images of her, alone and possibly scared, and he felt helpless.
Desperation drove him to search every corner of the school, her classroom, the library, the canteen, even the medical unit. He scoured each place with growing urgency, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts, but she was nowhere to be found.
