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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She felt uneasy in her sleep, as though someone was gripping her neck. Her breaths became shallow and labored, her chest tightening with a growing sense of dread. Startled, she jolted awake sitting upright on the bed with wide, terrified eyes, her heart pounding against her ribs.
The room was shrouded in darkness, shadows stretching across the walls like ominous whispers. Her frantic gaze swept over the space her pulse slowing only when her eyes landed on Namjoon sitting silently on the couch in front of the bed.
Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, she clutched her chest trying to calm her racing heart. Namjoon, noticing her distress shot up from his seat, his face etched with worry.
His movements were quick as he crossed the room, sitting on the bed beside her. Without hesitation, he enveloped her in his strong arms his warmth offering a shield against her fears.
She buried her face in his chest, seeking solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was as though his mere presence was a balm to her troubled soul.
His heartbeat, strong and calming began to lull her back to sleep. Namjoon held her tightly his hand stroking her hair in soothing motions. Neither of them knew when sleep overtook them, but they remained entwined, their fears momentarily forgotten in the comfort of each other’s embrace.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find herself still wrapped in Namjoon’s arms.
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his warm breath grazing her skin. His strong hands rested protectively on her waist, while one of his legs draped over hers possessively.
A smile tugged at her lips as her heart swelled with emotion. She wished she could freeze this moment, live in it forever. Gently, she ran her hand along his back, savoring the intimacy of their closeness.
After a few quiet moments, she carefully wriggled free from his grip, doing her best not to wake him.
Once out of bed, she slipped into the bathroom to complete her morning routine. The sound of water running and the faint scent of soap filled the small space. When she was ready, she made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and lunch for Namjoon.
As she moved around the kitchen, the smile on her face refused to fade. The simple act of cooking felt different today, filled with a sense of purpose and affection.
The sizzling of the pan and the soft clinking of utensils filled the air as the delicious aroma of her dishes began to waft through the house.
Namjoon woke to find the bed empty. Stretching, he sat up glancing around the room before noticing the faint noises coming from the kitchen.
A soft smile spread across his face as he imagined her there. After a quick shower, he stepped out of the room, following the aroma of food that led him straight to her.
