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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He pressed his lips against hers once more and she closed her eyes letting herself get lost in the intoxicating sensation he was giving her.
"Mmh" she moaned softly into the kiss as his hand began to caress her inner thigh. The other hand was deftly working on the buttons of her shirt, his touch gentle yet deliberate.
His lips left hers traveling down to her collarbone. The fabric of her shirt got in his way frustrating him. With practiced ease, he undid the rest of the buttons so gently she didn't even noticed.
Her eyes remained shut, savoring the feel of his lips against her skin. But then, suddenly she felt nothing. The warmth of his touch disappeared replaced by a silence that made her heart race.
Slowly, she opened her eyes only to find his jaw clenched tight his eyes smoldering with rage. His hand once so tender on her thigh was now balled into a fist.
Her gaze met his, but when she followed his line of sight downwards she froze. Her shirt was completely undone, leaving her exposed.
In a panic, she quickly covered her chest with her arms. "I-I know I look ugly" she stammered, her voice trembling with shame. She hurriedly got off the table, but he caught her in his big arms.
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Anyways she tried to get off the table again and retarted towards the room.
He followed her, catching up in a few strides and grabbing her wrist to stop her. "You’re beautiful" he said softly, his voice laced with both love and concern. "What did I tell you? These are testaments of your strength."
"No! No one will ever love me." she yelled, tears streaming down her face. "No one will even like me. I’m so...so ugly. He...he marked me with this filthy dirt!" Her words broke as sobs racked her body.
Namjoon’s chest tightened, his heart aching with every word she spoke.
He had been trying so hard to help her heal but nothing seemed to ease her pain. What more could he do to help her see her worth?
"Look at me" he said, gently cupping her tear-streaked face. "Look at me. Do you trust me?"
Her eyes met his, brimming with pain and doubt. "I...I do" she whispered.
