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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The night was quiet, the only sound in the apartment coming from the occasional rustle of the wind against the windows. The room was bathed in silver moonlight, casting faint shadows over the bed where Y/N lay curled up beside Namjoon.
His deep steady breathing filled the space a rhythm she had grown used to over time. His warmth surrounded her comforting in a way she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to put into words.
She should have been asleep.She wanted to be asleep.But the craving gnawed at her stubborn and relentless.
The craving of French fries at 3.
Y/N sighed, shifting slightly under the covers. She glanced over at Namjoon who was sound asleep his chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber.
His arm was loosely draped over her waist his fingers curled slightly as if even in his sleep he didn’t want to let her go.She bit her lip.
He had been so tired earlier. He had spent the entire day taking care of things, making sure she was eating properly, making sure she was getting enough rest. The last thing she wanted was to wake him up over something as small as a craving.
So, carefully she peeled his arm away, holding her breath as he stirred slightly before settling again. She hesitated for a moment watching his relaxed face the soft parting of his lips, the way his fingers twitched slightly in his sleep.
Then, slowly she slipped out of bed.
A chill ran up her spine as her feet touched the cold floor. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tiptoed out of the room and into the kitchen.
The apartment was eerily silent at this hour. She flicked on the dim light above the stove and moved on instinct, reaching for the bag of potatoes.
Namjoon stirred awake at the sound of faint voices. His hand instinctively reached out across the bed searching for her warmth but all he found was the cold, empty space beside him. A sudden wave of fear gripped his heart.
Where is she? His mind raced with worry...was she unwell? Had something happened to her? Without wasting another second, he threw off the blanket and got up hurriedly.
His first thought was to check the bathroom. He pushed the door open, his breath hitching but she wasn't there. The emptiness of the small room only made his anxiety spike. Rubbing his face, he stepped back into the dimly lit bedroom, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
A faint glow flickered from the hallway. He followed it, his heartbeat slowing just a little when he finally saw her.
She was in the kitchen, standing by the counter busy with something.
Namjoon sighed in relief, his lips pressing into a soft smile. His fear faded, replaced by a warm protective feeling. But she was busy in her thoughts.
French fries wouldn’t take long just a few minutes to peel cut and fry.She thought, and took out some potatoes and was about to reach the peeler.She heard the deep, sleep-roughened voice behind her.
