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 told him everything... every horrific detail of what had happened to her just a few hours ago. Namjoon's jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists as he burned with rage.
His breathing grew heavy, and his vision blurred with fury. Her sobs drained the energy from her frail body. She was trembling, her shoulders shaking violently as fresh tears cascaded down her face.
The way she was crying, so broken so helpless, tore Namjoon apart. His heart ached for her but his rage was uncontrollable.
Silently, he grabbed a glass of water from the table and held it up to her lips. "Drink" he murmured, his voice softer than the storm inside him. She took two small sips before weakly pushing the glass away.
"Yeon-joon from class 7-A?" Namjoon asked, his voice sharp and laced with venom. Her delicate head nodded in response, and that was all it took. His jaw clenched tighter.
His blood boiled. His mind was in chaos filled only with the burning need to destroy the one who had dared to hurt her.
The rage inside him surged like wildfire suffocating his ability to think rationally. His fists clenched so tightly that the glass in his hand shattered shards embedding into his palm.
She flinched at the sharp sound, her swollen eyes widening in shock. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw blood dripping from his hand. "What have you done?!" she cried, quickly taking his injured hand into her smaller ones.
Namjoon barely noticed the pain. His mind was consumed by the thought of making Yeon-joon pay. His grip on reality slipped as he drowned in his own fury.
His thoughts were singular, primal, he wanted to end him. He wanted to punch him so hard that he'd never be able to hurt her again.
Y/N struggled to stand, pressing a hand to her aching abdomen as another wave of pain coursed through her body. But Namjoon's pain mattered more.
Ignoring her own agony, she hurried into the room, pulled out the first aid kit and rushed back to him. He was still seated on the floor his face flushed red with anger, his fists clenched so tightly that more blood seeped from his palm.
She knelt in front of him, taking his injured hand once more. Carefully, she wiped away the blood, trying her best to be gentle. But Namjoon didn't flinch. He didn't even blink.
He was just staring at her, his dark, raging eyes locked onto her face as though she were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.
Once she finished bandaging his wound, he suddenly stood up, towering over her.
His voice was low and dangerous when he spoke. "Lock the door behind me." She looked up at him, her heart pounding. "What did I say? LOCK THE DOOR BEHIND ME AND DON'T OPEN IT FOR ANYONE" he repeated, his voice now louder, filled with a rage he could barely contain.
