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...
I'll publish the next chapter tomorrow....ehmmm So, be ready.....something big and exciting is coming!!😶🌫️
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Without thinking, he blurted out the words that had been on his mind for so long. "Marry me.Y/N"
Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Namjoon, a mixture of surprise and sleepiness on her face. "Huh?" she whispered, her voice husky from exhaustion.
Namjoon's heart skipped a beat as he waited for her response. He knew that he had taken her by surprise, but he couldn't help the way he felt. "Just tell me that you'll think about it" he urged, his voice low and gentle.
Y/N sighed, snuggling deeper into his chest. "Namjoon, We should sleep now"
Namjoon's face fell, but he knew that he couldn't push her. Not now, when she was still reeling from the events of the day.
He nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Ok, we will talk about it later." he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
As they drifted off to sleep, Namjoon's mind was racing with thoughts of the future. He knew that he would do anything to make Y/N happy, to convince her to spend the rest of her life with him.
But for now, he was content to simply hold her, to feel her warmth and her love. Tomorrow, he would ask her again, and he would keep asking until she said yes.
As they held each other, Namjoon felt a sense of resolve wash over him. He knew that he would do anything to protect Y/N, to keep her safe from harm. He would fight, he would bleed, and he would sacrifice everything for her.
And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms Namjoon promised himself that he would never let anyone hurt Y/N again. He would be her shield, her protector, and her safe haven. Forever.
As the night deepened, Y/N shifted slightly in Namjoon's arms, her fingers absentmindedly tracing small patterns on his chest.
She could feel the tension in his body, the weight of unspoken words lingering between them. Wanting to steer the conversation away she let out a soft chuckle.
"You know what,I had the weirdest dream last night" she murmured, hoping to change the subject. "I was being chased by a giant mic, and no matter how fast I ran, it just kept coming after me."
Namjoon huffed out a small laugh, recognizing her attempt to divert the conversation. He brushed his fingers through her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
"That sounds terrifying" he teased, playing along. "Was I there? Did I save you from the evil mic?"
Y/N grinned. "Nope. You were the giant mic."
Namjoon gasped dramatically, making her giggle. He held her closer, his heart swelling at the sound. As much as he wanted to continue their previous conversation, he understood that she needed time. And he would wait.
