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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Y/N stood in the kitchen, carefully kneading the dough, her fingers covered in flour. The soft hum of a song played in the background as she focused on her task. She had been at it for a while now, completely unaware of how much time had passed.
In the living room, Namjoon sat on the couch a book resting in his hands. He had been engrossed in reading, but when he glanced at the clock, he realized it had been half an hour since he last saw Y/N. A small frown formed on his face. He missed her presence.
Setting the book down, he got up and made his way to the kitchen. As he stepped inside, he saw her standing by the counter, a light dusting of flour on her cheeks, her lips pursed in concentration. A fond smile tugged at his lips.
Without a word, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. She let out a soft gasp as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
"What are you up to, love?" he murmured, his voice warm and teasing.
Before she could respond, he pressed a soft kiss to her neck, causing her to shiver.
"Namjoon!" she whined, wiggling in his embrace. "I’m busy!"
He only chuckled, tightening his hold on her and nuzzling against her neck before pressing another kiss there, slower this time. She squirmed again but her protests were weak.
"NamJoon, my hands are covered in flour!" she huffed, a mixture of irritation and amusement in her voice.
"Hmm" he hummed against her skin. "That’s okay. I don’t mind a little mess."
She rolled her eyes, trying to focus on the dough but he wasn’t making it easy. His lips trailed over the sensitive skin of her neck, lingering just long enough to make her breath hitch.
"You’re impossible" she muttered, her voice losing its edge as warmth spread through her.
Namjoon smirked, enjoying the way she melted under his touch. "And you love it."
She sighed dramatically but couldn’t hide the small smile playing on her lips. "I do. But if you keep distracting me, we won’t have anything to eat."
He chuckled, resting his forehead against the side of her head. "Fine, fine. I’ll behave....for now."
He slowly unwrapped his arms from her waist but not before placing one last lingering kiss on her shoulder.
The absence of his warmth made her shiver, and she hated how much she missed it already.
Namjoon threw a small amount of flour on her, she looked at him , making an angry pout she threw some flour on namjoon...they both were playing with the flour making a mess in the kitchen.
Namjoon leaned against the counter, watching her with a soft, adoring expression. "You know, I love seeing you like this. It feels… domestic. Like a glimpse of our future together."
