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 guest room door clicked shut behind them. Soft yellow light glowed from the lamp on the nightstand. The air between them felt warm, heavy almost electric filled with something unspoken, something buzzing beneath their skin.
Y/N stepped in first, running her fingers through her hair, heart fluttering from the lingering warmth of the movie night and the teasing from Jin and Kyungmin. But now, with just Namjoon near, that heat shifted… deeper.
Namjoon walked over to her and wordlessly handed her a shirt one of his soft, oversized black ones. The cotton smelled like him: clean, warm and safe.
"Change into this" he said, brushing a hand down her arm. "It’s big. But you look good in my clothes.
He leaned forward, brushing a kiss on her cheek. "I’ll be back in a few minutes. Shower."
She nodded and bit her lip, turning her back shyly as she slipped into it. It fell just below her thighs, brushing against her bare legs. She tugged the sleeves over her hands and turned around.
Her heart thudding wildly in her chest as she climbed onto the bed. She sat there, legs tucked under her, hugging her knees, her fingers playing with the hem of the shirt as she waited.
She could hear the water running. Her skin tingled. Her thoughts raced.Minutes later, the door creaked open.Namjoon stepped back into the room.
He had a towel over his head, his hair damp and curling slightly, his torso covered by only a thin gray tank top the fabric clinging to his skin, low-hanging joggers resting dangerously on his hips.
Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. Her breath hitched.
Namjoon noticed. And he smirked. "What?" he asked softly.
"You…" she whispered, cheeks burning. "You look…"
"Hot?" he finished, smirking, walking toward her slowly. "Say it, baby."
She smiled nervously, heat blooming across her body. "Unfair."
He leaned over her, placing one knee on the bed, hovering, his damp hair dripping lightly near her face. "You think this is unfair?"
Then his lips found hers.This time, the kiss wasn’t shy. It wasn’t teasing.
It was hungry.
His hands cupped her cheeks, then slid down her waist. He tugged her closer until she was beneath him, her back pressed against the pillows. Her breath hitched as he kissed along her jawline, then down her throat, lips hot and desperate.
His voice was low against her skin. "You drive me insane."
Y/N whimpered, fingers tangling in his shirt, dragging him closer. Her thighs parted on instinct, making space for his body as he slotted between them. His weight on top of her felt overwhelming in the best way.
