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Start writing your story Y/N barely stirs. She mutters a quiet curse under her breath as she tries and fails to sit up.
She is never fcking a robot again. This shit is painful. Maybe if they had fewer rounds. She wouldn't be in this state.
A soft knock breaks the stillness. "Y/N?" Namjoon said.
"Yeah. Come in." Y/n said.
The door creaks open partway, and Namjoon peeks through the gap. He's got the baby on his hip, bottle dangling from one hand.
"Breakfast is ready. You should eat something. Did you eat dinner? You didn't, right." Namjoon said.
"Later." She tries to smile, but it barely reaches her lips.
Namjoon lingers for a moment, he could tell something was up. "Okay." He said and quietly pulls the door closed. Footsteps fade away.
She stays there. Still.
It isn't unusual, her staying in bed, skipping meals, disappearing into herself. She's an artist, and in this house, that's enough of an excuse. No one questions her anymore. She can stay in her studio and room for days and they will just think she is working on an artwork.
Y/n picked up her ipad, and started doing some sketches on them.
Later at night time, the door opens again, gently this time. Her sister, still in her coat, steps in with a takeout box. She sets it on the nightstand and sits beside Y/N, brushing her hair back like she used to when they were kids.
"I brought you food." She said she thought Y/n was mad at her.
Y/N doesn't look up. She doesn't need to.
"I'm sorry. If I've been too harsh. I know I push. But I love you, Y/N. More than anyone. Even more than my own kids, sometimes. And I just want what's best for you."
Y/N nods faintly.
"A robot... Taehyung... he's not it. Even the thought of being with him is dystopian. There are amazing men out there." She said,
"Men are not amazing." Y/n said.
"We are not either, no one is 100%. You're young, you're beautiful, you're brilliant. You'll find someone. Or he'll find you. The right person always does."
Y/N forces a small nod again, her eyes low. Her sister wraps her arms around her in a quiet, heartfelt hug.
"Please be kind to yourself. Promise?" Her sister said.
