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 bridal room was hushed, lit softly by warm golden lamps and the faint scent of roses drifting in from the flower arrangements placed around the hall. YN sat in front of the mirror, her hands trembling in her lap as the final touches of her makeup settled into place.
The bridal dress chosen after days of doubt and tears, laughter and patience fell around her like a dream, ivory and delicate, with lace whispering against her skin whenever she shifted.
Kyungmin, Namjoon’s sister, leaned against the vanity with her arms folded, eyes glittering with mischief. “Well, if this isn’t the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen ” she teased, dramatically pretending to wipe a tear.
“Honestly, YN, you’re glowing. My brother’s probably going to faint when he sees you. Should we keep smelling salts nearby?”
YN laughed nervously, her fingers brushing over her veil. “Stop, unnie… I’m already shaking. Don’t make it worse.”
Kyungmin leaned down, fixing a stray curl by YN’s ear, her voice softening. “You really do look stunning, YN. Like you were always meant to be his. Do you know how long I’ve prayed to see him smile the way he does when he talks about you? It’s… finally here.”
Before YN could respond, the door creaked open and in came Namjoon’s close friend the very one who had gone with her on those endless trips to pick out dresses, who had calmed her every time she spiraled into panic about details. She smiled warmly, her presence instantly grounding.
“Oh, girl” she breathed, walking over and taking YN’s hands. “You’re breathtaking. I told you that dress was made for you.”
YN’s throat tightened. “I don’t even feel real. Everything’s happening so fast… I don’t know if I’m ready.”
Her friend chuckled softly, squeezing her fingers. “That’s what makes it beautiful. Marriage isn’t about being ready, YN. It’s about choosing each other every single day even in the moments you don’t feel prepared. It’s about waking up next to someone who sees your worst and still kisses your forehead like you’re the best thing in his life.”
YN blinked back tears, and her friend’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes twinkling. “And as for tonight your wedding night...don’t look so terrified. It’s not some scary mystery. It’s just… intimacy, in the purest sense. Trust, tenderness, laughter. And knowing him knowing Namjoon....he’ll be so gentle with you, he’ll probably be more nervous than you are. Just let it happen like a conversation between your hearts. It’s not about perfect it’s about you two being together.”
Kyungmin fanned herself dramatically, pretending to faint. “Oh, my goodness, is it hot in here or is it just the romance speech?”
The three of them burst out laughing, the tension in YN’s shoulders easing as the room filled with warmth and sisterhood.
