The worn leather of the couch beneath me felt like a familiar comfort. I’d been staying at I.N’s place for weeks now, my investigation into Chan’s supposed involvement in my father’s death hasn't move a bit yet. I have to make a move soon
“Y/N, I have an idea,” I.N said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He’d just ended a phone call, his expression thoughtful.
“Oh really? Tell me,” I prompted, my curiosity piqued.
“Chan has a daughter,” he said.
“And?” I waited, a sense of unease settling in my stomach.
“His daughter needs a nanny right now, and Chan asked me to find someone. You came to mind immediately. You can try, right?” he said, his eyes pleading.
“Are you really asking me when I can start?” I countered, my heart pounding. I was terrible with kids; their unpredictable cries and demands always sent me running for the hills.
“Let me introduce you to Chan first. Wanna go today?” he asked, his voice laced with desperation.
I didn’t understand why he was so insistent. He knows my answer will be yes why is he asking even
I.N’s POV:
I knew Y/N was here to haunt Chan, but I was sure he had nothing to do with her father’s death. There was no way any of the members would be involved in something like that. Sending her to be Ryujin’s nanny was a gamble, a way to distract her while giving her a chance to see Chan in a different light. Maybe a little romance could soften her resolve, make her realize he wasn’t the monster she thought he was.
Besides, she needed to find peace, and Ryujin needed a mother’s love and care. As for her father’s death, I would investigate it myself, quietly and discreetly. If I needed help, I could rely on the boys. Involving Y/N would only complicate things, and this distraction might be just what she needed.
So I am giving my first love to my best friend? How pathetic.
My heart ached for her, even as I played this dangerous game.
