Monster Underneath The Bed✓

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Chapter 12: The Puppet Master

The tension between YN and Namjoon had reached its peak. Every encounter, every glance exchanged, felt like a silent battle, a power struggle neither was willing to lose. YN could feel the pressure building, but she couldn’t afford to falter now. She had to stay strong, keep her emotions in check, and most importantly, she had to stay ahead of him.

After discovering the photograph of the child in the window, YN knew she had to confront Namjoon. But how? He was always one step ahead, always anticipating her moves. If she wanted answers, she had to think like him, anticipate his next move before he could make it.

The next morning, YN arrived at work with a sense of purpose. She had decided on her course of action she would force him to reveal the truth, but on her terms. She had spent the night crafting a plan, one that would make Namjoon believe he was in control, only for her to turn the tables at the last moment.

As the day progressed, YN couldn’t help but feel the weight of her decision. Her mind kept going back to the photograph, the haunted look in the child’s eyes. What had he seen that day? And more importantly, why had Namjoon kept it hidden all these years?

That afternoon, YN waited for the right moment. She knew Namjoon’s routine inside and out he would be alone in his office, finishing up some paperwork before leaving for the day. She waited until the office was mostly empty, then made her way to his door.

Taking a deep breath, YN knocked softly. A moment later, she heard his voice, calm and composed as always. “Come in.”

YN pushed the door open and stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest. Namjoon was sitting behind his desk, his gaze already locked onto her as if he had been expecting her.

“YN,” he said with a faint smile, leaning back in his chair. “What brings you here?”

YN closed the door behind her, keeping her expression neutral. “I wanted to talk to you about something. Something important.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh? And what might that be?”

YN walked closer to his desk, her eyes never leaving his. “I’ve been doing some digging, and I found something interesting. Something from your past.”

For a split second, YN thought she saw a flicker of something fear, perhaps? in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual composed demeanour.

“Oh?” Namjoon said smoothly, his smile widening. “You’ve been digging into my past? How fascinating. And what did you find?”

YN pulled out the photograph she had found and placed it on his desk. “This.”

Namjoon’s smile froze as he looked down at the photo. For a moment, the room was silent, the tension palpable. YN watched his reaction closely, searching for any sign that she had caught him off guard.

Finally, Namjoon picked up the photo, his expression unreadable. “Where did you find this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” YN replied, crossing her arms. “What matters is what’s in the photo. The child in the window… it’s you, isn’t it?”

Namjoon’s gaze slowly lifted to meet hers, and YN could see the cold calculation in his eyes. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

YN didn’t flinch. “I want answers, Namjoon. I want to know what happened to you, what you saw that day. And I want to know why you’ve been hiding it.”

For a long moment, Namjoon said nothing. He simply stared at her, as if weighing his options. Then, slowly, he placed the photo back on the desk and leaned back in his chair, his expression softening.