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Charm—the power or quality of delighting, attracting, or fascinating others.
Intelligence—the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.
And attractiveness?
The bold and unapologetically erotic charm that Kim Namjoon exuded was impossible to ignore. His striking features, combined with intelligence that he wore like an ornament on his handsome face, drove people insane.
His insanely fit body, with buffed arms and pec muscles bulging under the fabric of his T-shirt, stretched across his sun-tanned skin smoothly. He attracted eyes effortlessly, like an enchanting knight in armor. He stood before his long-time friend, smiling, a vision of strength wrapped in innocence.
Namjoon was here to meet YN after four years. They shared a platonic relationship built on trust and loyalty.
"Oh my God, Joon! It's been four years. How are you?" she exclaimed, extending her arms to wrap around the tall man.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her shoulders respectfully. "Yeah, you told me you transferred to Seoul. Luckily, I was already here for a trip, so I thought I'd pay you a visit," he replied as they entered YN's café, chatting about what they had been up to.
Across the street, a looming figure bit his nails, a constant frown on his face as his heart clenched. He didn't like how they were attached to each other or how their eyes connected with a spark, her beautiful eyes glimmering effortlessly.
It shouldn't affect him like this, but his heart clenched with the sharp edge of emotions that had been building inside him—emotions that teetered on the brink of frustration and longing. The emotional deprivation was undeniably irritating; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t just forget her. Now, seeing her with a charming man who looked like a whole meal was stressing him out.
Those sparkles in her eyes should have been for him.
YN'S POV
It's refreshing to have a friend after so many days. The warmth of familiarity, the easy laughter, and the shared stories brought a sense of lightness I hadn’t felt in ages. Sitting across from Namjoon, I could see how time had changed him. His smile still held that same boyish charm, but there was an air of maturity now, a depth in his eyes that spoke of experiences and lessons learned. It made me realize how much had changed in me too.
“You know, it’s hard to believe it’s been four years,” I said, swirling my spoon in the cup of cappuccino in front of me. The soft aroma of coffee mixed with the subtle hum of the café, making everything feel peaceful for a moment.
Namjoon’s deep laugh rumbled in response. “I know. Feels like just yesterday we were pulling all-nighters and surviving on instant ramen.” He took a sip from his own cup, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You look happy, YN. Different, but happy.”
I smiled at his observation, a bittersweet tug pulling at my heart. “I guess that’s life, isn’t it? Changing and adapting. But seeing you again... it’s like a piece of the past has come back, reminding me of simpler days.”
We fell into an easy conversation, catching up on everything from career moves to silly stories that still made us laugh uncontrollably. It felt good to forget, even if only for a while, the ache that had settled deep inside me. The ache of longing for someone I could no longer reach.
I stole a glance out of the window, where the street buzzed with life. My eyes caught a fleeting shadow of movement—a familiar profile, broad and tense, eyes dark and intense, watching from afar. The sight made my breath hitch for a moment before I forced myself to look back at Namjoon.
“So, Seoul has been treating you well?” Namjoon’s question broke through the momentary distraction.
“Yeah,” I lied smoothly, trying to focus on the warmth of his presence and push aside the storm of emotions that threatened to resurface. “Seoul has been... everything I needed.”
But even as I said the words, the weight of that unseen gaze pressed on my chest, reminding me that some connections refuse to be forgotten—no matter how many smiles or shared laughs you put between them.
I am sorry guys for updating late I am so busy these days 😪
