𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || ᴠɪᴍɪɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰꜰ

TEN

Kim's Pov

I blinked groggily, the room spinning around me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The knocking grew more insistent, a sharp rapping against the wood that seemed to echo through the quiet of the early morning. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 5 AM, a time when the house was usually as still as a grave. I rubbed my eyes, the afterimages of a vivid dream fading away. A dream where I'd been standing before Y/N, the woman who'd been haunting my thoughts, my body responding to her touch in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

I shuffled to the door, my mind racing with questions. Why would she be up so early? Did she need something? Did she know? The last thought sent a cold shiver down my spine, but I quickly dismissed it. There was no way she could know about my nocturnal fantasies. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the awkwardness that was about to unfold.

When I opened the door, Y/N was standing there, her eyes wide with a mix of concern and urgency. She was dressed in a simple white nightgown, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders. It was the most vulnerable I had ever seen her, and it only served to amplify her beauty.

"Mr. Kim," she began, her voice a hushed whisper, "I'm so sorry to disturb you at this hour, but it's important."

I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral as I took in her distressed state. "What's wrong, Milady?"

Y/N's eyes darted around the hallway before she stepped closer, her voice barely above a murmur. "I had a nightmare, Mr. Kim. It was... it was so real."

Her words hung in the air, and I felt a strange mix of protectiveness and confusion. Why would she come to me, the situation felt off. "Do you want to talk about it?" I offered tentatively.

Y/N looked at me, her expression a mix of surprise and relief, then she shook her head. "No, not really," she whispered, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. "But I can't go back to sleep now. I was thinking of taking a morning walk, outside the mansion."

I raised an eyebrow, trying to process this information. "But Milady," I began, "you know the rules."

"I know, I know," she interrupted with an impatient wave of her hand. "But I can't stay cooped up in here. I need some fresh air, and I can't go out there alone."

I nodded slowly, understanding her plight. Y/N's eyes searched mine, looking for the answer she wanted to hear. But I denied.

"I can't go with Jungkook," she paused, her gaze flickering with a hint of something unpleasant. "And I don't want to wake Jimin up. He's... I just don't feel like seeing his disappointed face."

Her words hung in the air, and I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of my mouth. So, she had a bit of a soft spot for Jimin. I filed that information away for later. "Alright, Milady," I said, playing along. "Give me five minutes to get dressed and we'll go together."

I closed the door gently, my mind racing with thoughts. This was definitely not protocol, but something about the desperation in her eyes made it hard to say no. Plus, the idea of spending some quality time with her outside of our usual roles was intriguing, to say the least. I quickly threw on some clothes, making sure to stay as presentable as possible.

When I emerged from my room, I found Y/N in the hallway, dressed in a sleek black tracksuit that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, the same style she often wore when training in the mansion's gym. The sight of her in such an informal outfit was surprisingly refreshing, like catching a glimpse of a celebrity without makeup. She looked up, her eyes locking with mine, and for a moment, I felt like the walls between us had crumbled away, revealing something raw and unguarded.