Hell'O' Brother 🔞

Chapter 5 : The Unexpected Return

"The heart knows what it wants, but sometimes the
mind is the last to catch up."
-Vespera

The morning sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains, casting a warm glow on the room that bore the signs of a passionate night-tangled sheets, pillows askew, and a faint scent of lingering cologne and vanilla. Namjoon stirred first, eyes fluttering open as a satisfied smile crossed his lips. The sight of YN, still curled up and peaceful beside him, filled his heart with a warmth that reached deeper than any business victory ever could.

Quietly, so as not to wake her, he slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen. The polished wooden floors creaked softly under his bare feet as he prepared a warm hotbag. Returning to the bedroom, he sat beside YN, placing the hotbag gently against her lower back and beginning a slow, soothing massage. His touch was light, careful, and filled with care.

A soft sigh escaped YN's lips as her eyes fluttered open, a drowsy smile spreading across her face as she took in the sight of Namjoon, his eyes tender and attentive. "Good morning," she whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning, my love," Namjoon replied, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He paused for a moment, just taking in her beauty, her tousled hair framing her face in a way that was both innocent and alluring. "How do you feel?"

"Happy," she said, her eyes sparkling as she reached up to touch his face. They both chuckled, the sound echoing like a melody in the quiet room.

Namjoon's expression grew serious for a moment, the weight of his next words palpable in the air. He took her hand in his, pressing it to his chest as if to let her feel the steady drum of his heartbeat. "YN, let's move into my house. I don't want to spend another night apart. My parents passed away last year, and that house... it feels empty, haunted with memories that echo loneliness. But with you, it could become a home again, filled with laughter and life. You're my light, YN. Without you, even the grandest house feels like just walls and silence. Will you make it our home?"

YN felt her heart swell, tears of joy pricking at the corners of her eyes. She squeezed his hand, sitting up to face him fully. "Namjoon, being with you has given me more happiness than I ever thought possible. You see me, you make me feel safe and loved in a way I never imagined. I would be honored to make your home our home. I never thought I'd find someone who makes me feel this whole, this cherished. Yes, I'll move in with you. You're my everything, too."

Relief and joy washed over Namjoon's face, and he pulled her into a tender embrace, their lips meeting in a kiss that spoke of promises and shared futures. The room around them, once marked by loneliness, now felt like a sanctuary where love had laid its claim.

The morning passed as they both freshened up, exchanging smiles and playful glances as they got dressed. Namjoon wore a crisp white dress shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, while YN chose a soft sundress that made her look radiant. Hand in hand, they made their way to Namjoon's house.

The drive was filled with shared glances and the occasional squeeze of hands. As Namjoon pulled into the driveway of his expansive home, YN's eyes widened. The house stood grand and inviting, with tall windows and ivy creeping up its stone facade. The garden was lush, with roses blooming in hues of red and pink, and a path of cobblestones that led to a white porch with a swing swaying gently in the breeze.

"Welcome home, YN," Namjoon said as he opened the door for her.

YN stepped inside, her eyes taking in the high ceilings, the sweeping staircase, and the light that streamed through tall windows, illuminating the polished wooden floors and elegant furniture. She turned to Namjoon, wonder written all over her face. "It's beautiful. And my café is so close to here... it feels perfect." She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. "Thank you, Namjoon."