Beyond Boundaries • A KNJ Fanfiction

15.

YN POV 📸

I descended the grand staircase, the faint echo of my footsteps reverberating through the quiet hall. As I reached the last few steps, my eyes inadvertently landed on Namjoon. He stood near the door, dressed in a casual outfit that somehow made him look anything but casual. The brown long coat draped over his shoulders exuded elegance, and his sunglasses added an air of mystique. It wasn’t fair how someone could look like a Greek god with such effortless ease.

His figure was striking, every curve and edge of his body seemingly sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

I caught myself staring longer than I should have, the thought sending a rush of warmth to my cheeks. Shaking my head, I quickly turned my attention to my phone, pretending to scroll through it as if nothing had happened.

Clearing my throat, I spoke up. "Here I am. Shall we go now?"

Namjoon barely glanced at me, the corner of his lips lifting in that infuriating smirk of his. "I've been standing here for five minutes to go. Yeah."

His tone was nonchalant, bordering on smug, and it sent a wave of annoyance rushing through me. "Can't you answer something straightforwardly?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at his usual smartass mouth.

He chuckled lightly, the sound deep and resonant.

"In my profession, straightforward words don’t actually work. We need to be sugarcoated, say things we don’t mean, and sometimes say things we do mean—but people think we don’t. Complicated, right?"

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I don’t understand actors."

Namjoon tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening as he took a step closer. His voice softened, the teasing lilt replaced with something more serious. "Well, you don’t need to understand an actor."

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. His next words came in a low, almost intimate whisper.

"Understand me. Only me—the person."

I gulped, feeling the weight of his gaze settle over me like a blanket, warm yet suffocating. My heart stuttered in my chest, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. The way he looked at me, as if I were the only person in the room, made my stomach twist into knots I couldn’t untangle.

"Let’s go," I finally managed to say, my voice shakier than I intended.

"Sure," he replied with a smile, the dimples in his cheeks making him look both boyish and utterly devastating. He turned and walked toward the door, leaving me to gather my scattered thoughts before following him out.

As we stepped outside, the sleek black car was already waiting at the entrance, the driver standing at attention. I approached the passenger seat beside the driver, determined to put some distance between us.

"I’ll sit here," I said, reaching for the door handle. "I’m your employee, and you’re the boss. It’s only right for you to sit in the back."

Before I could react, Namjoon’s hand wrapped around my arm, his grip firm yet not harsh.

In one swift motion, he pushed me on the backseat. "You’re sitting here with me. No more words."

I gasped, my eyes widening as I stared at him in disbelief. His commanding tone and the intensity in his gaze sent an unfamiliar shiver down my spine. The way he pushed me into the seat wasn’t rough, but it carried an authority that left no room for argument.