Beyond Boundaries • A KNJ Fanfiction

16.

We stepped into the World of glamour the next moment we stepped out of the car. It's my first time being in a high profile shoot.

The bustling set was alive with activity, a symphony of voices, footsteps, and the occasional sound of clinking equipment.

Bright lights illuminated every corner, creating an atmosphere of importance and creativity. As Namjoon walked through the crowd, his presence was magnetic. He held that divine Aura that Was beyond the world. Heads turned, conversations paused, and a wave of respect rippled through the room.

He strode with confidence, hands tucked casually into his pockets, his long coat flowing behind him like a regal cape. Even in such a casual outfit, he looked effortlessly commanding, his aura demanding attention without him uttering a word. I followed him quietly, trying not to get overwhelmed by the grandeur of it all.

"Director sir, Mr. Kim is here. Please, this way, sir. Your makeup room is over here," a staff member informed him, gesturing toward a corridor.

Namjoon nodded with a polite "Thank you," his deep voice sending a strange shiver through me. He walked ahead, completely at ease, while I trailed behind, feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece in this glamorous world.

As we approached the makeup room, a staff member suddenly stepped in my path, blocking me.

"You cannot enter, ma’am. It's only for the artist, not his staff," she said curtly.

I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could form a coherent sentence, Namjoon’s authoritative voice cut through.

"She's with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And she's coming inside. I need my photographer to capture the behind-the-scenes for me."

The staff member blinked in surprise, bowing quickly. "O... okay, sir. Apologies."

"YN, get in," Namjoon ordered, glancing back at me.

I hesitated for a second, feeling the weight of the curious stares around us. Taking a deep breath, I stepped past the staff member and into the room. I kept my eyes down, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze as well as the prying eyes of the crew.

The makeup room was spacious but felt suffocatingly small once Namjoon and I were alone inside. The door clicked shut behind me, the sound sharp and final, sending my heart into overdrive.

"Send the makeup artist in ten minutes," Namjoon instructed the staff member outside. "Until then, I’ll freshen up and do the face preparation."

"Okay, sir," she replied before her footsteps faded down the hallway.

I turned my head slightly, only to see Namjoon lock the door. My breath hitched, the realization that we were now in an enclosed space together making my palms clammy.

The door clicked shut behind us, the sound echoing in the quiet room, amplifying the tension that had been simmering since we arrived.

The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the lights above us. Namjoon’s movements were slow and deliberate as he adjusted his coat, finally turning his gaze toward me. His eyes held an intensity that made my knees feel weak, a silent yet palpable force that seemed to pierce through every layer of composure I tried to maintain.

My heart thudded loudly against my ribs, the air in the room suddenly feeling too thick. I avoided looking at him, my eyes darting around the pristine makeup room, taking in the vanity mirrors with glowing lights and the array of products neatly arranged on the counter.

“Why are you standing there like a statue, YN?” His voice, calm yet commanding, snapped me out of my thoughts.

“I… I’m just… waiting,” I stammered, my voice embarrassingly weak.