Beyond Boundaries • A KNJ Fanfiction

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"Sir, shall I start the work" the make up artist spoke.

Namjoon nodded at the make-up artist's words, his posture relaxed as he sat in front of the vanity. The professional mask he wore was flawless, but his gaze betrayed a subtle intensity as it flicked to me through the mirror.

"Yn, start your work," he said, his deep voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

I swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "Yes, sure."

Placing my camera bag on the floor, I busied myself with setting up my equipment. My hands moved with purpose, yet I couldn’t shake the weight of his eyes lingering on me. Through the reflection, his presence felt heavier than ever, making it almost impossible to focus.

I raised the camera to my eye, framing the shot. The lighting in the room seemed designed to worship him, accentuating the sharpness of his jawline and the way his features seemed sculpted with precision.

"Should I capture video too, Mr. Kim?" I asked, my voice steady despite the way my heart raced.

"Sure," he replied. "The behind-the-scenes moments are just as important."

I switched to video mode, trying to maintain my professionalism despite the growing heat in my cheeks.

"Say something to the fans," I encouraged, hoping to distract myself.

He smiled slightly, the corner of his lips curving in a way that was almost dangerous.

"I love you guys. Stay with us, and I hope we see each other soon. For now, it’s make-up time, so enjoy the show."

I rolled my eyes at his self-assured tone, but even that didn’t stop the flutter in my chest.

"How are you feeling about the shoot?" I asked, forcing myself to stay engaged.

"I'm having a great time being a partner of this production company," he said smoothly. "And their products are excellent. See, I’m even using their bag over there. One for myself."

I panned the camera toward the branded bag, silently marveling at how effortlessly he sold the image of perfection.

After completing the shoot and captures I looked at him "Will you see the output?"

"Definitely" He gazed at me through the mirror as I nod

When I showed him the photos and videos, leaning in to give him a better view, his hand brushed mine briefly. The light contact sent an electric shiver down my spine.

"You have a good hand," he murmured, his tone unreadable.

I blinked, unsure if his words were a casual compliment or something more. "Hmmm... I know," I said, trying to sound unaffected.

He smirked. "I know too."

I frowned. "Huh? Did you say something?"

"No," he replied, his gaze returning to the screen.

The make-up artist finished her work and excused herself. Namjoon’s calm demeanor didn’t falter as he dismissed her with a polite nod before turning his attention back to me.

"Now turn your head, Yn. I’ll dress up."

I blinked, heat rising to my face. "I’ll go outside, then."

He tilted his head, smirking. "If anyone else was in your place, she’d rather watch me dress up than leave."

"Well, I’m not anyone else," I snapped, already stepping toward the door.