Beyond Boundaries • A KNJ Fanfiction

20.

The tension in the room was palpable, like the air had thickened with unspoken emotions and hidden truths.

His piercing gaze lingered on me even as I moved away, my legs feeling weak under the weight of everything we'd just discussed. His smile wasn't just a smile-it was layered with something deeper, something that sent shivers down my spine.

I reached my room, gripping the railing as I glanced back. He was still there, his eyes following me like a shadow, his presence dominating the room even in silence.

Why did I feel this way? Why did his touch ignite something within me that I couldn't explain? His thumb had barely grazed my skin, but it felt like fire coursing through my veins. This wasn't normal. This wasn't right.

And yet, as I stood in front of my room, I couldn't stop replaying his words in my mind. "Tell me, and see."

Could he really destroy my father? Would he? And why would he even care? His actions confused me, his intentions a mystery that pulled me in and kept me on edge.

I get into the room, closed the door behind me, leaning against it as I let out a shaky breath. My heart was pounding, and I didn't know if it was from anger, fear, or something far more dangerous.

Collapsing onto the bed, I stared at the ceiling. His words echoed in my head, his touch still lingering on my skin. For years, I had fought against the idea of needing someone-against the idea of someone caring enough to help me. But here he was, breaking down those walls with ease, making me question everything I thought I knew about myself and the world around me.

I curled into a ball, trying to shake off the emotions swirling inside me. But one thing was clear-I was stepping into dangerous territory, and there was no turning back now.

I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Everything around me felt surreal-like a twisted dream or perhaps a living nightmare.

I layed there, I don't know how long. I couldn't even close my eyes for once as my mind is full of thoughts. Full Of Him, Kim Namjoon.

I heard faint sounds of someone's presence at home. It must be the maids. I look up at the clock, It ticks slowly, indicating Evening 7 o'clock. The room was silent, I could only hear my breath sipping in the air. The stillness of the moment was shattered by the soft buzz of my phone. A text from Jungkook lit up the screen.

"Yn, if you're my dad's personal photographer, does that mean you're staying at our house?"

I sat up, holding my phone with a mix of hesitation and unease. Should I be honest? If he found out from someone else, he might be hurt.

"Yes, Jungkook. Why?"

The reply came almost instantly, as if he was waiting.

"Are you liking my home?"

I paused, unsure how to respond. I couldn't possibly mention the awkward encounters with his father. Instead, I typed:

"Yes. It's a lovely house. Just... it feels strange being here without you. I'm not used to visiting without you around."

His response made my heart skip a beat.

"Make yourself at home, Yn. Someday, you'll be part of the family 😉."

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning is simple. I like you, and I'll make sure you like me too."

I stared at the screen, my mind going blank. No, no, no. This can't happen. This isn't something I can afford to be tangled in. It felt like I was sinking in quicksand, no escape in sight.