Beyond Boundaries • A KNJ Fanfiction

21.

Namjoon POV 🎥

I walked into the living room, my steps deliberate, the weight of my presence filling the space like it was my kingdom.

The couch, plush and commanding, welcomed me as I sat, an emperor on his throne. My gaze instinctively sought her out—Yn. She stood near the edge of the room, nervous, her fingers fidgeting as if seeking an anchor. And yet, even in a simple cream pajama set, she looked radiant. How could she make something so mundane appear enchanting?

Her aura was magnetic, drawing me in like gravity, inescapable and consuming. I let my eyes drink her in slowly, savoring the way her unease added a delicate fragility to her otherwise fiery demeanor. She was intoxicating, a sweet poison that I couldn't resist.

I tilted my head slightly and gestured for her to sit. She hesitated, her movements careful, as though nearing a beast. Eventually, she complied, her frame sinking into the couch opposite me.

My gaze didn’t waver, following every slight shift, every flutter of her lashes. I knew the effect I had on her—it was evident in her every stolen glance, in the way her hands trembled against the fabric of her pants. But I wanted more. I wanted her to say it, to admit it aloud.

Control was slipping through my fingers like sand, but I held on. Barely. I could imagine her, feel her, taste her in my mind, but reality demanded restraint. She was too precious to be claimed without her will.

"So," her voice broke through my thoughts, soft and hesitant, "what talk do you wanna do?"

I bit my lip gently, hiding the smirk that threatened to surface. She always had this way of grounding me while simultaneously pulling me into her orbit.

"What talk do you prefer?" I countered, my tone light yet teasing.

"Something decent," she said, her voice steadier now, though her gaze remained fixed on the space between us.

"Me too," I replied with a small chuckle. "I also prefer decent talks." It was a lie, of course.

My thoughts were anything but decent. There was so much I wanted to say, to confess, but a barrier—a fear, perhaps—kept the words lodged deep within me.

Her posture stiffened slightly as I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees. "So, you and Jungkook... you’ve been friends since college, and he likes you. You know that, right?"

"Yes, I know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I’ve always made it clear to him that I’m not interested in being more than friends."

Relief coursed through me, though I kept my expression neutral. I had worried—always worried—that one day she might succumb to Jungkook’s charm. If that day came, I would have no choice but to step aside, no matter how much it killed me.

"My son is handsome, rich... What’s the problem?" I asked, my tone casual, though my eyes studied her intently.

Her fingers twisted in her lap, betraying her nerves. "It’s not about being handsome or rich," she said quietly.

"Ah," I mused aloud, leaning back against the couch. "Daddy issues, then?"

Her cheeks flushed instantly, a deep crimson spreading across her face. The sight made my chest tighten, an unfamiliar warmth blooming there. God, she was beautiful like this—vulnerable yet defiant.

"I’m sorry," I said after a beat, my voice softer now. "That was inappropriate."

"Mr. Kim," she began, her gaze finally meeting mine, a flicker of determination in her eyes. "I don’t know how to say this, but... I think we should stop this."