Beyond Boundaries • A KNJ Fanfiction

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He softly held my waist and pulled me closer, his hand warm against my skin. The sudden proximity took my breath away, leaving me gasping for air as my heart raced in my chest.

His touch was gentle, yet there was an undeniable strength in it, as if he was silently claiming me, and the air between us thickened with a heavy tension.

I couldn't move, couldn't find the words. His face was so close now, his eyes dark with an emotion I couldn't quite name. The space between us was almost nonexistent, and yet, it felt like the entire world was stretching out before us, holding its breath.

"Yn..." His voice was barely a whisper, his lips so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin.

"I don't want to hide this anymore. I can't."

I felt myself stiffen, my body reacting against the pull of his closeness, torn between wanting to step back and wanting to lean into him. The conflict was so strong, it nearly consumed me, leaving me dizzy with uncertainty.

"I don't know what this is," I finally managed, my voice shaking. "What do you mean by 'terrible'?"

His eyes softened, as though he were struggling with the weight of his feelings, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he lowered his voice even further, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. "What I feel for you... it shouldn't be this way. But it is."

My mind raced, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words, the implications they carried.

What was he trying to tell me? What was this thing between us? It was something far more intense than anything I had expected, and far more dangerous.

"Namjoon..." I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked into his eyes.

They were intense, burning with an emotion I couldn't quite understand. He stared at me like he was looking straight into my soul, and the weight of his gaze was overwhelming.

"Be mine," he said softly, his words lingering in the air like a spell.

"What?" My voice faltered, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You heard me," he replied, his tone steady but filled with something deeper, something dangerous. He leaned in, gently tracing my cheek with his fingers, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Didn't you?"

I tried to pull away, but my body refused to listen. I couldn't break free from his hold, from the pull he had over me. "Y...you are too older than me..."

"And?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a slight smile that sent a wave of heat through me.

"I..." I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "And you... you're my bestfriend's father... this is wrong."

His gaze softened for a moment, but his hand didn't move away from my cheek. "Is it wrong to want you, Yn? To want you in a way that I can't control? What if... what if I don't care about the rules anymore?"

I shook my head, my heart in turmoil. Everything about this felt so forbidden, so wrong. But in the same breath, his words sparked something deep within me, something I was too afraid to admit, something that terrified me.

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "It's wrong."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "Tell me that you don't feel it, Yn. Tell me you don't feel the same pull, the same desire. And I'll step back. But I know you won't."

My heart raced, my body frozen between fear and longing, between what I knew was right and what my heart was telling me. What was happening? Why did it feel like everything I thought I knew was slipping away?