Over the next few weeks, YN and Namjoon found themselves meeting almost every day. Their encounters became a routine, sometimes at the library, other times at a café, or even while shopping. They enjoyed each other's company, their conversations always returning to their shared views on lust and the absurdity of love.

Namjoon spotted YN in the library, her nose buried in a book. He approached her quietly and tapped her shoulder. "Hey, what are you reading?"

YN looked up and smiled. "Just a book on modern art. It has some interesting perspectives on the portrayal of human desires."

Namjoon pulled up a chair and sat next to her. "Sounds intriguing. You always have the most fascinating books."

YN chuckled. "I try. Keeps things interesting."

They spent the afternoon discussing the book, their conversation flowing naturally.

One evening, they met at their favorite café. As they settled into their usual booth, Namjoon couldn't help but notice how stunning YN looked.

"Did you do something different today?" he asked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

YN raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you look... amazing," Namjoon said, his eyes not leaving hers.

YN smirked. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

They laughed, continuing their conversation about art, life, and everything in between.

On another occasion, they ran into each other at a local shop. YN was browsing through some clothes when Namjoon approached her from behind.

"Shopping for something special?" he asked.

YN turned, surprised but pleased to see him. "Just looking for something new. What about you?"

Namjoon shrugged. "Needed a break from work. Thought I'd see what the latest trends are."

They walked through the store together, occasionally stopping to comment on various items.

"Do you think this would look good on me?" YN asked, holding up a dress.

Namjoon nodded. "Definitely. You have great taste."

YN laughed. "You're just saying that."

"No, really," Namjoon insisted. "You always look amazing, no matter what you wear."

YN felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks. "Well, thank you, Namjoon."

One afternoon, as they met again in the library, Namjoon couldn’t help but notice the way YN’s fingers gently traced the spine of a book.

"Do you ever get tired of this place?" he asked, leaning against the shelf.

YN shook her head. "Nope. It’s peaceful, and I love the smell of books and the smuts inside it..."

Namjoon grinned. "I have to admit, there's something alluring about it."

YN looked at him, her eyes sparkling. "And what would that be?"

"The company," Namjoon replied smoothly.

YN laughed. "Always the charmer, aren't you?"

Namjoon leaned in closer. "Only when I'm around you."

At the café, their conversations grew more personal. They shared stories about their pasts, their dreams, and their frustrations with societal expectations.

"You know, I used to believe in love," YN admitted one evening, stirring her coffee absently.

Namjoon looked at her, surprised. "Really? What changed?"

YN sighed. "People. They lie, they cheat, they hurt each other. It's all just a game to them."

Namjoon nodded. "I get that. I've seen it too many times. It's why I prefer being honest about what I want."

YN smiled. "And what do you want, Namjoon?"

Namjoon leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want a connection that's real. No pretense, no lies. Just raw, unfiltered desire."

YN's smile widened. "I couldn't agree more."

While shopping together, their playful banter often hinted at a deeper attraction.

"Do you think this shirt would look good on me?" Namjoon asked, holding up a black button-down.

YN tilted her head, pretending to consider. "It would look better on my bedroom floor."

Namjoon laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You never fail to surprise me."

YN grinned. "Well, I aim to please."

Back at the library, they found themselves alone in a secluded corner. Namjoon reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind YN's ear.

"You know," he said softly, "I've never met anyone like you."

YN's breath caught in her throat. "Is that a good thing?"

Namjoon nodded. "Very good."

YN's eyes darkened with desire. "Then maybe we should explore this connection further."

Namjoon leaned in, their faces inches apart. "I think we should."

Their attraction was undeniable, but it was clear that what they had was based on their mutual understanding of lust, not love. They reveled in each other's company, enjoying the thrill of their connection without the complications of emotions they didn't believe in.

Their bond grew stronger, their meetings more frequent. They became each other's confidants, sharing their deepest desires and secrets. It was a relationship built on honesty and mutual respect, something they both valued more than anything.

As time passed, Namjoon and YN found themselves looking forward to their daily encounters. They had become more than just acquaintances; they were partners in a world that didn't understand them. And while they didn't believe in love, they couldn't deny the unique bond they shared.

They were drawn to each other, not by the illusion of love, but by the raw, unfiltered connection that came from their shared beliefs and desires. It was a connection that neither of them had ever experienced before, and one that they both cherished deeply.

ONLY LUST  💋

( To be continued )