YN wandered through the art exhibition, her eyes drawn to a particular painting that seemed to captivate her. It depicted a couple entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies conveying a raw, unfiltered lust. The artist had masterfully captured the intensity of their desire, and YN couldn't help but feel drawn to it.

She stood there, admiring the painting, and whispered to herself, "What a beauty. This painting captures the essence of lust perfectly."

Unbeknownst to her, Namjoon was standing nearby, also captivated by the same painting. He overheard her comment and couldn't resist joining the conversation.

"You think so too?" Namjoon asked, stepping closer. "What is it about this painting that speaks to you?"

YN turned to face him, slightly surprised but intrigued by the handsome stranger. "It's the raw emotion," she replied. "It's like the artist understands that the world is full of lust. Love, in comparison, is just a waste. People pretend to be in love, but it's all just a facade for their desires."

Namjoon's eyes lit up with interest. "I couldn't agree more. Love is overrated and often used as a mask for what people truly want lust. It's refreshing to meet someone who sees it the same way."

YN smiled, feeling a connection with Namjoon. "Most people are too afraid to admit it. They hide behind the idea of love to make their desires seem more acceptable."

Namjoon nodded. "Exactly. Lust is natural, honest. Love complicates things unnecessarily."

They stood in silence for a moment, both appreciating the painting and the conversation they were having.

Namjoon broke the silence, his curiosity piqued. "Would you like to continue this conversation over coffee? I'd love to hear more of your thoughts."

YN hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Sure, why not. It's rare to find someone who shares my views."

At a nearby cafe, they settled into a corner booth, their conversation flowing effortlessly.

"So, tell me more about why you think love is a waste," Namjoon prompted, taking a sip of his coffee.

YN shrugged. "People use love to justify their actions, but in reality, it's just a way to mask their true intentions. They claim to be in love, but what they really want is physical satisfaction."

Namjoon grinned. "I couldn't agree more. I've seen too many relationships fall apart because the so-called 'Love' was nothing more than lust. People don't want to admit it, but deep down, they crave the raw, unfiltered connection that comes from lust."

YN nodded. "Exactly. And there's nothing wrong with that. It's honest and straightforward."

Namjoon leaned in slightly, his eyes locked onto hers. "You know, it's rare to meet someone who understands this. Most people are too afraid to face the truth."

YN smirked. "Well, I guess we're both a bit unconventional in that way."

They continued their conversation, discussing their views on relationships, society's expectations, and the nature of desire. The more they talked, the more they realized how similar their perspectives were.

After a while, Namjoon leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "I have to say, this has been one of the most interesting conversations I've had in a long time."

YN nodded in agreement. "Same here. It's nice to meet someone who sees things the way I do."

Namjoon looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, we should do this again sometime. Maybe explore more of these ideas together."

YN smiled. "I'd like that. It's been refreshing to talk openly about something so real."

As they finished their coffees and prepared to leave, Namjoon felt a strange sense of anticipation. Meeting YN had sparked something in him, a connection that was both unexpected and intriguing.

"Until next time," he said, extending his hand.

"Until next time," YN echoed, shaking his hand with a smile.

As they parted ways, both felt a sense of excitement about what the future might hold. They had found a kindred spirit in each other, and while they didn't believe in love, they couldn't deny the spark that had ignited between them.

( To be Continued )