It had been a week since the wedding party, and Namjoon and YN's relationship had been sailing smoothly. However, one morning, Namjoon was caught off guard by an unexpected visitor

Namjoon opened the door to see Ricky standing with a suitcase, a bright smile on her face. "Surprise! I’m staying here for a while. I have some work to do in the city," she announced cheerfully.

Namjoon blinked in surprise. "Ricky, I didn't know you were coming. Why didn’t you call?"

Ricky shrugged nonchalantly. "I wanted to surprise you! Plus, I figured you’d have space for your dear cousin." She walked past him into the living room.

Namjoon hesitated but eventually nodded. "Yeah, sure. Make yourself at home."

As they settled in, Ricky's eyes landed on YN, who was sitting on the couch, reading a book. "And who is this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Namjoon exchanged a quick glance with YN. "This is YN. She's...a friend. We live together and, uh, work together."

Ricky’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. "Oh, really? What kind of work do you two do?"

YN quickly chimed in, "We're...writers. We collaborate on various projects." She smiled, trying to keep things vague.

Ricky nodded slowly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Writers, huh? Interesting."

The day went by uneventfully, with no usual spark of romance or lust between Namjoon and YN. Ricky seemed to be everywhere, constantly chatting with Namjoon and even flirting with him openly.

Ricky leaned in close to Namjoon at one point, her voice low and suggestive.
"You know, Joon, I remember when we were kids. You used to have the biggest crush on me." She laughed lightly, brushing her hand against his arm.

Namjoon chuckled awkwardly. "That was ages ago, Ricky."

She winked. "Still, I can't believe how much you've grown. So tall and handsome. Must be hard to keep the ladies away."

YN watched from a distance, her heart sinking with every flirtatious remark Ricky made. She felt a pang of jealousy she couldn’t ignore, especially seeing Ricky’s blatant attempts to get close to Namjoon.

Days passed, and Ricky's presence became increasingly unbearable for YN.

She couldn't stand the way Ricky acted around Namjoon, but she felt powerless to say anything. The tension reached a breaking point one evening when YN came home and heard giggles coming from the living room.

She walked in and froze. Ricky was on top of Namjoon on the couch, her face inches from his. They were about to kiss.

Fury and hurt surged through YN. Without thinking, she rushed forward and slapped Ricky , her voice trembling with anger.

"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted, her eyes blazing.

Ricky staggered back, shocked. "What’s your problem?" she spat. "We were just about to kiss. Why do you care? You’re just a friend, remember? There’s nothing between you and Namjoon. You don’t even have your own place. Such a slut, always hanging around."

Before YN could react, Ricky pushed her, causing her to stumble. Namjoon stood up, looking torn.

Namjoon : "YN, calm down," you can’t just slap Ricky like that."

YN’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you seriously defending her?" she asked, her voice breaking.

She grabbed his collar, pulling him close. "Who am I to you, Namjoon? What relationship do we have? Why don't I see you standing up for me? Are you with her too? Did you just use me?" Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, her voice choked with emotion.

Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He looked at YN with a pained expression, unable to find the right words. Ricky smirked, watching the scene unfold with satisfaction.

YN pushed Namjoon away, her heart shattering. "You know what, Namjoon? Forget it." She wiped her tears roughly, turning on her heel and storming out of the apartment.

Namjoon stood frozen, watching her leave. The sound of the door slamming echoed in the silent apartment. Ricky stood there, a sly smile on her face, but Namjoon didn’t notice. His mind was in turmoil, trying to process everything that had just happened. He felt a mix of guilt, confusion, and something else something deeper that he couldn’t quite grasp.

As Ricky moved closer to him, trying to take advantage of the situation, Namjoon stepped back, a cold look in his eyes. "Don’t," he said sharply, stopping her in her tracks.

Ricky frowned. "What’s your problem? She’s gone. We can have some fun now."

Namjoon shook his head, anger flashing in his eyes. "You have no idea what you just did and what fun...you just fall on me...out of blue....so shut up..." he said angrily.

He walked away from her, heading to his bedroom and slamming the door shut, leaving Ricky standing alone in the living room, her smug expression fading.

Inside his room, Namjoon sat on his bed, running his hands through his hair. He felt like a mess, not knowing what to do next. All he could think about was YN’s devastated face and the questions she had thrown at him. Questions he didn’t have answers to  Yet.

What is there Relationship....? Are they really a fuck buddies or what ??

( To be continued )