It was the middle of the night when YN stirred awake, her throat parched and her mind hazy from a dream she could barely remember. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and glanced at the clock. 2:15 AM. The mansion was completely silent, save for the occasional creak of the old house settling. Deciding she needed some water, YN slipped out of bed and tiptoed downstairs, her footsteps light against the wooden floor.

As she reached the kitchen, she froze. There, in the dim glow of a single overhead light in the hall, she saw a figure. Her heart raced for a moment, but as she stepped closer, the familiar broad shoulders and the sharp jawline came into view. Namjoon.

But he wasn't just standing there. He was sharpening a knife, the blade scraping against the sharpening stone with a chilling, rhythmic sound. His face was expressionless, his movements methodical, as if this was something he did regularly.

YN, her curiosity getting the better of her, walked over, her bare feet making almost no noise on the cold floor. She cleared her throat. "Are you mad?" she asked, half-jokingly, but the question hung in the air.

Namjoon didn't look up, didn't flinch. His hand continued to move with the blade. "No," he replied, his voice low, devoid of emotion.

YN tilted her head, her brows furrowing. "So... sharpening a knife at 2 AM is one of your hobbies?" Her tone was light, playful, but there was a flicker of something in Namjoon's eyes, a warning.

Suddenly, in a movement so quick she barely registered it, Namjoon grabbed her by the wrist and knocked her to the ground, pinning her in place. His knee pressed into her side, and the cold edge of the knife hovered just inches from her throat. His dark eyes glared down at her, filled with ice-cold menace.

"You think this is a game, don't you?" His voice was low and deadly, a growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Do you know how easy it would be to end you right now? Hm?" The blade glinted in the dim light, casting a shadow over her face.

YN stared up at him, her heart pounding, but there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, she smirked, her voice steady. "Go ahead, then. What's stopping you?" Her tone was bold, her defiance evident. She wasn't scared of him, even as the knife hovered dangerously close to her skin.

Namjoon's grip tightened on the handle of the knife, his jaw clenched. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her face. "You're still alive because you're Anna's friend," he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "If it weren't for that, you'd be dead right now. Don't push your luck."

With that, he released her, standing up and slipping the knife back into its sheath as if nothing had happened. YN stayed on the floor for a moment, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she processed what had just happened. Namjoon cast one last glance at her, his face unreadable.

"Stay out of my way," he said coldly before walking off, his footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving her alone on the floor.

YN sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. "Seriously... what's his deal?" she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "Who sharpens knives at 2 AM anyway? Psycho." But even as she said it, there was that familiar flutter in her chest. Something about the danger he exuded drew her in, like a moth to a flame.

She sighed, standing up and dusting herself off before grabbing a glass of water. "The audacity of that man..." she mumbled as she made her way back upstairs. "He's lucky he's hot."

The next morning, YN woke up early, a newfound determination settling in her chest. After what had happened last night, she was determined to get under Namjoon's skin-just like he had gotten under hers. She quickly got dressed and headed down to the kitchen, deciding to make breakfast. If she couldn't win him over with charm, maybe food would do the trick.

As she scrambled eggs and fried bacon, she hummed softly to herself, her mind wandering to Namjoon. The image of him, cold and dangerous, sharpening that knife replayed in her mind, but it didn't scare her. In fact, she found herself more intrigued than ever.

A soft creak from the stairs made her turn, a hopeful smile spreading across her face. Namjoon, she thought, but her excitement quickly faded when she saw Anna strolling into the kitchen instead.

Anna raised an eyebrow, noticing YN's expression. "Oh, you look disappointed. Were you expecting someone else?" she teased, a smirk playing on her lips. "Maybe my brother?"

YN flushed, turning back to the stove. "No, I just... I thought maybe-"

"Please, YN. You were totally waiting for him. It's so obvious," Anna laughed, sitting at the kitchen island. "You know, I still can't believe you have a thing for him. He's... he's literally romantic less person"

YN sighed, flipping the eggs onto a plate. "Yeah, I know"

Anna chuckled, shaking her head. "You're hopeless."

As they chatted, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caught their attention. Both of them turned to see Namjoon walking into the kitchen, his usual cold, unreadable expression on his face. The air seemed to change the moment he entered the room, and both girls went quiet.

YN quickly grabbed the plates of food and served them, placing one in front of Namjoon. She bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement as she watched him sit down. Anna gave her a knowing look, clearly holding back a laugh.

As they started eating, Anna broke the silence. "Oppa, YN made breakfast today," she said casually, waiting for a response from her brother.

Namjoon barely glanced up from his plate, giving a low hum of acknowledgment before continuing to eat.

Both YN and Anna stared at him, dumbfounded. That was it? No thank you? No compliment? Not even a nod of appreciation?

YN's face fell slightly, and Anna leaned over, whispering in her ear. "Seriously, how can you like him?" she muttered under her breath. "I mean, he's an idiot."

YN sighed, her voice equally hushed. "I know he's an idiot, but what can I do? I'm already-"

Before she could finish, Namjoon's cold voice cut through the air. "You know I can hear you two, right?"

Both girls froze, wide-eyed, as they turned to look at Namjoon. His gaze was piercing, a mix of annoyance and amusement dancing in his eyes. YN and Anna quickly exchanged a glance before bursting into nervous giggles, unable to help themselves.

Anna stood up, grabbing YN by the arm. "Come on, let's clean up,” she said, pulling her friend into the kitchen as both of them tried to stifle their laughter.

From the dining table, Namjoon watched them go, shaking his head slightly. "Stupid girl," he muttered under his breath, finishing his meal before getting up to leave for work.

In the kitchen, YN leaned against the counter, still catching her breath from laughing. "That was embarrassing," she said, her cheeks still flushed.

Anna grinned. "He heard every word."

YN sighed dramatically. “Honestly, what's it going to take for him to crack a smile? I made breakfast and everything."

"You're not giving up, are you?" Anna asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Never," YN said with determination. "Kim Namjoon is going to fall for me. Just wait and see."

Anna laughed, shaking her head. "Good luck with that."

And with that, they continued their day, but YN's thoughts were still with Namjoon-his cold demeanor, his sharp words, and the way he made her heart race with every icy glare.

To be continued