It was a quiet afternoon, and Namjoon sat in the dimly lit library of the mansion, his back leaning against the tall leather chair as he thumbed through a thick novel. The scent of old paper filled the room, calming him as the words on the page took him far away from his chaotic world.

But his peace was short-lived.

YN pushed open the heavy library doors and stepped inside. Her eyes quickly found him, sitting in his usual spot, engrossed in his book. She smirked, striding over to him, her presence loud even without making a sound.

"Wow, who would've thought the big bad mafia boss actually reads?" YN teased, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but Namjoon didn't even bother looking up. His fingers turned the page of the book slowly, his face showing no sign of being affected by her words.

"What do you want?" Namjoon asked flatly, his voice low and disinterested.

YN wasn't deterred by his cold demeanor. She took a few

steps closer, placing her hands on the back of the chair

across from him and leaning forward.

"Just curious...you know, you spend all this time with your nose in books. Doesn't seem very...exciting for someone like you. Where's the thrill in that?"

Namjoon's eyes flicked up briefly before returning to his book. "I don't need excitement from you. Go bother someone else."

YN chuckled, moving around the chair and sitting in it with a flourish. She draped her legs over the armrest, making herself comfortable. "Oh, come on. Don't be so cold. You're going to get wrinkles. Ever heard of fun?"

He sighed, finally lowering his book and fixing her with his intense gaze. "I've heard of fun, and you're not it."

Her grin widened. "Is that so? Maybe you just haven't given me a fair shot. I'm a lot more fun than you think."

Namjoon shook his head slightly, closing the book with a soft thud. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes narrowing at her. "You think flirting with me is fun? I find it annoying."

YN pouted dramatically. "Annoying? That's harsh. I was just trying to brighten your day. You should be thankful I even talk to you, considering how... emotionless you are."

Namjoon's jaw clenched slightly. He was used to people fearing him, respecting the walls he built around himself. But YN? She didn't know when to quit, constantly pushing his buttons.

"I don't need your help or your attention," he replied, his voice sharp.

YN smirked, sensing she was getting to him. "Maybe you don't need it, but that doesn't mean you don't want it." She leaned forward, batting her lashes at him playfully. "Come on, admit it. You enjoy our little... interactions."

He stood up abruptly, his patience wearing thin. "I have better things to do than waste my time with you," he muttered, starting to walk toward the door.

But before he could leave, YN's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Oh, wait. You don't have any interest in girls, do you?" she asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "So, you're a..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Namjoon whirled around, his eyes blazing with frustration. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, grabbing her chin roughly and tilting her face up so that their eyes locked.

"I can better fuck that little attitude out of you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "So it's better if you stay away from me. It's not that I don't like girls..." His gaze darkened, his grip on her chin tightening. "I just hate you. And don't you dare come into my room again without my permission. It's a rule.”

YN blinked, her heart racing, but her boldness didn't falter. She lifted a hand and gently touched his face, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "Rules? You know, they're meant to be broken, Namjoon."

Namjoon's eyes narrowed, and he let go of her chin, turning to leave. As he stepped away, YN grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Wait," she said, her voice softer now. "How about giving me what I came here for?"

Namjoon glanced back at her, his expression hard. "What?"

YN grinned, tilting her head. "A kiss,” she said teasingly. She leaned in, her lips inches from his, but before she could close the gap, Namjoon grabbed a book off the table and placed it between them, creating a barrier.

"You'll get nothing from me," he said coldly, standing up and walking toward the door. Just before leaving, he turned back and added, "Find someone else to play your childish games with. I'm not interested."

With that, he disappeared down the hallway, leaving YN sitting alone in the library, blinking in surprise.

Just as she was about to process what had just happened, Anna walked into the room. She looked around, noticing Namjoon was gone and Y/N was sitting there, flushed and looking dazed.

"Did something happen? Did you two..." Anna trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

YN, still slightly out of breath, shook her head. "Not yet, but... soon."

Anna narrowed her eyes, noticing the color in YN's cheeks. "Why are you blushing so hard?"

YN leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes with a grin. "I feel like I'm getting hit with an electric current."

Anna's playful expression turned serious as she stepped closer. "Wait, are you okay? Should I check you-"

YN cut her off, giggling. "No, no, don't worry. The main supplier of the electricity is your brother. The moment he touches me, my whole body becomes a conductor."

Anna rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a groan as YN lay back on the couch dramatically. "You've got it bad, don't you?"

YN sighed dreamily. "You have no idea."

Later that evening, Namjoon returned home, his mind occupied with the day's business. He walked into the living room and saw Anna sleeping on the couch, but YN was nowhere in sight. For a moment, he thought maybe she had finally left him alone, but something didn't feel right.

His instincts led him to his room, and when he pushed the door open, he found YN standing near one of the bookshelves, peeking into one of the secret compartments of the mansion. She was completely unaware of his presence, too absorbed in her snooping.

Silently, Namjoon reached for his gun, pulling it out and pointing it directly at her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded coldly.

YN turned around slowly, her eyes widening for a moment before she smirked. "How about you drop the gun and we settle this like gentlemen?"

Namjoon's eyes darkened. "How about no?"

YN took a step forward, her gaze never leaving his. "You scared, baby?" she taunted, her voice dripping with playful defiance.

Namjoon pressed the gun harder against her forehead, his jaw tightening. "Does it hurt? Maybe I should pull the trigger."

YN's smirk only grew. "It hurts, yes. So drop the gun, Namjoon."

He sneered, stepping closer. "Don't you dare call me by my name."

"Then what should I call you?" YN asked innocently, her voice a teasing whisper. "How about... mine?"

Namjoon's grip on the gun tightened as he glared at her. "Your cheap lines won't work on me."

YN's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Cheap lines? You say that, but I can see how tense you are, Namjoon. You're practically vibrating."

Before he could respond, a voice called out from down the hall. "Oppa!"

It was Anna. Namjoon's expression hardened, and he lowered the gun, stepping back from YN. "Once again, your friend saves you."

As he walked away, YN called after him, a sly grin on her face. "You smell too hot, Namjoon!"

Namjoon didn't respond, but YN knew she had gotten under his skin once again. Smirking to herself, she leaned back against the bookshelf, already planning her next move.

To be continued
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