Chapter 9: When Longing Feels Like Love

The days after our confessions were an emotional whirlwind. Every time Namjoon and I talked, the air between us seemed to hum with unspoken words, a yearning we couldn’t fully act on. I’d never felt so alive yet so restrained, caught between the limits of reality and the limitless depth of our connection.

I sat at my desk tonight, staring at my phone, anticipation pooling in my chest. Namjoon had promised to call once I got home, and like clockwork, the app buzzed. His name lit up my screen, and a smile tugged at my lips before I even answered.

“Hey,” I said softly, as though any louder and the moment might shatter.

“Hey, YN,” his voice greeted me, warm and familiar. “How was your day?”

“Long,” I admitted. “All I could think about was hearing your voice again.”

“Funny,” he replied, a smile evident in his tone. “I spent the entire day waiting for this too.”

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The warmth in his voice wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing the chaos in my mind. For a moment, the world outside my room ceased to exist. It was just Namjoon and me, our words bridging the gap between us.

“Namjoon,” I began hesitantly, my fingers tracing invisible patterns on my desk. “Do you think we’re crazy for feeling this way? For wanting something that might never be real?”

He was silent for a moment, and I held my breath, waiting for his reply. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm but resolute. “It’s real to me, YN. Just because we’re not standing in the same room doesn’t mean what we have isn’t real. Do you feel it? This pull between us?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I do. It’s like you’re always here, even when you’re not.”

“That’s because you are my here,” he said quietly. “You’ve become my safe place, YN. And I’ll fight to keep that, no matter what.”

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His words tugged at something deep inside me, a longing that had been buried for so long I’d almost forgotten it was there. “You have no idea how much I wish I could see you, Namjoon. To know what it feels like to look into your eyes when you say these things.”

“I wish that too,” he admitted, his voice tinged with a longing that matched my own. “But for now, I’ll settle for hearing you. For knowing that, somewhere in the world, you’re thinking of me as much as I’m thinking of you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my heart aching with the intensity of it all. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we met? If there were no barriers between us?”

“Every day,” he said without hesitation. “I imagine it all the time. Meeting you, holding you, learning every little thing about you in person. But then I remember that what we have now… it’s still precious. It’s still ours.”

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His perspective gave me comfort, even as the ache of missing someone I’d never met grew stronger. “You always know the right thing to say,” I murmured.

“Not always,” he replied with a small laugh. “But when it comes to you, it feels easy. You make it easy.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, and for a while, we talked about everything and nothing. He told me about the books he’d been “reading” (or, more accurately, listening to me read aloud when I shared snippets), and I told him about a funny incident at work involving a coworker and an unfortunate coffee spill. The laughter we shared felt like sunlight breaking through clouds, warm and invigorating.

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But as the night deepened, so did our conversation.

“Can I ask you something, Namjoon?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Anything,” he replied.

“What scares you the most?”

The question hung in the air, and I could almost hear him thinking. “Losing this,” he finally said. “Losing you.”

His honesty left me breathless, but I didn’t hesitate before answering. “That scares me too. But what scares me even more is falling too hard, too fast… and realizing it’s not enough.”

“It’s enough for me,” he said firmly. “You’re enough for me, YN. Whatever this is, however messy or imperfect it might be, it’s enough.”

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Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, his words striking a chord I hadn’t realized was there. “You’re enough for me too,” I whispered.

For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence heavy with meaning. It was Namjoon who finally broke it.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

“Of course,” I said, my heart pounding.

“I’ve been dreaming about you,” he admitted. “Every night. And in my dreams, you’re so vivid, so real… it’s like I can feel you. Your touch, your warmth… everything.”

My breath hitched at his confession, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. “I’ve been dreaming about you too,” I admitted. “And sometimes, when I wake up, it hurts to realize it wasn’t real.”

“It will be someday,” he said with quiet conviction. “I promise.”

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The promise hung between us, fragile yet powerful, a lifeline to hold onto in the uncertainty of our situation. As we said goodnight, his voice lingered in my ears, a soothing balm to the ache in my chest.

And as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I realized something that both thrilled and terrified me—I was no longer just falling for him. I was already in love with him. And I didn’t know how to stop.

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