Chapter 10: Bound by Desire

Despite the growing intensity of their physical relationship, Namjoon’s personal life remained a mystery to YN. They had spent countless nights together, their bodies intertwined in passion, but when the glow of their encounters faded and they returned to their professional roles, Namjoon maintained his distance. He was an enigma charming, controlled, and impossible to read.

Sitting at her desk in the office, YN glanced at the door to Namjoon’s private office, where he had been all morning. The previous night had been electric. She could still feel the phantom touch of his hands on her skin, his lips against hers, the way he had whispered her name when they were alone in his office, hidden from the world. But now, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Namjoon was in work mode, and so was she.

Her phone buzzed with a message.

“Lunch meeting with the CEO at 1. Be ready.” 
It was from Namjoon.

She smiled slightly, biting her lip. He was always so formal during work hours, never giving a hint that their relationship went beyond professionalism. Even in moments when they were alone at the office during the day, he remained guarded.

As the time neared 1 PM, YN gathered her things and knocked on Namjoon’s door. His deep voice echoed through the room.

"Come in."

She stepped into the office, finding him seated behind his desk, focused on a set of documents. His eyes flicked up to meet hers briefly before returning to the papers in front of him.

“Ready?” he asked, his tone as professional as ever.

"Yes, sir," she replied, playing along with the charade. But there was something in the way he glanced at her, a brief flicker of the passion they shared when no one else was around.

As they left the office together and walked toward the elevator, YN couldn’t help but steal a glance at Namjoon. He was always impeccably dressed, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders and muscular frame. She had lost count of how many times she had fantasised about what lay beneath that suit and how many times she had explored him in reality.

When the elevator doors closed, they were finally alone. The tension between them was palpable, though neither said a word. The silence was thick with unspoken desire. YN felt the air shift as Namjoon turned slightly to face her, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her form.

“You look beautiful today,” he said quietly, his voice low and husky. It was a stark contrast to his usual cool demeanour.

YN felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. “Thank you,” she murmured, trying to maintain her composure. But the intensity in his gaze made her pulse quicken.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, pulling them back into the professional world. As they made their way to the restaurant, YN couldn’t shake the feeling that Namjoon was keeping something from her. She knew so little about him, aside from their physical connection. He was a man of few words when it came to his personal life.

Even during their most intimate moments, when they were stripped bare of everything but desire, Namjoon would always pull back just as YN thought she might glimpse a deeper part of him.

At the restaurant, they met with the CEO of a major company, discussing business deals and future collaborations. Namjoon was as composed and confident as ever, commanding the conversation with ease. YN admired him for that his ability to control every situation. But it was that very control that frustrated her. He never let her in. Not really.

After the meeting, they returned to the office, the tension between them growing once again. YN could feel his eyes on her as they walked through the halls, his gaze lingering a little too long on the curve of her hips, the sway of her body. Her breath quickened, the memory of their last night together rushing back in vivid detail.

When they arrived back at the office, Namjoon paused outside his door.

“Come in for a moment,” he said, his voice low, though his tone gave no indication of the storm that was brewing beneath the surface.

Once inside, he closed the door behind her, locking it with a soft click. The office was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning. Namjoon crossed the room, standing in front of her, his tall frame towering over her smaller one.

“Namjoon…” YN began, her voice soft, but he cut her off with a heated kiss. His lips crashed against hers with a hunger that took her breath away. She gasped, her hands instinctively grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer. His body was warm and solid against hers, his hands already roaming over her waist, tugging her closer to him.

“I can’t keep pretending that I don’t need you,” Namjoon growled between kisses, his voice thick with desire. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he pressed her against the wall.

YN moaned softly, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him even closer. “Then don’t pretend,” she whispered breathlessly.

Namjoon pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes filled with lust and something deeper, something unspoken. “You’re all I think about,” he admitted, his voice rough. “But this… what we’re doing… it’s dangerous.”

YN swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had known from the beginning that their relationship was risky, but hearing him say it out loud made it all the more real. “I know,” she replied quietly. “But I don’t care. I want this. I want you.”

He stared at her for a moment, his gaze intense, as if he was trying to memorise every detail of her face. Then, without another word, he kissed her again, slower this time, but just as passionate. His hands slid up her body, slipping under her blouse, his touch sending shivers through her.

But just as things started to heat up, Namjoon pulled back, his breathing heavy. “We need to be careful,” he said, his voice low and strained. “We can’t keep doing this in the office.”

YN nodded, her heart still racing. “Then where?”

Namjoon smirked, his hands still resting on her hips. “I’ll take you somewhere more… private. Somewhere we don’t have to hide.”

The promise in his words sent a thrill through YN’s body, the anticipation of their next encounter already building. But as Namjoon stepped back, straightening his tie and fixing his shirt, YN couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still holding something back.

“Namjoon,” she said softly, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. “Why don’t you ever talk about yourself? About your life outside of… this.”

Namjoon froze for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he looked at her, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite place. “Some things are better left unsaid,” he replied cryptically before turning away.

YN watched him, her heart sinking slightly. No matter how close they got, there would always be a part of Namjoon she couldn’t reach.

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