Chapter 7: Stirring Desires

The evening was quiet, the office nearly empty as Seokjin sat alone in the kitchen, a cold cup of coffee in his hands. The day had been long, filled with meetings, but his thoughts were far from the business deals and contracts he’d been managing. Instead, they kept circling back to YN her presence, her beauty, her strength.

He couldn’t shake the image of her from earlier in the day, her silhouette outlined by the soft office lighting, the way her blouse had clung to her figure, accentuating every perfect curve. Her confident stride, the way her hips swayed ever so slightly, and those eyes sharp, intelligent, and yet with a depth that drew him in, made his heart race.

She was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and yet so far out of reach.

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to push down the rising tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. But it was no use. The more he tried to suppress it, the stronger the feelings became.

He was falling for her hard. And it terrified him. How could he, Seokjin, the playful, joke-cracking Secretary, ever hope to be more than just a colleague to someone as incredible as YN? She was his boss, a woman who had built her empire with her own two hands, someone who could command a room with a single glance. What did he have to offer her? And yet, he wanted her. Desperately.

Lost in thought, Seokjin didn’t notice the sound of footsteps until YN appeared in the doorway, looking as stunning as ever. She had removed her blazer, leaving her in a sleeveless blouse that showcased the smooth curve of her shoulders and arms. Her hair, slightly tousled from a long day, framed her face, making her look both fierce and soft.

"Oh, Seokjin," YN’s voice broke through the silence, and he looked up, startled. "I didn’t realise you were still here."

He quickly composed himself, though his heart was racing. "Just finishing up a few things. You know how it is."

YN smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She walked over to the coffee machine, pouring herself a cup. "Yeah, I do. It’s been one of those days."

Seokjin watched her, his eyes tracing every movement. The way her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the cup to her lips, the subtle tension in her posture. She looked tired, yes, but still breathtakingly beautiful. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to offer her some kind of comfort. But he held back, unsure if that would be crossing a line.

"Are you okay?" Seokjin asked, his voice softer, more concerned.

YN sighed, setting down her cup and leaning against the counter. "I’m fine, just… tired. It’s hard to keep going at full speed all the time, you know?"

He nodded, understanding more than she realized. "You don’t have to do it all alone, YN. I’m here. If you need to talk, or… anything."

YN looked at him, really looked at him, and for a moment, Seokjin felt like she could see right through him. Her gaze softened, and she let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh.

"You’re always so kind, Seokjin," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He wanted to tell her how much he cared, how he needed her more than he’d ever needed anyone. But instead, he forced a smile. "Well, I aim to please, World Wide Handsome and all."

YN chuckled, the sound warming his heart, but it wasn’t enough to quench the burning need he felt for her. "You know, you’re always so confident, Seokjin. I envy that."

He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers. "Confidence is easy when I’m around you, YN."

There was a beat of silence, the air thick with unspoken words. YN’s breath hitched, and for a split second, Seokjin saw something in her eyes, something that mirrored his own longing.

"Seokjin…" she began, her voice trailing off as if she wasn’t sure what to say.

But Seokjin couldn’t hold back any longer. "YN," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "You have no idea how much I need you."

She blinked, taken aback, but she didn’t pull away. "What do you mean?"

He stood up, moving closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest. "I mean… I think about you all the time. Not just as my boss, but as… you. The woman who makes my heart race, who I can’t stop thinking about. The woman I want to be with, in every way."

YN’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. "Seokjin… I…"

He gently took her hand in his, his touch light, almost hesitant. "I know this might be too much, but I had to tell you. I can’t keep pretending that all I feel for you is admiration or respect. It’s more, so much more."

Her hand trembled slightly in his, and for a moment, Seokjin feared he had gone too far. But then, she squeezed his hand back, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him.

"Seokjin," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t know… I never imagined…"

"I’m sorry if this is too sudden," Seokjin said, his voice full of sincerity. "But I can’t help how I feel. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted."

YN stared at him, her eyes searching for him as if trying to find the right words. The tension between them was almost unbearable, the air heavy with the weight of their unspoken feelings.

Finally, she spoke, her voice soft and trembling. "Seokjin… I don’t know what to say. I’ve been so focused on work, on everything else, that I never really… considered…"

"I understand," he said quickly, not wanting to push her. "I just wanted you to know. I’m here for you, YN. Always."

For a long moment, they stood there, hands intertwined, the world outside the kitchen fading away. The connection between them was undeniable, a spark that had been lit and was now burning brightly, threatening to consume them both.

As YN looked up at him, Seokjin felt a surge of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for them. And if there was, he was willing to do whatever it took to make her see just how much she meant to him.

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