Chapter 20: The Quiet Admiration

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city. Seokjin and YN had decided to take a quiet walk along the Han River after their emotional conversation earlier in the day. The cool evening breeze was a welcome respite, and the sounds of the city seemed distant, leaving them in a bubble of their own.

They walked side by side, their hands brushing occasionally, the silence between them comfortable and intimate. Seokjin couldn’t help but steal glances at YN, his heart swelling with a mixture of affection and desire. The way her hair caught the soft light, the way her smile had returned after the heavy conversation they all added to the allure that she held over him.

As they continued walking, YN’s hand slipped into his, her fingers intertwining with his. The simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through Seokjin, grounding him in the moment. He glanced at her, finding her eyes already on him, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“Feeling better?” she asked, her voice soft and caring.

Seokjin nodded, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. “Yeah, a lot better. Thanks to you.”

They paused near a secluded spot by the river, the sound of the water lapping against the shore creating a peaceful ambiance. Seokjin gently guided YN to sit down on a bench, and as she settled next to him, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, taking in every detail of her.

YN was dressed in a simple yet elegant blouse that hugged her curves perfectly, paired with a skirt that accentuated her hips. As she leaned back, her posture relaxed, Seokjin’s gaze was drawn to the way her blouse delicately framed her breasts, the fabric clinging to her in a way that made his pulse quicken. Her skin glowed in the evening light, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was almost hypnotic.

Seokjin felt a surge of admiration, mixed with an undeniable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. He had always found YN beautiful, but tonight, she seemed even more so radiant, confident, and utterly captivating.

“You’re staring,” YN teased, her voice laced with amusement as she caught him in the act.

Seokjin chuckled, unashamed. “Can you blame me? You’re… breathtaking.”

YN blushed at his words, the warmth of his gaze making her feel both shy and bold at the same time. “You flatter me too much, Seokjin.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” he replied, his tone sincere as he let his eyes roam over her once more. “Every time I look at you, I find something new to admire.”

YN shifted slightly, the movement drawing Seokjin’s attention to the curve of her hips, the way her skirt hugged her figure perfectly. His hand, almost on its own accord, moved to rest on her thigh, his thumb brushing lightly against the fabric. The touch was innocent, yet it sent a spark through both of them, the connection between them deepening in that quiet moment.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I love the way you carry yourself,” Seokjin murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. “You’re so confident, so poised… and you’re stunning, YN. Truly.”

YN felt her heart flutter at his words, the intensity of his gaze making her feel cherished and desired in a way she hadn’t expected. She shifted closer to him, her body brushing against his, and she saw the way his breath hitched, his eyes darkening with a mix of affection and want.

“And you,” YN began, her voice a little breathless as she met his gaze, “you make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Seokjin’s hand slid up her thigh, resting just below her hip, his touch gentle but possessive. “That’s because you are, YN. And I don’t think you realise just how much you affect me.”

YN’s breath caught at the intensity in his voice, her heart pounding as his hand moved to her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine, and she found herself leaning into him, drawn by the magnetic pull between them.

Seokjin’s eyes lingered on her breasts, the swell of them tempting him as they rose and fell with her shallow breaths. The fabric of her blouse stretched slightly, hinting at the soft curves beneath, and Seokjin felt a deep, primal urge to hold her, to feel her against him, to explore every inch of her.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” he whispered, his voice husky as his hand slid up her side, brushing lightly against the side of her breast. The touch was fleeting, almost accidental, but it was enough to make YN’s breath hitch, her body reacting to him with a heat that she couldn’t ignore.

“Seokjin…” YN’s voice was a soft plea, her hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and affection.

Seokjin’s hand moved to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers. “You’re perfect, YN. In every way.”

YN’s eyes fluttered shut as Seokjin closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender, lingering kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but as the seconds passed, the kiss deepened, their mutual desire igniting into something more.

Seokjin’s hand slid down her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest, the curve of her hips fitting perfectly against his body. The kiss became more urgent, more desperate, as they both gave in to the overwhelming need for each other.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they tried to steady their racing hearts.

“I want you, YN,” Seokjin confessed, his voice raw with emotion. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

YN looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and the longing there. Her hand slid up to his neck, her fingers grazing the edge of his jaw. “I want you too, Seokjin. More than you know.”

Their lips met again, this time with more passion, more urgency, as they let their emotions take over. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other, the rest of the night stretching out before them filled with the promise of more stolen moments, more whispered confessions, and a deepening connection that neither of them could deny.

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