I had been in the hospital for days, my body recovering from the ordeal I had endured. I was still weak, still in pain, but I was alive. And for that, I was grateful.
Namjoon came to visit me, a lunch box in his hand. "Eat," he said, his voice gruff. "You need your strength."
I opened the lunch box, and inside, I found a beautifully prepared meal. There was a small bowl of steaming hot soup, a plate of tender chicken and vegetables, and a side of fluffy rice. My stomach growled with hunger, and I dug in, savoring the flavors.
As I ate, I couldn't help but smile. It was a small, cute smile, and Namjoon's expression didn't change, but I sensed a flicker of something in his eyes.
"You're welcome," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You need to eat, to get your strength back. And don't think for a moment that this is a gesture of kindness. It's just practicality."
"Thank you," I said, my voice soft.
I continued eating, aware of Namjoon's gaze on me. He seemed to be studying me, watching my every move.
Namjoon's POV
I watched her eat, her small smile playing on her lips. She looked... different when she smiled. Softer, more vulnerable. It was like she was showing me a side of herself that she didn't usually reveal. I felt a pang in my chest, a sense of curiosity that I couldn't ignore. What was it about her that drew me in? What secrets was she hiding behind those enigmatic eyes? I pushed the thoughts aside, my expression remaining cold and hard. I wasn't here to get attached, to feel something for her. I was here to keep her alive, to use her for my own purposes. And yet, as I watched her savor each bite, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. And I was determined to find out what that was.
As she finished her meal, I nodded, then turned to the guards standing in the room. "Leave us," I said, my voice firm. The guards nodded and filed out of the room, leaving us alone.
I turned back to her, my eyes locked on hers. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Then, without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. It was a soft kiss, gentle. She didn't pull away, didn't resist. Instead, she kissed me back, her lips soft and yielding. I pulled away suddenly, my heart racing. What was I doing? I wasn't here to fall for her.
I turned and left the room, my mind reeling. What had just happened? I didn't do things like that. I didn't feel things like that.
Y/n's POV
I sat there, stunned, as Namjoon left the room. Why hadn't I stopped him from kissing me? Why had I kissed him back? I didn't even like him, not really. He was my captor, my tormentor. And yet, in that moment, something had shifted. Something had changed. I didn't understand it, but I knew I couldn't deny it. And that realization scared me more than anything else.
Namjoon's POV (continued)
I walked out into the hallway, trying to clear my head. What was I thinking, kissing her like that? I wasn't here to fall for her. I was here to use her, to manipulate her. But as I thought about it, I realized that I didn't even know why I had kissed her. It wasn't part of the plan. It wasn't something I had intended to do. And yet, as I thought about her lips, soft and yielding, I couldn't shake the feeling that I wanted to do it again. I wanted to feel that connection, that spark. And that realization made me question everything. Who was I, really? What was I doing here? And what did I want from her?
I stopped in front of a window, staring out at the city below. The lights and sounds of the bustling metropolis were a stark contrast to the quiet, sterile hospital room I had just left. And yet, as I stood there, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was trapped in my own way, trapped by my own desires and fears. And that's when it hit me. I couldn't fall for her. I couldn't love her. No, I can't fall for a human.