Chapter 22 : Am I Falling For Her?

As we enter the mansion, the siblings gather around, concern etched on their faces. Jungkook and Jin rush to support Namjoon, while Nam-ju calls for the family doctor to tend to his wounds. After a thorough examination and treatment, Taehyung helps Namjoon to the dining room, but he barely touches his food.

I decide to take him to his room, hoping he'll find some rest. As we enter his bedroom, he collapses onto the bed, exhausted. I try to leave, thinking he's finally asleep, but as I turn to exit, I realize he's holding my hand. I try to gently pull away, but his grip tightens, refusing to let go.

I'm taken aback, unsure of what to do. Namjoon pulls me back into bed, his gaze fixed on some point beyond me. "Stay with me," he whispers, his voice barely audible. He cuddles into me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His warmth and scent envelop me, making my heart race.

I'm trapped in his embrace, unsure of how to react. His hold is gentle yet unyielding, as if he's afraid to let me go. I try to calm my racing thoughts, telling myself he's just vulnerable from the fight. But as I feel his warm breath on my skin, I can't shake off the feeling that there's something more to this moment.

As we lie there, I notice the soft rise and fall of his chest, the gentle rhythm of his breathing. It's soothing, and I find myself relaxing into his hold. The tension in my body begins to ease, replaced by a sense of comfort and security.

Meanwhile, at Cha Eun-woo's mansion :

His anger and resentment simmer like a cauldron. He's recovered enough to pace his room, his fury directed at Namjoon. "You think you've won, Namjoon?" he seethes, his voice venomous. "I'll make you pay for this humiliation! You'll regret the day you crossed me!" His words are laced with malice, his eyes blazing with a vengeful fire.

But for now, in this quiet moment, all I can focus on is the gentle hold of Namjoon's hand, the soft whisper of his breath, and the comforting warmth of his embrace.

Namjoon's POV :

The next morning, I wake up first, feeling a sense of clarity that's unfamiliar. As I lie there, I find myself gazing at her peaceful face, her features soft and serene in the morning light. Without thinking, I reach out and touch her cheek with my own, feeling a strange sense of comfort and connection. It's as if I'm drawn to her, and I can't help but wonder why.

But as soon as I realize what I'm doing, I pull back, my mind racing with doubts. "What am I doing?" I think to myself. "I'm Namjoon, the one who's always in control. I don't get swept up in emotions like this. This can't be good for me."

Feeling uneasy, I quickly get out of bed, trying to shake off the strange sensations stirring inside me. I leave her sleeping, not wanting to disturb her, and make my way out of the room, trying to clear my head and regain my composure.

As I walk away, I can't help but wonder what's happening to me. Am I really falling for her? And if so, what does that mean for my future, my family, and my reputation? The questions swirl in my head, leaving me with a sense of uncertainty and confusion.

As I walk away, I can't help but wonder what's happening to me. Am I really falling for her? And if so, what does that mean for my future, my family, and my reputation? The questions swirl in my head, leaving me with a sense of uncertainty and confusion.

I try to shake off the feelings, telling myself it's just a momentary lapse of judgment. But the more I try to push it away, the more it lingers in the back of my mind. I can't deny the way I feel when I'm around her - the sense of calm, the feeling of being understood, the desire to protect and care for her.

I make my way to the garden, hoping the fresh air and sunlight will clear my head. But as I walk among the blooming flowers and towering trees, I can't help but think of her. I see her smile in the petals of the roses, her laughter in the chirping of the birds, and her eyes in the sparkling dew on the grass.