DEVIL OBSESSION |MIN YOONGI × READERS|

6

In the midst of our laughter and shared moments in the park, Jimin's phone rang. She answered, and as the conversation unfolded, she looked at me with an apologetic expression.

"Yn, I've got to go. Duty calls. Take care, okay?" Jimin said, her eyes reflecting a mix of responsibility and regret.

Understanding her commitments, I nodded, "No worries, Jimin. We'll catch up again soon. Stay safe."

As Jimin headed off, I decided to make my way home. Walking through the familiar streets, I heard a voice behind me. It was Mr. Min.

"Yn, why are you going home this late?" Mr. Min approached, and that's when I noticed his injured hand.

"Mr. Min, your hand is bleeding. You should treat this first," I insisted, concern furrowing my brows.

"It's nothing, just a small injury," he downplayed, but I was having none of it. Determined, I went to a nearby convenience store, fetched bandages, and took his hand in mine.

Mr. Min smiled at the gesture, a rare sight that caught me off guard. "You really didn't have to, Yn. I appreciate it."

"It's okay. Now, you should take care," I replied, finishing up the impromptu first aid.

As I prepared to leave, he surprised me by offering a ride. "I can drop you in my car. Come," he suggested.

Hesitating, I declined, "No thanks, Mr. Min. I'll be fine."

However, he took my hands and insisted, "You should come." Relenting, I found myself in the passenger seat, Mr. Min taking the wheel.

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The city lights flickered outside the car window as we drove in silence. The rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to underscore the tension within the confined space. I couldn't shake the image of Yn and Jimin in the park, their laughter lingering in my mind.

"Yn," I finally spoke, my voice cutting through the quiet. "I saw you with Jimin in the park. What were you doing there?"

She looked at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "We were just taking a walk, Mr. Min. Nothing more."

I nodded, my mind still processing the situation. The idea of Yn forming connections with Jimin outside the café stirred an unexpected discomfort within me. "Make sure you're cautious, Yn. The world can be deceptive."

She met my gaze, her expression a blend of gratitude and confusion. "I appreciate the concern, Mr. Min. But Jimin is a good person."

The car ride remained enveloped in silence, but this time, the quiet felt different. I found myself stealing glances at Yn, her presence beside me sparking an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Arriving at her destination, she thanked me, and as she exited the car, I couldn't help but murmur, "Take care, Yn."

As I watched her disappear into the night, a conflicting whirlwind of emotions lingered within me. The cityscape blurred into a backdrop of uncertainties as I drove back, contemplating the unforeseen complexities that had begun to intertwine our lives. Little did I know, this encounter would be a catalyst for more unforeseen developments, pulling me deeper into the enigmatic world that surrounded Yn.

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As I entered my room after Mr. Min dropped me home, my thoughts were consumed by the unexpected events of the day. The city lights outside my window flickered, casting a gentle glow in the room. I found myself replaying the moment when he offered me a ride, his smile etched in my memory.

Sitting on my bed, I couldn't help but smile at the image of Mr. Min's rare, warm expression. He looked cute and handsome, a side of him I hadn't seen before. The whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirled within me, making me question the nature of our connection.

However, a stern voice in my head interrupted the pleasant reverie. "Yn, why are you thinking about him? He's your boss," I scolded myself, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts. It felt like a forbidden territory, and I needed to remind myself of the professional boundaries.

As I changed into my nightwear, the smile on Mr. Min's face lingered in my mind, a persistent image that seemed to defy the logical compartmentalization of our roles. "Focus, Yn," I whispered to myself, as if trying to dispel the enchantment his presence had cast.

Climbing into bed, I decided to distract myself with a book, hoping the fictional world would provide a refuge from the real-life complexities that were unfolding. Yet, despite my efforts, the echoes of Mr. Min's warmth resonated, leaving me in a state of contemplation as I drifted into a restless sleep, wondering about the enigmatic layers that surrounded him.