DEVIL OBSESSION |MIN YOONGI × READERS|

7

It was a weekend, and I found myself on the living room couch, discussing business matters with my father. As the conversation concluded, I prepared to leave home. Namjoon approached me, breaking the calm atmosphere with a request.

"Hyung, can you drop me at the library? My car's in service," he asked. Agreeing without much thought, we headed towards my car and soon reached the library.

Announcing my departure as we arrived, I noticed Yn approaching, her smile brightening the scene. She greeted both Namjoon and me. Curious about her presence, I asked, "What brings you to the library, Yn?"

Namjoon quickly explained, "Hyung, she's my student and is helping me with some project work.

Confirming this, Yn nodded,
As Namjoon continued, he turned to Yn and asked, "How do you and Mr. Min know each other?"

Yn replied with ease, "I was working part-time in Mr. Min's cafe." The revelation seemed to surprise Namjoon,

her eyes reflecting warmth. Turning to me, she inquired, "how you both know each other ?"

Casually, I replied, "Namjoon is my best friend and my sister's husband." Yn's surprise was evident, and I pondered the complexities of the relationships weaving through our lives.

While talking Namjoon nudged me, reminding me of my initial plans to visit friends, I hesitated for a moment. "You know, I thought I'd spend some time reading books today," I responded, trying to sound casual.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, "Reading books? Hyung, you've never been into that."

I chuckled, "Well, people change, Namjoon. I might have discovered a newfound interest."

We entered the library , and I noticed Yn engrossed in a conversation with Namjoon about their work. I found an unoccupied corner, pretending to delve into a book while discreetly capturing moments of Yn's focus and passion.

Namjoon, seemingly curious, approached me. "Hyung, are you really into reading, or is there another reason you're here?"

Smirking, I admitted, "Alright, you got me. I might be more interested in observing someone's rather than reading."

He grinned knowingly, "Is this about Yn?"

I nodded, acknowledging the unspoken truth. As the day unfolded, I continued to capture glimpses of Yn, each photo reflecting the genuine joy she found in her work. Little did I realize that these stolen moments would become cherished memories, etched in the fabric of a story that was still unfolding

Yn pov

As Mr. Kim and I finished our work, I couldn't help but notice Mr. Min dozing off in a surprisingly endearing manner, his peaceful expression captivating my attention.

Mr. Kim chuckled, "Looks like someone had a productive nap."

Waking him up gently, Mr. Kim teased, "You were in dreamland, Hyung. Anything interesting?"

Mr. Min, still half-asleep, mumbled something amusing, making us both chuckle. "Coffee sounds good right about now," Mr. Kim suggested, steering the conversation towards a nearby café.

As we made our way to the café, the anticipation of a relaxing coffee break hung in the air. The cozy ambiance of the place invited us to unwind, and we settled into a comfortable corner

As we enjoyed our coffee in the cozy cafe, a server approached our table with a tray of steaming cups. However, in an unfortunate accident, a sudden jostle caused the server to spill the coffee, and a few drops landed on my dress.

Mr. Min, sitting beside me, immediately furrowed his brows and, in an uncharacteristically stern tone, shouted at the server. The poor server apologized
tried to take a handkerchief to clean the coffee stains from my dress. However, Mr. Min swiftly intervened, stopping the server's hand and taking the handkerchief himself.

His focused attention and the surprisingly gentle touch as he carefully blotted away the coffee stains left me both surprised and touched.  Feeling a bit flustered, I excused myself, mentioning that I would head to the restroom . As I returned, Mr. Kim, trying to lighten the atmosphere, made a joke about the situation.

"Time to thank your lucky stars, Yn. What if it had been hot coffee instead of cold?" Mr. Kim teased, laughing. Mr. Min shot him a serious look, and Mr. Kim instantly hushed, realizing that humor might not be the best approach.

I reassured them that it was fine and, deciding to leave on a light note, mentioned that I needed to go grocery shopping. As I bid them goodbye and left the cafe, I couldn't help but smile at the unexpected turn of events, grateful for the genuine concern and care Mr. Min had shown, even in a small accident.

Yoongi POV

As Yn gracefully bid us farewell and left the café, her absence left a palpable void. The lingering warmth of her presence seemed to dissipate, and I found myself momentarily engulfed in a sea of conflicting emotions. The atmosphere was different without her, a stark contrast to the lively moments we shared.

Turning to Namjoon, I felt the weight of the day settling in. "Namjoon, take my car and head out. I have some pressing matters to attend to. I'll manage on my own."

Namjoon, ever the understanding friend, nodded in agreement. "Sure, Hyung. Take care, and let me know if you need anything. I'll catch up with you later."

As Namjoon departed with my car keys, I couldn't shake off the whirlwind of emotions that Yn's departure had stirred within me. It wasn't just the routine business matters; there was something more, an unspoken complexity lingering in the air.

Meanwhile, in the quiet aftermath of Yn's exit, my thoughts shifted, and a decisive resolve took over. I summoned my guards, the guardians of my realm, and discreetly prepared my playroom—a place reserved for consequences.

Approaching the server who had carelessly spilled coffee on Yn, I signaled for him to step outside. My guards flanked him, and resistance emanated from his panicked protests. We proceeded to my car, where the gravity of his actions would be addressed.

Once inside the playroom, I confronted him with a stern expression, his pleading eyes met with my unwavering gaze. "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Spilling coffee on Yn was no accident."

He stammered in defense, denying any malicious intent. I scoffed at his feeble excuses, "Your eyes told a different story. You tried to touch her, and I won't let that slide."

Mocking him, I continued, "Let's make sure you remember your boundaries." With that, I put acids to his eyes, ensuring he felt the consequences of his inappropriate gaze. His cries echoed in the playroom, a harsh symphony of retribution.

Taking a knife, I made a symbolic but impactful gesture, cutting his hands as a stark reminder that he should never lay a hand on anyone without consent. The room bore witness to his howls and pleas, and as my guards escorted him away, the silent message lingered—actions have repercussions, especially when it involves someone under my protection.