Gangster's Paradise ?

The warm aroma of freshly cooked dinner filled the mansion's kitchen as YN busied herself, preparing the last of the dishes. She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was late, and everyone had already finished dinner-everyone except Namjoon, who still hadn't returned home. Anna leaned against the doorway, watching YN set the table for two, her eyebrow quirked in curiosity.

"You know, he might not even eat when he gets back," Anna teased, smirking as she sipped her tea.

"I'll wait," YN replied confidently, wiping her hands on a towel. "I want to eat with him."

Anna let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "You've really got it bad, haven't you? Waiting for my brother like this... don't you get tired of the cold shoulder?"

YN shrugged, her eyes twinkling with determination. "I'm just persistent, Anna. Besides, I'm not giving up anytime soon. You know how stubborn I am."

Anna laughed softly. "You've got that right. Well, good luck with Mr. Iceberg. I'm heading to bed. Don't stay up too late, okay?"

YN waved her off with a smile. "Night, Anna. Sweet dreams."

As Anna left the kitchen, YN continued to set the table perfectly two plates, two sets of utensils, a glass of water for each of them. She even lit a candle, the soft glow casting a cozy warmth over the dining area. She knew Namjoon wasn't the romantic type, but a girl could dream, couldn't she?

It wasn't long before she heard the sound of the front door creaking open. YN's heart skipped a beat as heavy footsteps echoed through the hall. Namjoon had finally arrived.

Without looking up, he walked past the kitchen, heading straight for the stairs as if he didn't even notice the effort she'd put in.

"Namjoon," YN called out, her voice firm yet soft. He stopped, not turning around but clearly acknowledging her.

I made dinner," she said, stepping toward him, trying to sound casual. "Come sit with me."

"I'm not hungry," he replied flatly, still facing away from her.

YN rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You're always not hungry. Just for once, sit properly and have dinner. Please?"

Namjoon finally turned around, his face expressionless, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Was it annoyance? Amusement? He let out a long, tired sigh, walking toward the dining table as if to avoid an argument.

"Fine," he muttered, sitting down stiffly in one of the chairs. "But I'm not eating much."

YN smirked to herself, proud of her small victory, but she wasn't done yet. As Namjoon sat down, YN suddenly grabbed a piece of rope she had stashed under the table and quickly looped it around his wrists, tying them to the arms of the chair.

"What the hell-" Namjoon's eyes widened as he struggled against the sudden restraint. "YN! Untie me right now."

But YN just giggled, brushing off his protests with a wave of her hand. "Oh no, not so fast. You've been a very stubborn boy, Namjoon. So tonight, you're going to behave."

Before Namjoon could react, YN leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Good boy."

Namjoon tensed at the unexpected gesture, his jaw clenching as his face remained impassive, though his eyes narrowed. "You're playing a dangerous game, YN."

YN walked back to the kitchen counter, completely unfazed by his cold glare. "I'm not afraid of danger, Joonie," she teased, bringing the food over to the table. "Now, open wide."

He didn't move, glaring at her with a look that could freeze a room. But YN only smiled sweetly, holding up a spoonful of food.

"If you don't eat," she said in a singsong voice, "you won't sleep quietly tonight."