Beneath the Surface I Seungsung

Chapter 1

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the city skyline beyond the glass windows of the penthouse suite. It was late, well past midnight, and the world outside was quiet. Inside, however, the air was thick with tension.

Han Jisung stood by the window, his tall frame casting a shadow over the room. He exuded a cold, unapproachable aura—one that matched his reputation as a ruthless CEO of Han Enterprises. His sharp eyes, usually filled with indifference, now held a flicker of something darker, something more primal.

Behind him, on the edge of the large bed, sat Kim Seungmin. His shirt was disheveled, the tie he wore earlier discarded carelessly on the floor. Seungmin, the quiet yet brilliant CEO of Kim Industries, looked small and vulnerable in this moment, his usual composed demeanor shattered by the intensity of the situation.

They hated each other. The rivalry between their companies was well-known—two of the most powerful business titans constantly clashing in the corporate world. Boardroom meetings were always tense, filled with sharp words and colder stares. Their hatred was undeniable, and yet… here they were, sharing a secret neither could afford to let slip.

Jisung turned, his eyes locking onto Seungmin, who avoided his gaze but made no effort to move. The silence stretched between them, the unspoken agreement that always brought them back to this moment, this room.

"You don’t have to stay, you know," Jisung’s voice was low, almost a growl. His words carried no concern, only impatience.

Seungmin finally looked up, meeting Jisung's cold gaze. "You think I don’t know that?" His voice was quieter, but laced with defiance.

It was always like this—no pleasantries, no softness, just raw, undeniable need. Neither of them spoke of it, neither acknowledged it outside these walls. It was easier that way.

Jisung took a step forward, and then another, until he stood right in front of Seungmin, looming over him. Seungmin's breath hitched, but his eyes never wavered.

"You hate me," Jisung whispered, his hand reaching out to tilt Seungmin's chin upward, forcing him to keep eye contact. "And yet, you’re here."

Seungmin’s heart raced, but he didn't flinch. He hated how much Jisung had control over him in these moments. Hated how, despite their animosity, he craved this. Craved him.

"This means nothing," Seungmin replied, his voice steady despite the fire burning inside him.

Jisung smirked, leaning down so their lips were only inches apart. "Good. Then we’re on the same page."

There were no more words after that. Just the sound of hurried breaths and the quiet rustle of clothes being discarded. The air was electric with desire, the kind that neither could admit to in the light of day. It was a transaction, a release—nothing more.

But as Jisung's hands gripped Seungmin's waist, pulling him closer, and as Seungmin melted into his touch, there was an unspoken understanding between them.

They could deny it all they wanted. They could hate each other in the boardroom, in public, in every other aspect of their lives. But here, in this room, in the dead of night, they shared something neither could escape.

And when it was over, when the night gave way to the early hours of morning, they would go back to being enemies. Back to pretending none of this ever happened.

But the truth was, it did. And it always would.

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