Beneath the Surface I Seungsung

Chapter 3

Lets pretend jisung is taller than
seungmin ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Jisung stood there for a moment, staring at the door seungmin had just walked through. His usual smugness had vanished, replaced with a gnawing feeling of dissatisfaction. The room felt colder, emptier, just as it always did after seungmin left.

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a soft growl of frustration. Why did he let seungmin get under his skin like this? He could have any deal, any merger he wanted, yet this constant back-and-forth with Seungmin always left him unsettled. It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. It was supposed to be easy–two enemies who found a way to blow off steam, nothing more.

But the more they met in those late hours, the more Jisung began to feel the lines blurring.

He shook off the thought, heading out of the boardroom, his phone buzzing in his pocket. Business was waiting, and he didn't have time to dwell on things that didn’t matter. Or, at least, things that shouldn’t matter.

—

Seungmin walked down the hall with steady, measured steps. His mind, however, was anything but calm. The moment Jisung had called his name back there, his heart had skipped in a way that irritated him to no end. It was always like this–Jisung finding ways to get under his skin, to make him feel things he didn’t want to feel.

It didn’t help that they had to face each other constantly in the business world. Even now, the image of Jisung in that boardroom–so self-assured, so infuriating–lingered in Seungmin’s mind. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought about how different Jisung was in public versus he was behind closed doors. The contrast was jarring, and it only made Seungmin feel more off-balance.

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen–one of his board members wanted a follow-up on the meetings. Seungmin’s fingers hovered over the screen before he shoved the phone back into his pocket. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

Instead, he made his way to the elevator, descending to the parking garage. His car was waiting for him, sleek and understated–just like everything about him. As he slid into the driver’s seat, Seungmin leaned his back against the headrest, closing his eyes for a moment.

Jisung’s words from earlier echoed in his mind. Don’t be late next time.

Seungmin’s jaw clenched. It wasn’t the words themselves that bothered him. It was the way Jisung said them, as if he had some kind of control over him. As if Seungmin was still stuck in their game, despite how hard he tried to act indifferent.

And maybe that was the problem.
Maybe he was stuck.

With a sigh, Seungmin started the car, the engine’s quiet purr filling the silence around him. He pulled out of the garage and into the bustling streets of the city, the morning light glinting off the glass towers that lined the horizon. He had another meeting to prepare for, another day of pretending that nothing from last night mattered.

But even as he merged into traffic, his mind betrayed him. He could still feel the heat of Jisung’s hand on him, the way their bodies had moved together in perfect sync despite their hatred. The memory was visceral, and Seungmin hated how easily it came to him.

—

Hours passed, and the workday bled into the evening. Seungmin spent the rest of the day in back-to-back meetings, but despite his best efforts, his focus wavered. He thought about the upcoming merger, how their companies would eventually have to come to an agreement. How it would force him to see Jisung even more than he already did.

The thought both annoyed and unsettled him.

By the time Seungmin returned to his apartment, night had already fallen. He dropped his keys on the counter and shrugged off his jacket, the silence of his apartment swallowing him up. It was a stark contrast to the noise of his day, the endless phone calls and business decisions.

He glanced at his phone, half-expecting a message. But there was nothing. Jisung never  contacted him outside of their meetings or late-night encounters. And Seungmin preferred it that way. Or at least, he told himself he did.

Still, as the hours ticked by, Seungmin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. That nagging sense of restlessness that always seemed to creep in after he’d been with Jisung.

Finally, as midnight neared, his phone buzzed.

It was a single text. From Jisung.

Penthouse. Now.

Seungmin stared at the screen for a moment, his heart thudding in his chest. It was the same routine every time, something felt different. There was a weight to the message that hadn’t been there before.

For a brief moment, he considered not going. Ignoring the massage, cutting ties, and finally walking away from this toxic cycle they were trapped in.

But his body moved before his mind could catch up. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

—

When seungmin arrived at Jisung’s penthouse, the air between them was charged with an intensity he hadn’t expected. Jisung was already waiting, leaning against the counter with a drink in his hand, his eyes dark and unreadable.

“You took your time”, Jisung said, his voice was casual, but there was an edge to it.

Seungmin closed the door behind him, walking further into the room. “I didn’t realize there was a time limit.”

Jisung smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He set down his drink and stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the quiet space. “There's always a time limit, Seungmin. You should know that by now.”

Seungmin’s breath caught, but he didn’t back down. “What do you want, Jisung?’

The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. For a moment Jisung didn’t answer, his gaze locked on Seungmin’s, searching for something neither of them would say out loud.

Then, without warning, Jisung closed the distance between them, his hands gripping seungmin’s hips with a force that left no room for hesitation. Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was anything but gentle, filled with all the anger, the frustration, and the need they both tried to bury.

Seungmin responded in kind, his hands fisting in jisung’s shirt as they stumbled back toward the couch, all thoughts of walking away forgotten.

And as the night wore on, as they lost themselves to each other once again, the cycle continued.

But this time, as Jisung pulled Seungmin closer, pressing them together in the dim light of the penthouse there was a flicker of something more between them.

Something neither of them was ready to acknowledge, but that would only grow stronger with every secret night they spent together.

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