TRAPPED

Chapter 4

I just wanna rock with you
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Jeonghan barely registered the rest of the ceremony. The vows were a blur, and he couldn't bring himself to focus on the guests or their polite applause. All that mattered was getting through it, the entire wedding a whirlwind of expectations, suffocating small talk, and the ever-present weight of Seongcheol beside him.
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Jeonghan stood frozen as the door to the penthouse clicked shut behind him. The entire day had been nothing but a charade. Every smile, every vow spoken was hollow. And now, here he was, alone with Seongcheol in the darkened silence of their new life together—two people forced into a marriage they both resented, bound by family expectations and business deals rather than love.

Seongcheol's presence weighed heavy behind him, but Jeonghan refused to turn around, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"Finally alone," Seongcheol's voice came, a low rumble filled with unspoken intent.

Jeonghan felt his stomach twist, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. He hated how Seongcheol could make him feel so cornered, like there was no escape from this cage they were both trapped in. Without responding, he stormed across the room, his suit jacket already halfway off. He just wanted this night to end. Maybe if he could sleep, he could pretend none of this was real.

But Seongcheol wasn't about to let him off that easily. Jeonghan heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching, the slow, deliberate pace making his blood boil. Before he could react, Seongcheol's hand gripped his arm, spinning him around.

"Don't walk away from me," Seongcheol growled, his grip tightening just enough to make Jeonghan's heart race with anger. "We're married now, or have you forgotten?"

Jeonghan yanked his arm free, glaring up at Seongcheol with a mix of fury and frustration. "I'm not walking away. I'm trying to survive. Or did you forget that we hate each other?"

Seongcheol's eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Hate? Is that what you think this is?" His voice dripped with condescension, as if he was amused by Jeonghan's outburst.

Jeonghan's skin crawled. He hated that smirk. Hated the way Seongcheol looked at him like he knew him, like he could see past the walls Jeonghan had built to protect himself.

"This marriage is a joke," Jeonghan spat, his chest heaving with the effort to keep his emotions in check. "You think because our families pushed us into this, I'm just going to accept it? That I'm going to fall in line and play the perfect husband?"

Seongcheol's eyes never wavered, that same infuriating smirk still firmly in place. "You'll do whatever you need to do, Jeonghan. Just like you always have. You act like you have a choice, but deep down, you know you belong here."

Jeonghan's breath hitched, his mind swirling with anger and disbelief. *Belong here?* He wanted to scream. This wasn't where he belonged. He had been forced into this, dragged down by their parents' greed and Seongcheol's twisted sense of control.

"Don't kid yourself," Jeonghan hissed, shoving Seongcheol's chest in a vain attempt to create some distance between them. "I belong to no one. Least of all you."

Seongcheol's smirk faltered for just a second before his expression hardened. His hand shot out, grabbing Jeonghan's wrist with a grip that was firm, almost punishing. He pulled Jeonghan close, their faces inches apart, his breath hot against Jeonghan's skin.

"Don't lie to yourself," Seongcheol whispered, his voice low, dangerous. "We may hate each other, but you can't deny the fire between us. You never could."

Jeonghan's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to let Seongcheol see how much his words affected him. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "The only thing between us is resentment," Jeonghan bit back. "And no matter how much you try to twist it, nothing will change that."

Seongcheol's grip tightened, his eyes narrowing. "You can say whatever you want, but I know the truth. You can't stand me, but you also can't resist me."

Jeonghan's jaw clenched, fury flaring in his chest. "You're delusional."

Without warning, Seongcheol pushed him backward, causing Jeonghan to stumble until his back hit the bedroom door. The impact knocked the air out of him for a second, but before he could recover, Seongcheol was there, pressing him against the door, his hands braced on either side of Jeonghan's head, trapping him.

Jeonghan's pulse quickened, but it wasn't fear that gripped him—it was anger. Pure, unadulterated anger. "Get off me, Seongcheol."

Seongcheol leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over Jeonghan's ear. "Make me," he challenged, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Jeonghan's fists clenched at his sides, his body trembling with rage. Every fiber of his being screamed to shove Seongcheol away, to break free from this suffocating situation. But his body betrayed him, frozen in place, torn between the hatred he felt for Seongcheol and the undeniable pull that had always been there between them, no matter how much he hated it.

Seongcheol's hand moved, sliding up Jeonghan's side with deliberate slowness, as if testing his resolve. Jeonghan's breath caught in his throat, and he cursed himself for the way his body reacted, for the way his skin burned under Seongcheol's touch.

"I hate you," Jeonghan whispered, his voice shaky but filled with venom.

Seongcheol's lips brushed against his neck, his smirk ever-present. "Good. It'll make this more fun."

Jeonghan's mind spun, his breath shallow as Seongcheol's touch ignited something within him that he couldn't control, something he despised. This was what he hated most—the power Seongcheol had over him, the way he could make him feel so weak, so vulnerable, even in his anger.

But there was no escape. Not from this marriage, not from Seongcheol, and not from the twisted emotions that bound them together.

As much as Jeonghan hated him, hated the situation they were in, part of him knew he was trapped. Seongcheol would never let him go. And maybe—just maybe—part of him didn't want to be let go.

The night stretched on, a dangerous game of control, desire, and hatred that neither of them would win, but both would refuse to lose.

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