[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

chapter 32

Dinner had been a lively affair, the conversation flowing easily between Bangchan and his boyfriends despite the earlier tension. Laughter echoed through the apartment as they finished their meal, clearing plates and chatting about everything from movies to weekend plans.

As the last of the dishes were placed in the sink, Bangchan leaned against the counter, his gaze casually sweeping over the room.“You guys head off to bed. I’ll handle the cleanup,” Bangchan said, his voice light, though his eyes lingered on Felix for a moment, checking to see if the earlier jealousy had fully settled.

Minho smiled, stretching his arms above his head. “If you insist,” he said, already turning toward the hallway that led to their bedrooms. One by one, the others followed suit, leaving Bangchan in the kitchen, humming softly to himself as he washed up.

Damien, who had remained quiet throughout dinner, stood up and made his way toward the guest room. It wasn’t the first time he had stayed over at Bangchan’s place, and the guest room had long since become his whenever he visited.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him with a soft click.The room was simple—just a bed, a wardrobe, and a small desk by the window. The light from the bedside lamp cast a warm, golden glow over the space.

Damien flicked the lock on the door out of habit, and then leaned against it for a moment, exhaling deeply. It had been a long day, filled with meetings and interviews at his office, and now he felt the weight of the evening beginning to settle on his shoulders.

He stepped over to the bed and tugged at his tie, loosening it before pulling it off and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. His fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, one button after another, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abdomen beneath. His body was toned and muscular, each movement highlighting the subtle definition of his muscles. Years of regular gym sessions had sculpted him into the kind of man who turned heads effortlessly, his physique not just athletic, but powerful—broad shoulders, firm chest, and a trim waist that tapered down into tight, sculpted abs.

He pulled the shirt from his body, tossing it onto the bed. In the dim light, the ridges of his muscles caught the glow, his skin smooth and bronzed from the hours he spent outside whenever he could escape the confines of his office.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back from his face, and let out a small sigh of relief at the feeling of being free from the tightness of his formal clothes.As he reached for a pair of loose sweatpants, his mind began to drift back to the day at the office—the interviews he’d conducted, the endless stream of applicants, and, of course, the one that had stood out to him the most.

Seungmin.

He hadn’t expected to be so taken by the guy, but there was something about him that had captured Damien’s attention the moment he walked in. Seungmin had been cute, undeniably so. Not in an obvious, overly polished way, but more in the kind of subtle, understated way that crept up on you slowly. His shy smile, the way his eyes had darted nervously around the room when Damien asked him questions, had sparked something unexpected within him.

Damien pulled on the sweatpants, the loose fabric hanging comfortably on his hips as he moved toward the bed. He sat on the edge, running his hands absently over his thighs as he thought about the moment Seungmin had left his office. The interview had gone well, sure—but it wasn’t the answers Seungmin gave that lingered in Damien’s mind.

It was that awkward, endearing way Seungmin had stumbled over his words when he stood up to leave, the way he had nervously brushed his hair out of his face, cheeks flushing slightly when their eyes met for a brief second too long.

Cute.

That was the word that kept popping up in his mind when he thought about him.“Cute...” Damien whispered the word to himself, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He hadn’t been able to get Seungmin out of his head all evening. The way the guy had looked at him—almost like he was intimidated but couldn’t help but be drawn to him—had stirred something in Damien he hadn’t felt in a while.

He leaned back on the bed, his arms resting behind his head, muscles flexing slightly as he stared up at the ceiling. The sound of the apartment settling around him was a soothing backdrop, but his thoughts were entirely focused on the memory of Seungmin’s shy, flustered expression.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” he murmured to the empty room, as if speaking to Seungmin directly.  There was an undeniable attraction there, something that made Damien’s heart race just a little faster than usual, something about the way Seungmin had looked at him with those wide, curious eyes.

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head at himself. “I’ve got it bad,” he muttered, almost amused by how easily his mind kept drifting back to Seungmin .He stretched out on the bed, his body a long, lean silhouette in the dim light, and closed his eyes, letting the image of Seungmin’s face float into his thoughts again.

As he relaxed into the softness of the bed, his thoughts grew softer, gentler, but the memory of Seungmin remained vivid—his smile, his nervous fidgeting, the way he had bit his lip when trying to find the right words.

“ I’ll see you again soon,” Damien whispered, more to himself than to the universe. And with that final thought, he allowed the warmth of the bed to pull him into a deep, dream-filled sleep, his mind still lingering on the cute guy who had unexpectedly turned his day upside down.