Crimson Threads || Soonhoon

Cuatro

The room's tension grew thicker, the silence punctuated by the ticking of time neither Jihoon nor Soonyoung seemed to care for. Jihoon reclined in his chair, arms crossed, a knowing smirk dancing across his lips. He was toying with Soonyoung, pushing buttons only he knew how to press. The growing agitation in Soonyoung’s eyes was evident, and Jihoon savored every second of it.

“You’re starting to crack, Soonyoung,” Jihoon remarked coolly, his tone almost too casual. He leaned forward slightly, his piercing gaze locking with Soonyoung’s. “How long are you going to keep up this charade? We both know you’re obsessed.”

Soonyoung clenched his jaw, a sharp exhale escaping his lips as his eyes flared with unbridled fury. But Jihoon knew—he knew Soonyoung wouldn’t touch him. Couldn’t touch him. Not without paying the price. And it was driving him mad.

“You think I don’t see it?” Jihoon continued, voice laced with amusement. “That madness bubbling under the surface? You want to hurt me, don’t you? Want to see me suffer—want to break me." He tilted his head, his long blond hair cascading over his shoulder. "But you can’t, can you? Not without consequences.”

Soonyoung’s fists tightened at his sides, his eyes burning with frustration. He was caught in the web of his own obsession, powerless to act on his rage. Jihoon, the object of his desire, sat there with a smug confidence that only fueled Soonyoung's growing insanity.

Jihoon’s smirk widened. He was enjoying this—reveling in the knowledge that Soonyoung was trapped. "What’s the matter, Soonyoung? You brought me here for what? To stare at me?" He leaned back again, letting his eyes wander, as if bored. "If this is all you’ve got, I’m starting to think you’re not as dangerous as you pretend to be."

Soonyoung’s breath hitched, his eyes narrowing into slits. His silence was deafening, but Jihoon could see it—the obsession lurking just beneath the surface. And it was intoxicating.

"You think I’m obsessed with you," Soonyoung finally spoke, his voice low, laced with something darker, more primal. His eyes raked over Jihoon’s figure, lingering on the pale skin, the sharp eyes, and the cascade of long blond hair that framed his face like a halo. “But look at you. You make it so easy."

Jihoon didn’t flinch. If anything, his eyes sparked with interest. This was new. "Go on," he urged, his voice soft, almost teasing.

Soonyoung took a slow step forward, his gaze fixed on Jihoon’s eyes, trailing down to the strands of blond hair that glimmered in the dim light. “Your eyes…” he murmured, voice quieter now, as if caught in the trance of his own obsession. “They drive me mad. That icy sharpness, like you can see through me—like you know every thought in my head.”

Jihoon did. He knew exactly what power he held in this twisted game. He had always been the master, and Soonyoung was nothing but a puppet on strings he didn’t even know existed.

“And your hair,” Soonyoung continued, his voice husky with desire. “That long, beautiful hair. It's like it was made to drive me insane. Every strand, every curl. You know what it does to me."

Jihoon’s smirk softened into something more dangerous. He tilted his head slightly, allowing his hair to fall over his shoulder. “Obsessed, huh?” he murmured, his voice a low purr. "And here I thought you were the one in control, Soonyoung."

Soonyoung froze, his eyes darkening, but Jihoon could see it. The cracks were forming, his obsession bleeding through every word, every look. Jihoon leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You’d kneel for me if I asked, wouldn’t you? You’d do anything—anything to be near me."

Soonyoung’s breath hitched again, and for a moment, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension. Jihoon smiled, knowing he had won.

“You think you’re the one in control,” Jihoon continued, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement. “But you forget who I am, Soonyoung. You forget who holds the real power here. I’ve already won.”

Soonyoung stood there, unable to say a word. The weight of his obsession, his desire, crashed over him like a wave, and he knew—he was helpless. Jihoon was untouchable, and no matter how much Soonyoung wanted to break him, to claim him, he couldn’t. Not without paying the ultimate price.

And Jihoon, in all his cold beauty, would never let him forget it.

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-Rix
I decided to triple update today!