Shadows of desire || SVT ||

(99) Feel Loved

Wonwoo kept looking at her, his mind racing, heart pounding in his chest. He had waited for this moment, dreamed of it, but now that it was real, he struggled to find the right words.

He silently finished his ramen, lifting the bowl, but before he could set it down, Yuri's hand brushed against his as she took it from him. The simple touch sent a shock through his system, and his breath hitched.

"Let me help," she said softly, her voice smooth and comforting. She gently guided him to lay back down, mindful of his injured hand, which was still bandaged.

As she draped the blanket over him, she leaned down, her lips brushing his cheek in a soft kiss. "Have a good sleep, Wonie," she whispered, her tone filled with a sweetness that made his heart race even more. He could barely handle the effect she had on him; it was overwhelming, almost suffocating.

She left the room, the soft click of the door closing behind her. The moment she was gone, an empty void seemed to open up inside him. The loneliness he had kept at bay for so long now rushed in, suffocating him in her absence.

Staring at the door, he whispered to himself, "What is this happening? Why does it feel like I can't breathe when she's not here?"

His hand instinctively moved to his chest, where his heart was still thumping like mad. He was consumed, obsessed even, with the feeling she left behind. The more he tried to control it, the harder it became.

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Yuri was making her way down the hall, ready to focus on her next target—Seungkwan. However, as she reached his room and peeked inside, she realized it was empty. She sighed in frustration, turning back towards her own room, her mind already planning her next move.

Yuri paused for a moment as she noticed the door of DK's room was wide open. Inside, she saw DK hurriedly getting dressed in a tuxedo, his movements urgent. Her eyes narrowed, assessing the situation. He wasn’t her target—yet—but did that really matter?

With a confident step, she walked into the room, a soft smile curving her lips. "Need some help?" she asked, not waiting for an answer as she reached for his tie, fixing it with delicate fingers. DK didn’t move or say a word, his expression still dark from their last encounter. She could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, the anger he still held from before palpable in the air.

"I’m sorry... for yesterday," she whispered, her voice soft, her eyes downcast, playing her part perfectly. "I didn’t mean to upset you, it was my fault." She allowed her voice to tremble just slightly, as if she was genuinely remorseful, knowing exactly how to trigger that possessive part of him that thrived on control. Her apology was carefully placed, not for reconciliation but for manipulation, designed to feed into the dynamic they had established.

DK’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—confusion, frustration, and something darker. He stared down at her, the apology catching him off guard. She was apologizing? Admitting her fault? He didn’t say anything, but his body language shifted, his anger melting into something more dangerous.

She took advantage of the moment, stepping closer, her fingers lingering on his chest as she finished adjusting his tie. "You know I only want to make things right," she said, her voice low, seductive, each word calculated to get him where she wanted. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, but with a flicker of something else—a teasing challenge that she knew would trigger that obsessive side of him even more.