For the next several days, the workshop buzzed with quiet, secretive energy as the team worked on bringing Jay’s discarded design to life.
Whenever Jay would walk in to check on his other projects, the workers would scramble, expertly hiding the materials Heeseung had tasked them with.
They moved swiftly, draping the white lace over mannequins and sewing the delicate pearls into the fabric, only to shove them behind curtains or beneath tables the moment Jay’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall.
It was a risk, a big one.
They all knew it.
Jay was meticulous and quick to anger when things didn’t go as planned, but Heeseung had made a promise.
He would pay them well for their discretion and extra hours spent on this secret project.
More than money, though, it was the design itself that drew them in.
The piece was stunning, a work of art that felt as personal as it did bold.
Every stitch was crafted with care, every tiny pearl sewn with precision.
It was a masterpiece they were proud to work on, despite the danger of being caught.
And Heeseung, well, Heeseung had a way of making the work feel exciting.
He would drop by during the late hours, checking the progress, offering tips, and sometimes even lending a hand with the more intricate details.
His energy was magnetic, and the workers couldn’t help but smile whenever he was around.
He was different from Jay.
Softer, warmer, and many of them secretly hoped that this little rebellion would bring Jay closer to him, maybe soften Jay’s sharp edges, make him see what they all saw in Heeseung.
They whispered about it among themselves when Jay wasn’t around.
How maybe this bold move would push Jay to stop being so harsh, so controlled all the time.
Maybe, Heeseung could reach him in a way no one else could.
As the days went on, the piece slowly came together, a secret wrapped in lace and pearls.
And Heeseung watched it all unfold with hope growing in his chest.
He was determined.
But one morning, everything seemed to come to a head.
Jay sat in his office, eyes glued to his phone, frustration radiating off him in waves.
He’d been trying to reach Heeseung all morning, and every call went unanswered.
Jay needed him for a photoshoot.
One they had planned weeks ago, and the fact that Heeseung had disappeared without a word was driving him mad.
His jaw clenched as he tried to call again, listening to the same mechanical ring, ring, ring with no response.
By the time Minho stepped into the office, Jay’s temper was already on a knife’s edge.
"Mr. Park." Minho began, glancing at the storm brewing in Jay’s eyes.
"I know you need Heeseung, but maybe we could get someone else to step in for the shoot. It wouldn’t be-"
Before he could finish, Jay slammed his hand down on the desk, the sound of it cracking through the room like a gunshot.
Minho flinched, but Jay didn’t care.
His eyes were wild, his control slipping as he glared at Minho.
"No."
Jay snapped, his voice sharp and venomous.
"I don’t want someone else. I want him."
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