Crimson Threads || Soonhoon

Trece

Jihoon barely paused as he entered his house, shutting the door behind him with a swift motion. The smirk that lingered on his lips from Soonyoung’s earlier antics was already fading, but the tension of the night still buzzed in his veins. He had finally gotten some peace after kicking Soonyoung out of the car. Or so he thought.

The moment he stepped into the living room, the smirk disappeared entirely.

There, in the middle of his impeccably organized home, stood Soonyoung—again. He wasn’t just standing, though; he was moving things around, humming to himself as he rearranged Jihoon’s meticulously placed books, fiddled with the picture frames, and adjusted the angle of the cushions on the couch.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jihoon muttered, his frustration rising.

Soonyoung glanced up, a grin spreading across his face as if nothing was wrong. “Oh, Woozi! You’re back! I was just—”

“I know exactly what you’re doing,” Jihoon cut him off, his eyes narrowing as he stalked toward the older man. “Why are you here? Again?”

Soonyoung shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I thought you could use some help making your place feel less... sterile. It’s so neat, you know? Too neat. Don’t you ever get bored of this minimalistic nightmare?”

Jihoon clenched his jaw, his patience fraying by the second. Soonyoung didn’t even look like a mafia leader. He didn’t carry the aura of danger that other men in their world did. No, Soonyoung was a chaotic storm wrapped in a disarming smile, never taking anything seriously, always rambling like life was just one big joke. But Jihoon knew better. There was darkness beneath the surface. A darkness he could manipulate if he needed to.

But right now, Jihoon didn’t want manipulation. He wanted quiet.

“Get out,” Jihoon ordered, his voice low and dangerous. But instead of fear, Soonyoung flashed a playful grin, the picture of disobedience.

“Why so serious, Woozi?” Soonyoung ignored the command, his voice light, still adjusting things as if he had all the time in the world. "You know, I think you’d be way happier if you let loose a little—"

That was it.

Without a second thought, Jihoon grabbed the nearest object—a remote—and flung it at Soonyoung. The remote hit him square in the back, making Soonyoung yelp, but it didn’t shut him up. Instead, he spun around, rubbing the spot where the remote had hit him.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?”

Jihoon stalked forward, his patience hanging by a thread. “If you say one more word, Soonyoung, I swear I’ll throw you out of the window next.”

Soonyoung blinked at him, clearly not expecting the threat. He paused for a moment, staring at Jihoon in mild surprise. For a brief second, Jihoon thought he had finally won. That maybe, just maybe, Soonyoung would listen.

But the silence didn’t last.

“Woozi, come on, you don’t really mean—”

Jihoon snapped.

He closed the distance between them in an instant and did something that completely derailed Soonyoung’s rambling. Without a word, Jihoon slid onto Soonyoung’s lap, his small frame settling comfortably as he raised a single finger and ran it slowly over Soonyoung’s lips.

The effect was immediate.

“Shhh, Soonyoungie,” Jihoon murmured, his voice a soft, dangerous whisper.

Soonyoung froze, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. The playful grin vanished, replaced by something darker, something hungry. His eyes filled with desire, the mischievous spark replaced by an intense gaze that tracked Jihoon’s every movement. His breath hitched as Jihoon’s finger trailed across his face, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.

He looked like a predator who had finally been caught off guard by his prey.

Jihoon didn’t smirk, didn’t gloat. He simply observed the transformation in Soonyoung, the way the older man’s body stiffened beneath him, the way his eyes darkened with obedience and raw hunger. Soonyoung, the one who was always moving, always rambling, had gone perfectly still.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between them, heavy and thick with tension. Soonyoung’s lips parted slightly, but no words came. The light-hearted, constantly babbling man was gone. In his place was a beast, tamed only by Jihoon’s touch.

Satisfied, Jihoon slipped off Soonyoung’s lap with a fluid grace, the air between them charged with an unspoken understanding. He disappeared into his room, leaving Soonyoung sitting there in stunned silence.

When Jihoon returned, dressed casually in a simple t-shirt and shorts, he found Soonyoung still seated in the same spot, his gaze fixed on Jihoon with an intensity that sent a shiver down Jihoon’s spine. But Jihoon didn’t react. He was in control now.

Without a word, Jihoon sat in the chair opposite Soonyoung, opening his laptop as if nothing had happened. For the next hour, the room was filled with nothing but the quiet hum of Jihoon’s typing. Soonyoung hadn’t moved from his spot, his eyes never leaving Jihoon.

Jihoon didn’t need to look up to know what was happening. He could feel Soonyoung’s eyes on him, the restlessness creeping back into the man’s body. The longer he sat there, the more Jihoon could sense his boredom, like a storm brewing in the air.

Eventually, Jihoon raised his head, his gaze meeting Soonyoung’s.

“Basement,” Jihoon said slowly, his voice calm but authoritative. “Third room. Use only one gun.”

Soonyoung’s eyes lit up, the playful grin returning to his face in an instant. “Really?!”

Jihoon nodded, keeping his expression indifferent, though inside he felt a small sense of relief. “Go. Have fun.”

Soonyoung didn’t need to be told twice. He jumped to his feet, practically beaming. “Thank you!” he called over his shoulder as he bolted for the basement, his excitement palpable.

As the sound of Soonyoung’s footsteps faded, Jihoon leaned back in his chair, closing his laptop. For the first time that night, he felt the tension drain from his body, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

Soonyoung was a hurricane, chaotic and wild, but Jihoon had learned how to control the storm.

And for now, that was all he needed.

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-Rix
I think I should learn more about how to effectively transition a scene from one feeling to another.