[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

chapter 36

Seungmin's P.O.V.

Seungmin closed the door to his apartment with a soft click, leaning back against it as he let out a long, shaky breath. His heart was still racing, his lips still tingling, and a warmth spread through him that refused to fade. He reached up and touched his lips with his fingertips, his cheeks flushing all over again as the memory of Damien’s kiss played over and over in his mind.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips—he couldn’t stop it even if he tried. He felt like an idiot, standing there with his heart thumping wildly in his chest, but he didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, something felt… magical.

Damien had kissed him. Damien—the CEO who was known for his cold, ruthless demeanor—had leaned in, soft and tender, and kissed him. And the way he had done it… Seungmin could still feel the warmth of Damien’s hand on his jaw, the gentle pressure of his lips, the quiet intimacy of the moment. It made his chest flutter in a way that felt almost too much to handle.

Still grinning like a fool, Seungmin pushed off the door and made his way toward the bathroom, determined to go through his nightly routine despite the flurry of thoughts racing in his head. He splashed cool water on his face, hoping it would calm the heat in his cheeks, but it was no use. The soft blush that had crept over his skin was there to stay. As he massaged cleanser into his skin, his mind wandered back to the kiss—how soft Damien’s lips had been, how he had leaned in just enough to let Seungmin breathe in his intoxicating scent, the way his heart had skipped several beats when Damien whispered, “Goodnight, Seungmin.”

He rinsed his face and dried it with a towel, still lost in thought. It didn’t matter what he did—every task seemed to bring him back to that moment, to the way his world had tilted slightly when Damien’s lips met his. Even as he changed into his night clothes, pulling a soft t-shirt over his head and slipping into loose pajama pants, the memory refused to leave him alone.

What’s going to happen tomorrow? Seungmin wondered as he crawled into bed, the soft sheets welcoming him. He knew things couldn’t be the same after that kiss. Damien wasn’t just any CEO, and Seungmin wasn’t sure what he should expect now. His heart thudded in his chest at the thought of seeing him again, at the thought of those intense eyes locking on him across the office.

Would Damien mention the kiss? Would things change between them? The questions swirled in Seungmin’s mind, but all he could focus on was the warmth he still felt from the kiss, the way his pulse had raced when Damien looked at him with that soft, affectionate gaze.

He sighed, rolling over and hugging his pillow close, a small, content smile on his lips. I’ll just have to wait and see.

And with that, his mind drifted into dreams, where Damien’s kiss lingered softly against his lips, filling his sleep with a warmth that chased away the cool night air.

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Damien's P.O.V.

The quiet hum of the car’s engine was the only sound filling the air as Damien drove through the city streets, his thoughts far from the road ahead. His mind was replaying the events of the evening—specifically, the kiss. He could still feel the softness of Seungmin’s lips, the way the boy had blushed so beautifully, eyes wide with surprise yet full of a quiet curiosity.

A smile tugged at Damien’s lips as he steered the car smoothly toward his penthouse, the image of Seungmin’s flushed cheeks burned into his memory. It was rare for him to feel this kind of tenderness. In his world, everything was about control, about maintaining his cold, distant image. But with Seungmin… things were different. He had wanted to kiss him, to feel that softness, to see how Seungmin would react—and the boy hadn’t disappointed.

Seungmin’s shy, innocent reaction had made Damien’s heart flutter in a way he hadn’t experienced in years. He had been ruthless in his pursuit of power, cold to those who worked under him, but now, he found himself softening, all because of one blushing boy.

As he pulled up to his sleek, modern penthouse, Damien’s smile deepened. He parked the car and stepped out, his shoes clicking softly against the pavement. The night air was crisp, and as he walked inside, the warmth of the apartment wrapped around him like a familiar embrace.

He tossed his coat onto the couch, not bothering to hang it up properly, and made his way to the kitchen. Reaching for a bottle of his favorite wine, Damien poured himself a glass, the rich aroma filling the air as he swirled the liquid and took a slow sip. The wine was expensive, aged to perfection, but as he tasted it, all he could think about was the sweetness of Seungmin’s lips, the way they had trembled slightly beneath his.

Damien leaned against the counter, his eyes darkening with thought. Seungmin had no idea what he had done to him. The boy had slipped past his defenses without even trying, making Damien feel things he had long since buried. He had built his life on control, on keeping his emotions locked away, but now… now he was thinking about Seungmin’s shy glances, the way his cheeks flushed that perfect shade of pink, the softness of his voice when he said, “Thank you for tonight.”

Damien took another sip of wine, savoring the taste as he closed his eyes, letting the memories of the evening wash over him. He wanted more. More of Seungmin’s blushes, more of that sweet innocence, more of the way Seungmin looked at him with those wide, trusting eyes.

I want him to be mine. The thought settled deep in his chest, undeniable and true. He hadn’t just kissed Seungmin because he wanted to see how the boy would react. No, this was something more. Damien wanted to claim him, to keep him close, to make sure no one else could have what he had tasted tonight.

His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as he finished the last of his wine, setting the glass down on the counter with a soft clink. The night was growing darker, but his thoughts of Seungmin only seemed to brighten.

As he made his way to his bedroom, Damien allowed himself to indulge in the fantasies that had begun to creep into his mind. He imagined Seungmin in his arms, imagined the soft blush spreading across the boy’s cheeks as Damien whispered sweet words into his ear. He could see it so clearly—the way Seungmin would tremble beneath him, the way he would shyly look up at him with those innocent eyes, waiting, wanting.

Damien’s heart swelled at the thought, a mixture of possessiveness and affection washing over him. Seungmin didn’t know it yet, but he was already Damien’s. The kiss had only been the beginning.

Soon, Damien thought, pulling off his shirt and slipping into bed. Very soon, he’ll be mine completely.

As he lay back against the soft sheets, his mind still filled with thoughts of Seungmin’s flushed cheeks and soft lips, Damien closed his eyes, a content smile lingering on his face.

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