[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

ch 37

The first rays of dawn filtered gently through the window as Seungmin’s eyes fluttered open. He stretched, a soft smile already tugging at his lips as memories from the previous evening floated into his mind—the gentle kiss, Damien’s piercing gaze, and the way his heart had felt like it might burst. With a newfound energy, he rose from bed and made his way to the bathroom, feeling the cool tile under his feet as he prepared for his morning routine.

The warm water cascaded over him as he stood in the shower, letting his muscles relax. Seungmin indulged in his favorite body wash, taking time to thoroughly care for himself, ensuring he would smell fresh and inviting—perhaps even enough that Damien might notice from afar. He massaged the fragrant lather over his skin, breathing in the soft floral notes mixed with a hint of something warm and earthy, a scent that he hoped would linger throughout the day. As he rinsed off, his fingers ran through his hair, his mind drifting to the CEO who had made his heart skip beats just a few hours ago.

After stepping out, Seungmin wrapped himself in a plush towel, his other hand grabbing a smaller one to dry his hair as he faced the mirror. He caught sight of his own reflection—there was a softness to his smile, a glint in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. He chuckled quietly, recognizing how Damien had begun to fill his mind in a way no one else had. Was he falling for him? The thought felt exhilarating yet terrifying, a new kind of excitement that sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Still wrapped in his towel, Seungmin walked over to his closet, sliding open the doors to find an outfit that felt right for the day. He wanted to look nice, to feel confident but also, in his own way, cute. Settling on a soft blue sweater that complimented his skin tone and a pair of fitted slacks, Seungmin dressed with care. His outfit was casual but thoughtful, giving him a look that seemed both charming and approachable.

Moving to the kitchen, he prepared a light breakfast—something simple but refreshing. He poured a glass of orange juice and placed a few fresh fruits on his plate, savoring each bite as he thought about the day ahead. Butterflies fluttered once more as he imagined seeing Damien at the office. Taking a deep breath, he finished his meal, picked up his bag, and headed out the door, feeling ready for whatever the day might bring.

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Damien was already awake, well before his alarm, the morning light just beginning to break. He moved through his penthouse with precision, his mind alive with thoughts of Seungmin. The memory of Seungmin’s blush and those wide, surprised eyes as he leaned in to kiss him sent a flicker of a smile across his normally stoic face. It was strange—how one evening had shifted something inside him, made his heart stir with an emotion he hadn’t felt in years.

He stepped into the bathroom, the cool air invigorating against his skin. As he turned on the shower, Damien let the water pour over him, each drop energizing him further. His routine was disciplined, meticulous, but today, there was an added purpose—a sense of anticipation. He selected his favorite cologne, the scent deep and musky, something that matched his aura of dominance. After drying off, Damien donned a crisp, black outfit that emphasized his strong physique—a tailored shirt that fit snugly against his shoulders, paired with dark slacks and a watch that glinted subtly on his wrist. The outfit spoke of strength and command, qualities that were so deeply ingrained in his very being.

Once dressed, he strode into his kitchen, grabbing a quick espresso before heading out. As he settled into the luxurious leather seat of his car, Damien couldn’t help the smile that crept back onto his lips. He thought of Seungmin—those shy glances, the way he seemed so unaware of how easily he captivated people. That innocence had carved its way into Damien’s thoughts, and he knew it would stay there.

The car glided smoothly through the streets, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel as he imagined how the day might unfold. Damien had always been known for his intimidating presence, his ruthless reputation a shield he wore with pride. Yet, today, he found himself feeling something close to excitement—a rare flutter in his chest at the thought of seeing Seungmin again, of catching his gaze from across the office floor.