Beneath the Surface I Seungsung [✓]

Chapter 17

Seungmin had no time for regrets the next morning.

His alarm blared at 6 a.m., pulling him out of a restless sleep. The faint scent of Jisung’s cologne still clung to his shirt, a sharp reminder of the choices he had made the night before. He gritted his teeth as he stepped into the shower, the cold water shocking him back to reality.

This couldn’t go on. He needed to focus.

Seungmin arrived at the Kim Corporation headquarters an hour later, his sharp suit and stern expression masking the turmoil beneath. His secretary, greeted him at the elevator with a clipboard in hand.

“You have a meeting with the board at 9, then a lunch meeting with the developers,” she said, falling into step beside him. “Oh, and I confirmed your attendance at the charity gala tomorrow night.”

“Fine,” Seungmin replied curtly, his mind already spinning with plans for the day.

But as the elevator doors closed, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down and froze.

Jisung: You left in a hurry. Miss me already?

Seungmin clenched his jaw, quickly locking the screen before his secretary could see.

“Something wrong, sir?” his secretary asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“Nothing important,” Seungmin said, his tone colder than he intended. “Focus on the schedule.”

But Jisung’s message lingered in the back of his mind like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

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Across the city, Jisung leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at his lips as he stared at his phone. He knew Seungmin wouldn’t respond—not during work hours, anyway. But it was fun to get under his skin.

A knock at his office door pulled his attention. Chan, his closest friend and CFO, stepped inside with a folder in hand.

“You’re unusually cheerful this morning,” Chan observed, raising an eyebrow. “Let me guess—another successful negotiation?”

“Something like that,” Jisung replied smoothly, tucking his phone into his pocket.

Chan didn’t press further, instead placing the folder on Jisung’s desk. “Here’s the report on the Kim Corporation’s latest merger. They’re expanding into the luxury market, and it’s going to put pressure on our retail division.”

Jisung’s smirk faded, replaced by the sharp focus that made him a force to be reckoned with in the business world.

“Good,” he said, flipping through the report. “I wouldn’t want Seungmin to think I’m going easy on him.”

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The charity gala the next evening was a spectacle of wealth and influence, a glittering event where every smile was a negotiation and every handshake a potential alliance. Seungmin arrived early, his presence commanding attention as he navigated the room with practiced ease.

But the moment Jisung walked in, the air seemed to shift.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his confidence radiating like a spotlight. He spotted Seungmin almost immediately, their eyes locking across the room.

Seungmin quickly looked away, forcing himself to focus on the conversation at hand. But Jisung wasn’t the type to be ignored.

It didn’t take long before Seungmin felt a presence behind him.

“You look tense,” Jisung’s low voice murmured in his ear. “Nervous about something?”

Seungmin turned, his glare sharp enough to cut. “Not now, Jisung.”

Jisung chuckled, stepping closer under the guise of adjusting his cufflinks. “Relax. I’m just here to enjoy the party.”

But as the evening went on, Seungmin found it harder and harder to ignore Jisung’s gaze following him, the sly smirk that seemed to appear every time their paths crossed.

And when they inevitably found themselves alone on the balcony, the city lights stretching out before them, Seungmin realized he had walked right into Jisung’s trap.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Seungmin said, his voice low.

Jisung leaned against the railing, his expression unreadable. “You’re the one who keeps showing up.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.

And then Jisung closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against Seungmin’s ear as he whispered, “Tell me to stop.”

Seungmin’s breath hitched. He should. He needed to.

But he didn’t.

Well I'll try to update more often since I want this story to finish quickly. Or maybe I should make this story longer. Btw I was thinking of making a one shot story. Seungmin x Stray Kids one shots. I love bottom seungmin lol. Let me know what you guys think.

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