[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

ch 43

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the spacious bedroom. The air was thick with warmth, with the remnants of last night still lingering in the sheets and on Seungmin’s flushed skin.

Slowly, his lashes fluttered open, his vision slightly blurry as he adjusted to the light. He lay still for a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of another person’s chest beside him.

Damien.

Seungmin’s heart skipped a beat.

Damien was still asleep.

His usually sharp, intimidating features were softened, lips slightly parted, dark lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. The way the morning light hit his face made him look ethereal—almost too beautiful to be real.

Seungmin bit his lip, his fingers twitching as he resisted the urge to reach out and trace the strong lines of Damien’s face. He wasn’t used to seeing Damien like this—so unguarded, so peaceful. It made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t explain.

Then, the memories of last night came flooding back.

His breath hitched.

The way Damien touched him. The way he whispered his name with reverence. The way he held him like he was something precious.

Seungmin’s face burned. He quickly turned away, hiding his expression in the pillow.

"Oh my god…" he mumbled under his breath, biting down on his lip.

His body ached—a dull, satisfying soreness that reminded him of everything they had done. Yet, despite that, there was no regret. Only warmth. Only the lingering traces of Damien’s touch that he found himself craving again.

"What are you doing to me…?" he whispered to himself, slowly pulling the covers away.

Carefully, he shifted, wincing slightly as he sat up. His legs trembled when he placed his feet on the cold floor, and he almost let out a whimper.

Sore.

He was sore, but not in a painful way.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up, limping slightly as he made his way to the bathroom, freshening up and wearing new clothes..which belongs to Damien .

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By the time Seungmin walked into the kitchen, the soreness had eased a little. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his limbs before grabbing some ingredients.

As he began preparing breakfast, his mind drifted.

Damien was different.

Seungmin had known that from the start, but last night had only proved it even more.

He wasn’t like the people from his past. He wasn’t cruel, or violent,  or forcing him into something he doesn't want.

He was real.

His touches, his kisses, the way he looked at him—it wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just possession.

It was something deeper.

Seungmin’s fingers trembled as he flipped the eggs in the pan.

"I’m falling for him, aren’t I?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of sizzling butter.

The thought should have terrified him. But it didn’t.

For the first time in years, he wasn’t scared of love.