[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

ch 47

As the morning came , sunlight crept in slowly, like a lover tracing fingers across skin - warm , soft and patient. It lit up the room in a honey glow , making everything feel quieter...softer....alive . The golden silence of dawn was gently broken by the sweet chirping of birds , their voice rising like a song written for the morning , it felt like nature humming its own love story just outside the window .

With a soft grunt , Seungmin finally woke up from his sweet, peaceful sleep , rubbing his eyes , while yawning and sitting up , before wincing softly , feeling sore from yesterday night activities, making his cheeks flushed " idiot fucking me dumb then making me walk like a grandma" Seungmin thought as a smile crept on his lips, before he shook his head and looks to the side , noticing Damien is not here , instead he found a note on the nightstand, making him curious and stretches his arm , taking the note . The note says.

" Morning sleepyhead <3
I had to leave early for a meeting, yeah life's cruel .
But trust me ..nothing in the boardroom could ever compare to waking up next to u ;)
And dont worry I'll be back in the evening, try not to miss me so much

Love you sweetheart ~

As he read the note , he felt his face heating up again , his cheeks turning red making him look like a tomato, Damien's words had such effect on him , that he felt his heart fluttering, a shy smile unknowingly coming on his lips before he neatly fold the note and put it in the drawer then gets up from the bed , stretching his arms while walking towards the bathroom like a grandma....iykyk ;)

After some time...

The scent of fresh soap still lingered on Seungmin’s skin as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying the ends of his damp hair before tossing it aside. And then picking up Damien's hoodie from the couch , the oversized hoodie Damien had left on the couch hung comfortably over his frame, sleeves slipping past his wrists, swallowing his fingers in soft cotton. The penthouse was quiet—eerily so, but not in a bad way. It felt… safe.

He padded across the marble floor barefoot, hair still a little wet, as he entered the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee—something sweet and light. The warm mug nestled in his palms as he then left the kitchen and went to the living room sitting on the couch comfortably curling up on the couch, blanket dragged over his legs.

A movie played on the screen, but he wasn’t really watching. His fingers danced over the screen of his phone, mindlessly scrolling. He liked the silence. It made him feel like he was finally… healing.

This life with Damien, it was unexpected. Messy. Intense. But also comforting in ways that caught him off guard. The man was cold, commanding, impossible to read, but when the walls came down, even for a moment, Seungmin saw something achingly gentle beneath the layers. Something worth holding onto.

He hummed softly as he sipped on his coffee , the faint music playing from the movie’s credits, and the distant sound of city life outside, it all blended into a lull, until—

Ding-dong.

Seungmin blinked, head tilting slightly. The bell cut through the silence so sharply, it almost startled him. He sat up straighter, heart giving a soft thump.

“Damien?” he murmured to himself, glancing at the clock.

No, it wasn’t evening yet. Damien said he’d be home later, and he never changed plans without letting Seungmin know. A slight frown formed between his brows.

Still, without overthinking, Seungmin stood, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders and walking to the door. Maybe a delivery?

He pressed the intercom, but the screen was black. Odd.

Something in his gut shifted. A quiet twist.

He opened the door.

And froze.

The warmth drained from his face, eyes widening as his breath caught in his throat. The blanket slipped slightly from his shoulders.

His gaze locked with the last person he ever expected to see. The air turned heavy, heart pounding hard against his ribcage like it was trying to escape.

A ghost. From a time he tried so hard to bury.

From the pain he thought he’d finally escaped.

He took a shaky step back, lips parting, no words came.

All the air in the penthouse had vanished.

And all Seungmin could do was stare.