[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

ch 48

Seungmin's P.OV

The moment I saw him… everything inside me stopped.

Jeongin...

My breath. My heartbeat. My thoughts.

I just stood there—barefoot, blanket slipping from my shoulders like my body had forgotten how to hold anything. My fingers trembled. My knees locked. My throat burned with silence. And all I could do was stare.

It was like being hit by a wave I couldn’t see coming. One moment, I was warm, tucked inside the calm Damien had built around me. The next… I was right back in that darkness. The fear. The pain. The helplessness.

He looked the same. Too much the same. And that alone made my stomach twist.

A nightmare, standing on the threshold of my peace.

My lungs refused to work properly, as if the air in the penthouse had turned to smoke. My chest rose and fell too fast, but no oxygen made it through. Every part of me screamed to move, to run, to do something but I was frozen. My body didn’t feel like mine. Just this tense, trembling shell of who I thought I’d become.

And the worst part?

My mind started playing tricks on me.

Flashes. Brutal, ugly flashes. The times I’d curled up in corners, holding my ribs because I couldn’t scream. The way they used to grab me, push me, spit words so sharp they cut deeper than fists ever could. The nights I stayed silent because I didn’t want to wake the monster. The cold floor. The bruises.

My skin prickled, every scar, emotional or not suddenly wide open again. I could feel every hit. Every shove. Every helpless second.

I didn’t even realize I had stopped breathing.

There was a sound. Their voice maybe. I didn’t hear the words, only the tone. Smooth. Like they hadn’t done anything wrong. Like I was supposed to just stand there and let them back into my life.

No.

No.

My hand moved before my brain did.

With every ounce of strength I had, I slammed the door shut, so hard it shook in the frame. My palm hit the lock, twisting it with a shaking grip, then the latch. Then I took two stumbling steps back, hand still on the door, just in case.

I stood there, staring at the wood like it would vanish if I blinked.

My heart was racing. No, thrashing. Like it was trying to escape my chest. My mouth was dry. My eyes burned. And I couldn’t stop shaking.

The morning had felt peaceful. Warm. Mine.

And now, it was ruined.

I slid down the door slowly, knees hitting the floor. I pulled my arms around myself, trying to find warmth where there was none. The blanket was somewhere behind me, but I couldn’t reach for it. Couldn’t move. I pressed my forehead to my knees, trying to pull my breathing back under control.

But my mind kept whispering:

What was he doing here? How did he find me?

I thought I had escaped. I thought I had left that life behind.

But sometimes… nightmares don’t wait for you to fall asleep.

Jeongin’s POV

The door opened.
And my world cracked.

I didn’t expect it—didn’t believe it at first.

I didn’t expect to see him again.
Not like this. Not here.

The door swung open, and suddenly, the air around me turned thick and suffocating.

My eyes locked on his face—and everything else disappeared.

Seungmin.

Fuck.

For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. Thought maybe all those sleepless nights, all those damn memories finally pushed me off the edge. But no.
It was him.

Fresh from the shower, wrapped in a blanket that slipped down his arms. His skin still damp. His lips parted in soft confusion. His eyes, those eyes, wide with disbelief. But beneath that, I saw it. Clear as day.

Fear.

Raw. Terrified.

The kind of fear you don’t fake.
The kind that comes from remembering what someone did to you.

My stomach dropped.
Everything went still. Even my breath.

Because in that instant, I wasn’t a man standing in front of a penthouse door. I was a monster staring down the boy we once kept locked away like he wasn’t even human.

And he remembers.

I saw it in how his hands shook, how his whole body tensed like he was seconds away from collapsing. The horror in his eyes punched a hole through my chest. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

All I could do was stand there, frozen in my own shame.

Memories hit me like gunfire—
The cold warehouse.
His cries.
The blood.
The bruises.
The way we used to laugh like it was just another job.

And now?
Now I wanted to crawl out of my skin.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His silence screamed louder than anything.
And right before I could say something anything ,he slammed the door shut. The lock clicked immediately after.

I didn’t blame him.

I stared at the wood in front of me, heart pounding so violently it echoed in my ears. My throat burned with the words I never said back then, sorry, I didn’t stop myself, I should’ve—

But sorry wouldn’t undo anything.
And now, looking at him… cozy, soft, alive—

But...

Why the hell was he in Damien’s penthouse?

This wasn’t just a rich boy’s home.

This was Damien’s.

Bang Chan’s stepbrother , my boyfriend's stepbrother . The man with too many secrets and more power than sense.

What the fuck was Seungmin doing here?

Living with him?
Was Damien keeping him now?

The thought made my skin crawl.

But more than confusion, more than jealousy… guilt poisoned everything.
Because I knew what I’d done, and with a confused look and heavy heart, I walked away...