[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

ch 49

Seungmin's POV

My breath wouldn't come steady.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, palms gripping the edges of the sink, knuckles white, chest heaving like I'd run miles. But I hadn't moved. Not really. Just from the front door to here... yet it felt like my entire world had tilted.

My fingers trembled as I turned on the tap. Cold water rushed out, splashing over my hands, my face, my neck-but it wasn't enough.

It didn't wash it away.

The memory. His face.
The pain.

It felt like hands around my throat. That same helpless feeling crawling up my spine, whispering, you're not safe.

I gasped, gripping the sink tighter, trying to ground myself.

But nothing worked. Not the silence. Not the cold water. Not the way I told myself it was the past.

Because the past was standing at the door just a min ago.

And my body remembered.

My hands were shaking so bad it took two tries to unlock my phone. My thumb hovered over one contact.

Damien.

I didn't think twice. I pressed the call button.

The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.

God, please pick up.

And then-click.

His deep voice came through, calm and smooth. "Seungmin?"

My lip trembled. "D-Damien..."

Just his name. But it was enough.

The silence on the other end changed instantly, sharpened, thickened like a blade pulled from its sheath.

"What happened?"

My throat closed up. I didn't want to sound weak. But I was weak in that moment. I swallowed and whispered, "I-I saw someone... from before."

Another pause. Not long. But I could feel it.

Damien was no longer the composed, elegant man at a business meeting.

He was something else now.
Something deadly.

"Lock the door. Don't move. I'm coming."

Click.

Just like that, the call ended. And I knew...

He'd burn down the world just to reach me.

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Damien's POV

The meeting was in full swing. Multi-million dollar foreign investors. Suits, charts, handshakes, and fake smiles.

I was the king of the table. Commanding. Cold. Untouchable.

Until my phone buzzed.

I saw the name flash on screen. Seungmin.

And suddenly, nothing else mattered.

"Excuse me," I said smoothly, rising from my chair without expression. I turned slightly, away from the eyes of the room, and answered the call.

The moment I heard his voice, soft, shaky, almost broken, I stopped breathing.

He never called during my meetings. He never sounded like this. Not my Seungmin.