[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

ch 52

Damien's P.O.V

The cold night air bit at my skin as I left Bangchan’s mansion, the heavy weight of their confession pressing down on me like a suffocating fog. I slid into my car, the engine’s roar barely matching the storm inside my chest. The truth burned through my veins, Seungmin’s past wasn’t just a shadow. It was a nightmare. Kidnapped, beaten, tortured by the very people I had just confronted.

My grip clenched tighter around the steering wheel, knuckles pale, my breath shallow and ragged. How had I missed the signs? The fear that flickered in Seungmin’s eyes, the haunted silence beneath his calm, it all made sense now, and it made my blood boil.

I thought I knew him, protected him. But there were scars buried deeper than I’d ever imagined, scars left by those bastards who called themselves my close ones . And now, I was seething with one dark, burning need, to keep Seungmin safe. To keep those monsters as far away from him as I possibly could.

Every mile I drove back felt like a promise, no one would ever hurt Seungmin again. Not while I was around. I’d kill them all if I had to. They were his past, and I am his future. And I wasn’t about to let anyone, especially my stepbrother and his boyfriends, destroy that future.

When I finally pulled up to the penthouse, the silence inside wrapped around me, but it no longer felt peaceful. It was a battlefield. And I was ready to fight.

I parked my car with a rough turn, the cold metal of the steering wheel still pressing into my palms as I forced myself to breathe. The city lights blurred through the windshield, but all I could think about was the fragile figure waiting for me inside, Seungmin, with a deep breath, I get off from the car and went to the elevator, my expression still dark , replaying the moments again and again until the elevator door opened.

Pushing open the penthouse door, the faint hum of the night greeted me. The apartment was silent, except for the soft, even breaths coming from the bedroom. There, curled up beneath the blankets, Seungmin lay peacefully asleep. His face was relaxed, innocent even, pink lips slightly parted, eyelashes resting softly on pale cheeks.

The sight hit me harder than I expected. All the anger and rage simmering beneath the surface melted away for a moment, replaced by something deeper. Something terrifying. I fell in love all over again, but this time, it was darker, more possessive. More desperate.

I stepped closer, careful not to wake him, and the warmth of his sleeping form radiated through the thin blanket. My fingers itched to touch him, to promise him without words that I would never let anything harm him again.

Kneeling by the bed, I whispered into the quiet room, “I swear… no matter what it takes, no matter who stands in my way, I will keep you safe, Seungmin. I’ll kill anyone who dares to hurt you.”

That vow echoed in my chest, a dark promise born of obsession and love, two things I refused to separate anymore. For him, I would become a monster if I had to.

Seungmin stirred slightly but didn’t wake, and I stayed by his side until the night bled into morning, my resolve burning brighter than ever.

Morning 

The first light of dawn slipped through the sheer curtains, painting the penthouse in hues of pale gold and soft lavender. The city outside was slowly waking, but inside this quiet sanctuary, time seemed to slow to a gentle crawl.

I was curled behind him, Seungmin’s body pressed against mine like a fragile flame I was desperate to shield. His breath was slow, steady, lulling me with a calm I hadn’t known I needed so badly. His skin was warm beneath my fingers as I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, spooning him in a way that was less about possession and more about protection.

He didn’t know, couldn’t know, that I already carried the weight of his past on my shoulders. The dark memories, the pain he had endured, the brutal hands that had once torn him apart, I know all of it now but i will not tell him that i know his past . Because I refused to make him afraid again. This was my promise: no more shadows in his life, no more terror haunting his quiet moments.

I will keep him safe .

I traced slow, soothing patterns along his arm, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath my touch. Each breath he took felt like a fragile hope blossoming between us.

When he shifted slightly in his sleep, I tightened my hold without waking him. His soft, dark hair fell across his forehead, and the peaceful expression on his face made my heart ache in the most beautiful way. I found myself falling deeper, losing myself in the quiet intimacy of this stolen morning.

The world outside could wait.

Eventually, I slid out of bed carefully, careful not to disturb the fragile calm. I moved to the kitchen, the silence of the penthouse wrapping around me like a cloak. I reached for the ingredients to make Seungmin’s favorite Korean dishes, simple comfort food that reminded him of home, of warmth, of safety.

The kitchen filled with the gentle sizzling of food and the fragrant aroma of garlic and sesame oil. I found a strange comfort in these small acts, the way they connected me to him in a way words never could. I was no longer just Damien, the businessman with ruthless control and icy composure. I was Damien, the guardian of a broken soul, the man who would fight monsters to keep his love alive.

As I prepare breakfast while humming softly, I felt arms around my waist and immediately it bought smile to my lips and I glanced over my shoulder, looking at the love of my life , Seungmin.

"Good morning" Seungmin whispered softly, making my heart flutter at his sweet tone and I turned around to face him , wrapping my arms around his waist " good morning to u too love , slept well ?

I whispered softly with a smile as he returned the smile and nods gently making me gently run my fingers through his hair before I noticed him wearing my hoodie that fall till his mid thighs , and suddenly I felt myself getting hard before turning seungmin around and makes him sit down on the chair " sit here baby , I will bring breakfast"

I said softly , clearing my throat before turning back to the stove , this cute men is going to be my death , and if he is the reason of my death then he will become the most beautiful one.

As soon as I prepared the breakfast I carefully served the breakfast and sits besides him and we are in silence , no words were needed. In every glance, every breath, every gentle touch, I made a vow: I would keep him safe. I would be the wall between him and any darkness that dared come near.

And if anyone ever tried to hurt him again, if those bastards from his past dared to step into our world, I would become their nightmare.

Because this time, Seungmin isn't alone.