[ Kidnap ] Seungmin x skz ff~~

ch 53

Bangchan P.O.V

The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a muted glow over the mansion’s marble floors. But inside, everything still felt heavy. Like the night had never ended.

"Hyung, sit still!" Hyunjin scolded, holding my wrist as he tried to wrap the bandage tighter over the bruises that decorated my jaw and neck.

I flinched. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Minho growled, coming in with an ice pack and a storm in his eyes. “He nearly broke your jaw.”

"He stopped after that," I muttered, half to myself, staring at the wall. “He could’ve gone further but he didn’t.”

“But why would you even say that to him?” Changbin’s voice was low, restrained, pacing the floor like a lion ready to snap. “You knew you were playing with fire.”

“I had to,” I said quietly, teeth clenched. “It was the only way to get something out of him.”

Jisung scoffed from the side. “You mean provoke him until he almost killed you? Good job.”

I didn’t respond.

Because I had seen it in Damien’s eyes last night, the sheer rage, the feral protection. Like Seungmin was something sacred… something his.

"Do you think they are dating?.." Felix murmered which was audible to me and others , for a moment I stayed silent and my mind filling up with questions.

Are they dating?
How seungmin end up in Damien's penthouse?
Who is he to Damien ?
Why Damien was so protective over him ?

I let out a soft groan as these questions made my head hurt and without wasting my time , I took my phone from the side table and sends my stepbrother a message.

>Bangchan

We need to talk.
Meet me tonight , club on 4th Street
Alone.
I want to know what seungmin is to u.

After sending the message I put my phone back , waiting for my stepbrother to text back.

~~

The message popped up just as Damien stepped out of the shower, towel low on his waist, hair dripping. The screen glowed on the nightstand, catching his attention and he walked over towards the nightstand, picking up his phone and unlocking it seeing the message from his stepbrother.

> Bangchan:
We need to talk.
Meet me tonight. Club on 4th street.
Alone.
I want to know what Seungmin is to you.

Damien stared at it. Silent.
His jaw clenched, the water trailing down his back now turning cold.

He hate how his stepbrother dared to say Seungmin’s name like it belonged on their tongue, after everything they did to him in past , he wants to rip them apart but...

He took a breath. Deep. Measured. Controlled—barely.

A part of him wanted to ignore it. Another part wanted to storm their mansion again and finish what he started.

But no.

This time… he wanted answers full detailed answers.

He walked into the bedroom quietly seeing Seungmin was already asleep, curled into a pillow, wearing Damien’s hoodie, small fingers barely peeking from the sleeves. That face, so soft, so peaceful, it grounded the storm building in Damien’s chest.

He then looked back at the message and , typed slowly.

> Damien:
Fine.
I’ll be there.
9 PM.
You better not waste my time.

He pressed send and tossed the phone back on the bed, eyes never leaving Seungmin’s face, as he moved closer to the bed , kneeling beside the bed , his soft gaze still on his lover .

“Just a little longer, baby…” he whispered, brushing hair off Seungmin’s forehead.
“I’ll clean up every shadow that ever touched you.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Seungmin’s temple, possessive and protective.

Tonight, he would go.
He would listen.
And if the answers weren’t enough...
Then blood would be.