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The CEO Collision - Part One
Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x CEO! reader (f)
Warnings / content for Part One: Suggestive content, angsty, alcohol consumption. Please note that other than Ateez, all other character names used are fictional.
Word Count: 10.4k
Masterlist for The CEO Collision
“Congratulations, Ms. Y/N,” your secretary said when you entered your office after your last meeting for the day, and the week as it was a Friday. “The investors seemed impressed.”
“Thank you, Nari,” you replied with a grin, gathering your stuff to put it in your bag. “Shouldn’t you be heading out soon for your date?”
Nari blushed. “Yunho pushed our reservation by half an hour to give me some time to get ready.”
You nodded. “That’s sweet of him. Have fun tonight,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “And tell Yunho I said hi.”
“Will do,” Nari said with a grin. “You’re heading straight home?”
“That’s the plan,” you replied, glancing at your phone to check the time. “I’m long overdue for a quiet night in.”
Nari chuckled. “Knowing you, you’ll end up working from home anyway.”
You smirked. “Probably, but at least I’ll be in my pajamas.”
“Fair point,” she said, walking you to the elevator. “Drive safe, Ms. Y/N.”
“You too. And don’t let Yunho distract you too much from dinner,” you teased as the elevator doors opened.
Nari blushed again, laughing as she waved goodbye. “No promises.”
The elevator doors closed, leaving you alone for the descent to the parking garage. You leaned against the wall, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The week had been productive but exhausting, and the promise of the weekend was the only thing that kept you going.
Once the elevator reached the basement, you stepped out and made your way to your car. The quiet hum of the nearly empty garage was oddly comforting as you unlocked the sleek black sedan that your father had insisted you drive.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, you tossed your bag onto the passenger side and started the engine. The low purr was satisfying, a reminder of all the hard work that had brought you here. As you pulled out of the parking lot, the city lights began to blur together in a comforting glow against the evening sky.
The drive home was uneventful, the streets gradually growing quieter as you moved away from the bustling business district. By the time you reached the gates of your family’s estate, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and purple.
The gates opened automatically as you approached, and you drove down the winding driveway toward the sprawling mansion. Parking in your usual spot, you turned off the car and sat there for a moment, staring at the grand facade of your childhood home.
With a resigned sigh, you grabbed your bag and stepped out of the car, making your way to the front door. One of the house staff greeted you with a polite smile as you entered.
“Welcome home, Ms. Y/N. Dinner will be served shortly.”
You nodded in acknowledgment, slipping off your heels as you made your way inside. The comforting aroma of your mother’s cooking wafted through the air, and despite your exhaustion, a small part of you looked forward to the meal.
As you approached the dining room, you heard the faint hum of conversation and your twin brother’s unmistakable laughter.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” your twin, Hongjoong, teased without looking up.
Rolling your eyes, you walked over and ruffled his perfectly styled hair, earning a sharp protest.
“Ugh, stop that!” he grumbled, swatting your hand away.
“Can’t help it,” you replied with a smirk as you took your seat. “You look too polished. Someone has to keep you grounded.”
He huffed, running his fingers through his hair to fix it, muttering under his breath about how annoying you were.
“Kids, behave,” your mother said with a fond smile as the staff began serving dinner.
You glanced at the spread—steaming platters of food, perfectly arranged salads, and freshly baked buns. Despite the lavish meal, your mind was still buzzing with thoughts of work.
“How was your day, dear?” your mother asked, her tone warm while she watched you fill up your plate.
“It went really well,” you replied, a sense of pride creeping into your voice. “We had our investor meeting today for the new line of medical imaging devices, and they were impressed. They’ve agreed to back us for the next phase of development.”
“That’s wonderful news,” your father said, setting down his fork to look at you. “This could be a game-changer for your company.”
“It will be,” you said confidently, picking up your glass of water. “The potential applications are huge, and with their support, we’ll be able to expand production globally.”
Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought you’d be burnt out by now. You’ve been working on that pitch for weeks.”
You shrugged, taking a sip of water. “I won’t lie, it’s been exhausting. But seeing the results today made it worth it.”
“Hard work always pays off,” your father said approvingly. “You’ve done an excellent job, Y/N.”
Your mother beamed with pride. “I knew you’d pull it off. You’ve always had a knack for making things happen.”
“Well, let’s just hope the development phase goes as smoothly,” you said, though the smile on your face didn’t waver.
Dinner buzzed with lively conversation as the dishes were passed around. Stories from work, jokes, and plans for the weekend filled the air. You felt the week’s exhaustion slowly ebb away as the comfortable rhythm of family time took over.
“So, Joong,” your father said casually, turning to your brother. “Are you heading to Mingi’s bar later tonight? Seonghwa mentioned the two of you were planning to catch up over drinks.”
Hongjoong shrugged, chewing on a bite of salmon. “He brought it up earlier, but I haven’t decided yet. Why?”
Your father leaned back in his chair, his expression growing more serious. “I spoke with Seonghwa’s parents today.”
The mood at the table shifted subtly, your mother straightening her posture and Hongjoong setting down his fork.
“Oh?” your brother said cautiously. “What about?”
Your father hesitated for a moment, as though choosing his words carefully. Then, he said, “Their company has been struggling for a while now. They came to us with a… suggestion.”
“What kind of suggestion?” you asked, sensing where this might be headed but hoping you were wrong.
Your father looked directly at you. “They’ve asked for your hand in marriage, Y/N.”
The words hung in the air like a thunderclap.
“What?” you said, your voice sharper than you intended.
Hongjoong gaped, clearly just as blindsided at hearing that his bestfriend would possibly marry his twin sister. “Wait, hold on. You’re joking, right?”
Your father shook his head. “They believe a marriage between you and Seonghwa would secure both families’ futures. It would strengthen the partnership and stabilize their company.”
“This is ridiculous,” you snapped, your appetite vanishing. “You can’t be serious.”
“It’s not as bad as you think,” your mother interjected softly. “You and Seonghwa already know each other since high school. It wouldn’t be like starting from scratch.”
“That’s exactly the problem!” you exclaimed. “We know each other too well, and it’s not good!”
Well, your relationship with Seonghwa was complicated. In simpler words, you hated each other.
Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. Strongly dislike?
You and Seonghwa have history, though.
And it hurts every time you see him.
“Y/N,” your father said firmly, “this is bigger than personal feelings. Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made for the greater good.”
Hongjoong was not amused, his voice rising. “You’re really going to force her into this? Without even discussing it with her first?”
“We’re discussing it now,” your father replied, his tone calm but unyielding.
You felt a wave of anger and disbelief crash over you. “Discussing? You’ve already decided, haven’t you?”
Your mother avoided your gaze, and your father’s silence was confirmation enough.
Hongjoong’s jaw clenched. “This is insane.”
“You’re being dramatic,” your father said. “This arrangement will benefit everyone.”
“I’m not doing it,” you said through gritted teeth, pushing your chair back. “You can’t make me.”
“Y/N—” your mother started, but you were already on your feet, your heart pounding with fury.
“I need some air,” you muttered before storming out of the dining room, leaving your stunned family behind.
The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stepped into the garden, the faint glow of lanterns lighting the cobblestone path. The neatly trimmed hedges and rows of blooming flowers framed the vast space, but your focus was on the gazebo ahead—a sanctuary of peace amid the chaos of the evening.
You made your way to it and sat down on the wooden bench inside. The gazebo overlooked the koi pond, its surface rippling gently under the moonlight. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within you.
Marriage. To him.
The thought alone made your chest tighten. You pressed your hands against your lap, fingers gripping the fabric of your dress. Your mind, against your will, drifted to the past.
It was senior year of college, a warm night like this one, and a party full of red cups, blaring music, and friends urging you to drink. You and Seonghwa had both been there, circling each other with that same mix of irritation and curiosity that had always defined your relationship.
You remembered the alcohol-fueled courage that led to a heated argument in the kitchen, which somehow turned into shared laughter and then lips moving against each other, and then…
You shook your head, willing the memory to stop, but it continued. The two of you in his dimly lit bedroom, a tangle of limbs and whispers, hands all over each other, bare skin to bare skin, the lines of hatred blurring for a brief moment. And then, the next morning.
The hurt welled up as you recalled how he had acted like nothing had happened, brushing it off as though it had been meaningless. No acknowledgment, no apology—just an unspoken agreement to pretend it never occurred.
Your nails dug into your palms as the emotions swirled. Hurt. Anger. Resentment.
Because that wasn’t the first time you spent the night in Seonghwa’s bed. It happened one more time the same year.
And again three years later when you both started a masters degree in the same university.
He reacted the exact same way, acting like this was all a mistake.
A soft knock on the wooden pillar of the gazebo startled you, pulling you back to the present.
You turned, and there he was—Park Seonghwa.
His tall figure was illuminated by the soft garden lights, and his dark suit clung to him perfectly, as always. His expression was unreadable, his eyes steady as they met yours.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice calm, though you could sense the tension beneath it.
Your heart skipped a beat, but you masked it with a glare. “Do I have a choice?”
Seonghwa’s lips curved into the faintest smirk as he stepped into the gazebo, his presence filling the small space. “Not really.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Why are you here?”
“I came to pick up your brother,” he said, leaning against one of the pillars. “But it seems like I stumbled into a family meeting instead.”
“You knew,” you accused, your voice sharp.
His brows furrowed. “Knew what?”
“About this ridiculous arrangement,” you snapped, standing abruptly. “About our parents trying to marry us off like some business merger.”
Seonghwa’s expression hardened. “You think I had a say in this?”
“You always seem to have a say in everything,” you shot back, the years of resentment bubbling to the surface.
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I found out this afternoon, Y/N. I’m just as blindsided as you are.”
You searched his face for any sign of deception, but all you saw was the same frustration you felt. It caught you off guard, and you lowered your gaze, the fight draining out of you.
“I’m not doing it,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.
Seonghwa’s voice softened slightly. “Neither am I. But you know how our families are. They won’t make this easy for us.”
You clenched your jaw, looking away. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, and for a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the garden’s serenity at odds with the turmoil in your hearts.
“I don’t want to marry you, Seonghwa,” you said finally, your voice trembling with honesty.
He hesitated, and when he spoke, his tone was quieter, almost resigned. “I know,” he murmured, loud enough for you to hear before he left you alone.
But for some reason, the way he said it didn’t bring you the relief you thought it would.
-x-x-x-
The soft clinking of cutlery and the murmur of polite conversation filled the sunlit dining room. The brunch spread before you was nothing short of extravagant, as was typical of any gathering hosted by your family. Freshly baked croissants, platters of fruit, and a variety of cheeses adorned the table, along with a selection of teas and juices.
Across from you sat Mr. and Mrs. Park, Seonghwa’s parents, their expressions warm despite the tension that lingered beneath the surface. Mrs. Park, ever elegant, wore a tailored pastel suit, her smile gentle as she sipped her tea. Mr. Park, though visibly tired, maintained his usual composed demeanor.
“Thank you for having us,” Mrs. Park said, glancing at you. “It’s always a pleasure to visit.”
“It’s always nice to see you, Mrs. Park,” you replied with a small smile, setting your cup down.
Your parents sat at the head of the table, exchanging pleasantries with the Parks, but the unspoken purpose of the brunch hung heavy in the air.
“How’s Seonghwa?” your mother asked casually, though there was a slight edge to her tone.
Mrs. Park hesitated, her smile faltering for a moment. “He… had a late night with Hongjoong and Mingi,” she said delicately. “He’s resting.”
You barely suppressed a scoff. Of course, he was. It wasn’t hard to imagine him nursing a hangover while his parents tried to salvage their family’s business.
“Oh yes,” your mother said, her expression neutral as she took a sip of her tea.
Mrs. Park quickly redirected the conversation. “Y/N, how is your work going? I heard about your recent success with the investors. That’s truly impressive.”
“Thank you,” you said, offering a polite smile. “It’s been a busy few weeks, but the results were worth it.”
“You’ve always been so driven,” Mrs. Park said fondly. “It’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in her voice. Mrs. Park had always been kind to you, treating you almost like a second daughter. The thought of her struggling because of their company’s financial issues tugged at something in your chest.
As the conversation continued, Mr. Park cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “We won’t pretend this isn’t a difficult situation,” he said, his tone steady but tinged with exhaustion. “Our company… it’s been challenging, to say the least. We’ve explored every option we can think of this past two years, but this marriage proposal seemed like the best path forward—for both our families.”
Your father nodded, his expression serious. “It’s not ideal, but it’s a way to ensure stability.”
Mrs. Park turned to you, her gaze soft. “Y/N, I know this isn’t fair to you. If there were another way, we wouldn’t even consider asking this of you. But… we’re out of options.”
The vulnerability in her voice made your heart ache. You had known the Parks for years, and they had always treated you with warmth and respect. The thought of them losing everything felt deeply unfair.
“I understand,” you said quietly, your hands resting on your lap. “You and Mr. Park have always been kind to me, and I appreciate that more than I can say. If marrying Seonghwa is what it takes to help your family, then… I’ll consider it.” A silence fell over the table, broken only by the soft chirping of birds outside. “But…” you continued, “I would like to get to know Seonghwa a bit more first.”
Mrs. Park’s eyes filled with gratitude, and she reached out to place a hand over yours. “Thank you, Y/N. You have no idea what this means to us.”
Your father looked at you with a mix of surprise and approval, while your mother’s expression remained unreadable.
But as you sat there, a quiet determination settling over you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you would face Seonghwa after this—and whether he would ever understand why you made this choice.
You had a soft spot when it came to him. Perhaps that’s why it was so easy for you to at least agree to try?
Later in the day, you were sat on the plush couch in your room, a glass of wine in your hand as you recounted the whirlwind of the past 24 hours to your best friend. Across from you, Yeri was curled up in an armchair, her eyes wide with interest as you spoke.
When you finished, she let out a low whistle, her jaw dropping slightly. “So, let me get this straight,” she said, leaning forward. “You’re basically engaged to CEO Park Seonghwa?”
“Uh, no,” you replied with a sigh, twirling the stem of your wine glass between your fingers. “I asked to get to know him, Yeri. It’s… complicated.”
Yeri tilted her head thoughtfully, her expression surprisingly calm. “It doesn’t sound like you’re entirely against it, though. The idea of marrying him, I mean.”
You blinked at her, caught off guard. “You’re not going to yell at me about how unfair this is?”
She shrugged, offering you a small smile. “Don’t get me wrong, I think the whole ‘arranged marriage for the sake of business’ thing is ridiculous. But honestly, Y/N, it might not be the worst thing in the world.”
Your brows furrowed. “How can you say that? You know how I feel about him.”
Yeri sighed, setting her glass down on the coffee table. “I know Seonghwa’s a sore spot for you, and I know your history with him isn’t exactly… ideal. But it’s been nearly four years since the last time you were with him, you both are thirty years old, and his parents are struggling and this can help them. If your families think this is the best way to secure the future, it might be worth considering.”
You stared at her, unsure whether to feel betrayed or grateful. “You’re awfully calm about all this.”
“Because I know you,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “You wouldn’t even be entertaining this idea if you didn’t care. You’ve always had a soft spot for people in need, poor or rich, and as much as you hate to admit it, you care about his family. Plus…” She paused, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “It’s not like Seonghwa’s hard to look at.”
“Yeri!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow at her.
She laughed, dodging the pillow easily. “I’m just saying! If you have to be stuck in a marriage of convenience, at least it’s with someone who looks like him. You must admit, he speaks so eloquently too.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re too stubborn for your own good,” she shot back. “Look, I’m not saying this is going to be easy. But maybe it’s an opportunity to start fresh. You’ve spent so much energy hating him—maybe it’s time to let some of that go?”
You bit your lip, her words hitting closer to home than you wanted to admit. “It’s not that simple, Yeri.”
“I know it’s not,” she said gently. “But you’re one of the strongest people I know, and if anyone can make this work, it’s you.”
You let out a long sigh, setting your glass down. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Yeri leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with determination. “You start by surviving this engagement thing or getting to know him whatever-thing. And when the time comes, I’ll be there to make sure your wedding is the event of the century. Deal?”
A small laugh escaped you as you reached for your wine glass again. “Deal.”
“To new beginnings,” Yeri said, raising her glass in a toast.
“To surviving this mess,” you replied, clinking your glass against hers.
-x-x-x-
The hum of activity filled your office as you reviewed the latest reports from your team. The success of the investor meeting last week had set a positive tone, and you were determined to keep the momentum going.
Your phone buzzed against your desk, drawing your attention away from the document in front of you. Frowning slightly, you reached for it and saw a message from Seonghwa.
Seonghwa: Dinner tonight? Let’s talk.
Your breath hitched, your heart racing despite yourself. You hesitated, staring at the screen for a moment before typing a reply.
You: What time?
The response came almost immediately.
Seonghwa: 7 PM? I’ll pick you up.
You: Sounds good
You set your phone down, trying to focus on your work, but your thoughts were already elsewhere. The idea of sitting across from him at a dinner table was… unsettling. After years of tension, could the two of you even hold a decent conversation?
A knock on your office door pulled you from your thoughts. “Come in,” you called, smoothing your expression.
Nari walked in, holding a folder. “Here are the updated projections you asked for.”
“Thank you,” you said, taking the folder and setting it on your desk.
Nari hesitated for a moment, glancing at your phone. “Are you okay, Ms. Y/N? You seem… distracted.”
You managed a smile. “I’m fine, just a lot on my mind.”
She nodded, not pressing further. “If you need anything, let me know.”
As she left, you leaned back in your chair, letting out a long sigh. You knew why Seonghwa had reached out. You were both navigating uncharted territory, and like it or not, you needed to give this a chance—for your families, if nothing else.
When the clock struck five, you grabbed your coat and bag, leaving the office with a sense of apprehension. As you headed to your car, you checked your phone again, confirming the time.
7 PM. Dinner with CEO Park Seonghwa.
Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you drove home to get ready. You weren’t sure if this dinner would bring any clarity, but one thing was certain: it was the start of a new chapter, whether you liked it or not.
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You stood in front of your floor-length mirror, smoothing the fabric of your black silk dress. It clung to your figure perfectly, the sleek design exuding elegance while still being understated enough for a dinner meeting. Your matching pumps completed the look, and you reached for your favorite necklace—a delicate silver chain with a tiny diamond pendant—fastening it around your neck.
As you finished applying a touch of lipstick, there was a knock at your bedroom door.
“Come in,” you called, setting the tube down on your vanity.
The door creaked open, and Hongjoong’s familiar face appeared. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his sharp suit slightly wrinkled, likely from a long day at work.
“You look nice,” he said, his tone light but his eyes watchful.
“Thanks,” you replied, turning back to the mirror to check your hair one last time.
“So…” he began, stepping further into the room. “Dinner with Seonghwa, huh? He’s waiting downstairs.”
You let out a soft sigh, turning to face him. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I just… wanted to check in.”
You arched a brow. “Check in? Since when do you ‘check in’?”
He smiled faintly, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that made your chest tighten. “Since my twin sister got roped into an engagement with my best friend, whom she’s barely been able to tolerate for the past decade.”
You crossed your arms, leaning against the edge of your vanity. “I’ll survive, Joong. It’s just dinner.”
“I know,” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. “But you’ve never told me why you and Seonghwa don’t get along. And now you’re supposed to marry him. I can’t help but worry about how this is going to work.”
You averted your gaze, focusing on the soft shimmer of your dress under the light. “It’s… complicated.” You couldn’t tell Hongjoong about the couple of times you slept with Seonghwa; he would be furious and you didn’t want any drama.
“It always is with you two,” he said, exhaling a laugh. “But you know you can talk to me, right? If there’s something I should know, I’m here.”
The sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten, but you forced a small smile. “I know. Thanks, Joong.”
He studied you for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. “You don’t have to do this, you know. If it’s too much—if it’s not what you want—mom and dad will understand.”
You shook your head, standing straighter. “It’s not about what I want. This is bigger than me, and you know it.”
Hongjoong sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I hate that you’re in this position. But if anyone can handle it, it’s you.”
You smiled faintly. “Thanks for the pep talk, coach.”
He grinned, standing and brushing invisible lint from his suit. “What are brothers for?”
As he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at you. “Be careful tonight, okay?”
“I will,” you promised, and with that, he left, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.
You turned back to the mirror, taking a deep breath. Your reflection stared back at you, poised but uncertain. This dinner wasn’t just a meal—it was the first step in navigating a path you never thought you’d take.
You descended the grand staircase of your family’s mansion, the soft clicking of your heels echoing against the marble floor. Your fingers brushed lightly against the ornate railing, and you forced yourself to remain calm, despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.
At the base of the stairs, Seonghwa stood with your mother, engaged in polite conversation. His smooth voice carried up to you, though you couldn’t make out his words.
It wasn’t until you were halfway down that his gaze shifted, locking onto you. His conversation with your mother faltered for a brief second, his eyes trailing up your figure with a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place.
You tried not to let his attention rattle you, but you couldn’t help noticing how sharp he looked tonight. He wore a silk white button-up shirt tucked neatly into tailored black slacks. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing just enough of his collarbone to add an air of casual charm.
There was a reason why Park Seonghwa was frequently labeled the most handsome and eligible bachelor CEO in the country. And tonight, it was painfully obvious why.
As you reached the last step, your mother turned to you with a warm smile. “Ah, there you are, darling. You look stunning.”
“Thank you, Mom,” you said, offering her a small smile. Your gaze flicked briefly to Seonghwa, who was still watching you. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity of his stare made your skin heat.
“Seonghwa’s been keeping me company while you were getting ready,” your mother said, her tone light and conversational.
“Good to know he’s capable of that,” you replied, unable to resist a teasing jab.
Seonghwa’s lips quirked upward in a small smirk. “I aim to impress.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the faint twitch of amusement at the corners of your mouth.
“Well,” your mother said, clasping her hands together, “you two should get going. Don’t keep your reservation waiting. Drive safe, Seonghwa.”
“Of course,” Seonghwa said smoothly, nodding toward the front door.
You paused mid-step, turning to him with a raised brow. “You’re driving?”
“I always do,” he replied, already pulling the keys from his pocket. “Why? Unless you’d rather drive yourself?”
You huffed softly, walking past him toward the front door. “Just try not to kill us.”
“I’ll do my best,” he quipped, following you outside.
The chrome silver sports car parked in the driveway was unmistakably his—sleek, polished, and oozing with understated wealth, much like its owner.
Seonghwa stepped ahead to open the passenger door for you, a gentlemanly gesture that caught you off guard. You slid into the seat without comment, the faint scent of leather and his cologne enveloping you.
Moments later, he was in the driver’s seat, starting the car with a low purr of the engine.
“This should be interesting,” he murmured, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes before shifting the car into gear and pulling out of the driveway. The soft hum of the engine filled the car as Seonghwa drove, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. You leaned against the window, watching as the glittering skyline of Seoul gradually faded into quieter roads and open spaces.
You frowned, glancing at him. “This doesn’t look like Gangnam or any of the other districts people like you usually frequent. Where are we going?”
He smirked, the faint glow of the dashboard highlighting his sharp profile. “Relax. You’ll like it.”
“Will I?” you shot back, your voice tinged with doubt. “CEOs like you go beyond Seoul?”
“You’re a CEO too,” Seonghwa chuckled, a low, amused sound that made you glance at him again. “Expensive doesn’t always mean good,” he said, his tone teasing. “Seems like the guys you’ve been with before just took you to the basics.”
You blinked, taken aback by his comment. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “What? It’s not my fault if your standards have been... uninspired.”
“Uninspired?” you repeated, your voice incredulous.
“You’ll see what I mean,” he replied smoothly, clearly enjoying your reaction.
You huffed, crossing your arms. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been to some of the best places in Seoul.”
“Good for you,” he said, his grin widening. “But tonight, I’m showing you something better.”
You bit back a retort, deciding it wasn’t worth the argument. Instead, you turned your attention back to the window as the car began winding up a steep hill.
Moments later, Seonghwa pulled into a small parking lot at the top. The restaurant in front of you was nothing like what you’d expected. It was simple yet elegant, with warm lanterns casting a golden glow on its wooden façade.
“This is where we’re eating?” you asked, unable to hide your surprise.
“One of my favorites,” he said, stepping out of the car. “Come on.”
You followed him inside, where the soft murmur of conversation and the faint aroma of freshly prepared dishes greeted you. The hostess bowed and led you down a quiet hallway to a private room at the end.
The room was intimate and tastefully decorated, with a low table surrounded by plush cushions. A large window stretched along one wall, offering a breathtaking view of Seoul’s twinkling lights below.
“Not bad, right?” Seonghwa said as he gestured for you to sit.
You hesitated for a moment before settling onto one of the cushions. “The view is… nice,” you admitted grudgingly.
He smirked, taking the seat opposite you. “I told you I know good places. You just had to trust me.”
A server arrived to pour tea and hand you both menus. As you glanced over the options, you couldn’t help stealing a glance at Seonghwa. He looked completely at ease, his sharp features softened by the warm glow of the room. For a brief moment, you wondered if there was more to him than the infuriating person you’d known for years.
As the server returned with the first round of dishes, you took a moment to admire the spread. The plates were elegantly arranged, and the aroma of fresh ingredients filled the room.
“This looks amazing,” you admitted, glancing at Seonghwa.
He smirked, leaning back against the cushion. “Told you I know good spots.”
You picked up your chopsticks and sampled one of the dishes, your eyes widening slightly at the burst of flavor. “Okay, I’ll give you this. The food is actually good.”
He chuckled, watching you with a satisfied expression. “You sound surprised.”
“Well, forgive me for underestimating someone who usually dines at places where the plates are more decorative than functional,” you quipped, a playful edge to your tone.
“Touché,” he replied, reaching for his glass of tea. “But I’ll have you know, I’ve always preferred places like this. The hype about fine dining is overrated.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’re saying that after all the times you’ve been photographed at Michelin-starred restaurants?”
He smirked. “Appearances. You know how it is.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue. After all, you’d played the same game for the sake of business and image.
As the meal progressed, the conversation turned unexpectedly candid.
“So,” you said, setting your chopsticks down for a moment, “why did you agree to this? The engagement, I mean.”
He met your gaze, his expression calm but serious. “Do I really have a choice? My company’s struggling, and our families are… insistent.”
“You could’ve said no,” you countered, tilting your head slightly.
“And let my parents deal with the fallout?” he said with a dry chuckle. “You know how they are. Saying no wasn’t really an option.”
You sighed, swirling the tea in your cup. “Yeah, I get that. My parents were just as persistent.”
There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his tone quieter. “What about you? Why didn’t you refuse?”
You hesitated, the memory of his parents’ heartfelt words at brunch flashing through your mind. “They’ve always been kind to me,” you admitted. “I couldn’t stand the thought of letting them down when they’re already dealing with so much.”
He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. “You really care about them, huh?”
You shrugged, uncomfortable with the shift in the conversation. “They were always good to me. That’s all.”
The server returned with dessert, a delicate plate of mochi and a pot of freshly brewed tea. Seonghwa gestured toward the dish. “Try the matcha one. It’s their specialty.”
You picked one up and took a small bite, nodding in approval. “Not bad.”
He laughed softly. “Not bad is high praise coming from you.”
You shot him a look but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.
As the meal wrapped up, Seonghwa glanced at the time and stood. “Ready to head back?”
You nodded, following him out to the car. The night air was crisp, and the stars were faintly visible against the dark sky.
Sliding into the passenger seat, you glanced at him as he adjusted the rearview mirror. “You didn’t drink tonight,” you noted.
He flashed a quick grin. “Someone had to drive.”
You smirked. “Responsible and considerate. Who knew?”
He chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot, the car humming softly as it began the descent back down the hill. “Don’t get used to it.”
The drive was quiet but not unpleasant. You found yourself stealing glances at him, surprised by the unexpected side of Seonghwa you’d seen tonight. He seemed focused on the road, his hands steady on the wheel, but his presence filled the quiet space between you.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he remarked after a while, glancing at you briefly before returning his attention to the road.
“Just… thinking,” you replied, shifting slightly in your seat.
He arched an eyebrow. “About what?”
You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to share your thoughts. “About tonight,” you said vaguely.
He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a small smile. “What about tonight? The food? The view? Or… me?”
You shot him a look, your cheeks warming slightly. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Too late,” he teased, the smirk not leaving his face.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to the window, watching the city lights grow brighter as you neared Seoul. “I was just surprised, that’s all. Tonight wasn’t what I expected.”
“In a good way, I hope?” he asked, his tone suddenly less teasing and more curious.
You didn’t answer immediately, considering your words carefully. “It was… different. I’ll leave it at that.”
He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Always so guarded. You haven’t changed much.”
The comment made you stiffen slightly, your gaze snapping back to him. “And you think you know me so well?”
“I’ve known you for years, Y/N,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “Maybe not everything about you, but enough to know how you are.”
The weight of his words hung in the air, stirring memories you’d long tried to bury. Memories of the nights you’d spent together in college, and the way he’d brushed it off as though it meant nothing.
You looked away, your voice quiet. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken tension, but Seonghwa didn’t push further.
As the car turned onto your family’s driveway, the mansion loomed ahead, its windows glowing warmly against the night. He pulled to a smooth stop near the front entrance, cutting the engine.
“Thanks for tonight,” you said, your voice a little more composed as you unbuckled your seatbelt.
He nodded, leaning back in his seat. “Anytime.”
You reached for the door handle but paused, glancing back at him. “Why did you take me there?”
He looked at you, his gaze steady. “Because I thought you deserved a real dinner, not something staged for appearances.”
The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond.
“Goodnight, Seonghwa,” you said finally, stepping out of the car before he could say anything else.
As you walked toward the door, you could feel his gaze on you, lingering like a question you weren’t ready to answer.
-x-x-x-
The week flew by in a whirlwind of meetings and deadlines, and before you knew it, Friday evening had arrived. You found yourself standing in front of your closet, deliberating on what to wear to Yeosang’s 30th birthday party.
The party was being held at Mingi’s bar, a sleek and exclusive venue that was a favorite among your social circle. Yeosang, who you had known since he was still crawling around in diapers, had insisted on a lively celebration, and you weren’t about to miss it.
You finally settled on a fitted, navy cocktail dress with subtle sequins that shimmered under the light, pairing it with silver heels. After one final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your clutch and headed out.
When you arrived, the bar was already buzzing with energy. A live DJ played upbeat music, and laughter and chatter filled the air. The space had been reserved entirely for the party, with a section of tables arranged for gifts and a custom cake shaped like a stethoscope and a scalpel—a nod to Yeosang’s career. His family owned a chain of hospitals and he was a fourth year resident in neurosurgery. His mother was the doctor that took care of your mom’s pregnancy with you and your twin.
“Y/N!”
You turned to see Yeosang himself, looking dashing in a tailored suit. He greeted you with a wide smile, pulling you into a warm hug.
“Happy birthday, Yeosang,” you said, handing him a small, elegantly wrapped gift.
“You didn’t have to, but thank you!” He beamed, placing the gift on the table before turning back to you. “You look amazing, by the way. Are you planning to steal the spotlight from me tonight?”
You laughed. “Hardly. This is your night, doctor.”
As you exchanged a few more pleasantries, Hongjoong appeared beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulder. “There you are,” he said. “I thought you’d back out last minute.”
“Not this time,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “It’s Yeosang’s 30th. How could I miss it?”
“Good,” Yeosang said, grinning. “Now, go grab a drink and have fun. You work too much, Y/N.”
You chuckled, nodding as you made your way to the bar.
At the counter, you spotted Nari sitting beside Yunho, her cheeks flushed as she laughed at something he had said. Yunho caught sight of you and waved.
“Y/N!” he called out. “Join us!”
You smiled and approached, Nari immediately scooting over to make room.
“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Nari said cheerfully, her tone more relaxed than usual. “Isn’t this place amazing?”
“It is,” you replied, ordering a drink. “Mingi always outdoes himself. You don’t need to use honorifics with me, Nari, we’re not at work.”
Nari nodded with a smile. “I’ll try.”
As you sipped your cocktail, a familiar voice behind you made you turn.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Seonghwa said, his tone teasing.
He was dressed sharply, as always, in a dark blazer and slacks that complemented his broad shoulders. His hair was slightly tousled, giving him a more casual yet polished look.
“Seonghwa,” you acknowledged coolly, raising your glass slightly. “Surprised you made it.”
“Why? Because I’m such a workaholic?” he replied, smirking. “Even I take breaks occasionally, Ms. CEO.”
“Rare, but good to know,” you said, turning your attention back to your drink.
Hongjoong appeared moments later, clapping Seonghwa on the back. “Come on, man. Let’s go grab a drink and join the others.”
Seonghwa gave you a lingering glance before following Hongjoong into the crowd.
As the night went on, the music grew louder, and the atmosphere became more spirited. You found yourself chatting with old friends and acquaintances, laughing and catching up. But every now and then, you felt Seonghwa’s gaze on you from across the room, a quiet intensity that was impossible to ignore.
The music pulsed through the bar, the crowd thickening as more guests arrived. You were just about to grab another drink when you noticed a familiar face making his way toward you. Jaehwan.
“Y/N,” he greeted you with a bright smile, his presence as confident as ever. “Long time no see.”
You tensed slightly but masked it with a smile, trying to keep things cordial. “Jaehwan. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Yeosang and I go way back, you know? We work together now,” he said with a casual shrug, his dark eyes glimmering with a hint of amusement. “And with you being here, it’s the perfect chance to catch up. Can I get you a drink?”
You didn’t particularly want to spend more time with him, but you couldn’t exactly brush him off. “I’m good, thanks.”
He raised an eyebrow at your response, clearly not used to being turned down. “Oh, come on. Just one drink. For old times’ sake?”
You hesitated. The history you shared with Jaehwan was complicated. You had been together for years, but it was always an exhausting cycle of breaking up and making up, seeing other people in the middle, until one day, you simply couldn’t do it anymore.
“Honestly, Jaehwan, I’m not interested in reminiscing right now,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light but firm. “I’m just here to enjoy the party.”
Jaehwan didn’t seem put off by your words. Instead, his grin only grew. “You’re still as beautiful as ever, you know?” He leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “I’ve seen you in the news and in interviews, but you’re even more stunning in person.”
Your eyes flicked away, trying to avoid the lingering gaze that made you uncomfortable. “Thanks,” you said, though you didn’t quite mean it. “I should get back to Yeosang.”
Before you could step away, Jaehwan reached out, gently placing a hand on your arm. “You know, I never understood why we ended things. We were so good together, Y/N.” His voice was soft, almost coaxing, as though trying to reopen a door you had carefully shut.
You stiffened, feeling your chest tighten. “We weren’t good together. Not in the long run.”
Jaehwan’s expression faltered slightly, but only for a second. “You’re still holding onto that, huh?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “I thought we were past it. You never gave me a real chance to explain.”
You looked him square in the eyes, your heart racing. “There’s nothing to explain, Jaehwan. We both know how it ended. And why.”
His face softened for a moment, the charm slipping, replaced by something more genuine. “I was an idiot, Y/N. I know that now. I shouldn’t have played with your feelings like I did.” He paused, searching your face as if trying to read you. “But I’m here now. If you want to talk, start fresh... I’m open to it.”
You exhaled slowly, feeling your frustration rise again. You’d put so much energy into moving on from him, and here he was, trying to pull you back into his orbit. “I don’t want to start fresh, Jaehwan. I’ve moved on. I’m not interested in going backwards.”
His face tightened, though his smile never completely disappeared. “That’s a shame. I always thought we had something special.”
You shook your head, stepping back slightly, creating some distance. “We did. But that was a long time ago.”
As you took a step back to leave the conversation behind, Jaehwan called out, his voice softer than before. “I’ll always be here if you change your mind, Y/N. Don’t forget that.”
You turned on your heel, walking toward the other side of the bar, not wanting to hear any more. It had been a long time since you’d seen him, but the feelings his presence stirred up were all too familiar—frustration, confusion, and that lingering sense of unresolved tension. But you reminded yourself that it was okay. It was okay to feel whatever you felt. Six years of being with someone is a long time.
Meanwhile, across the bar, Seonghwa had noticed the exchange from a distance. He stood talking to Mingi, San, and Jongho, but his eyes kept flicking over to where you were conversing with Jaehwan.
“Who was that guy with Y/N? Seems familiar.” Seonghwa asked casually, though there was a slight edge to his tone.
Mingi followed his gaze. “Oh, that’s Jaehwan. He’s a doctor, works with Yeosang. He and Y/N used to date... for a long time, actually.”
Seonghwa’s lips tightened. “Oh. That was the guy?” He knew you were dating someone previously, but he didn’t really ask Hongjoong for any details before, and Hongjoong never told him anything about it. You kept your relationship strictly private, so there were no articles about this either,
San, ever the one to offer the juicy details, spoke up. “Yeah, they were on and off for years. Six years, I think. But they finally broke up for good. Y/N’s pretty done with him.”
Seonghwa’s gaze darkened as he watched Jaehwan take a step closer to you to talk to you again, leaning in just a bit too much for his liking. “I see. And he thinks he has a chance?”
Jongho raised an eyebrow, surprised by the fact that Seonghwa was concerned about you. “Sounds like it. But I wouldn’t worry too much, Seonghwa. Y/N doesn’t seem interested in going back down that road.”
Seonghwa didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still trained on you, the lines of his jaw tightening ever so slightly.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he muttered under his breath, his focus now entirely on the conversation unfolding between you and Jaehwan.
You were trying to shake off the lingering tension from your conversation with Jaehwan when you turned to the bartender and ordered a blowjob shot, hoping the sweet, creamy taste would ease your nerves.
Jaehwan, however, wasn’t finished. He leaned in again, the subtle scent of cologne still lingering around him. "I still don't understand, Y/N," he said with a low chuckle. "You and I could make it work again. I mean, we've always had chemistry, right?"
You gave him a tight smile, the first sip of the shot barely numbing the irritation bubbling in your chest. "Jaehwan, I told you already. I don’t think this is going to work out. Let’s just leave it at that."
But Jaehwan wasn't ready to let go. "Come on, you can’t just throw away everything we had. I know you still feel something, Y/N." His hand brushed your arm, a touch too familiar, and you fought the urge to pull away.
Seonghwa had enough, and he made his way through the crowd. He moved with purpose, his sharp gaze landing on you and Jaehwan, his posture stiff with a quiet authority that demanded attention.
Jaehwan, oblivious to Seonghwa's growing irritation, smiled as he leaned a little closer to you. "I know you and I had our issues, but—"
Seonghwa’s voice interrupted him, smooth yet firm. "I think you’ve had enough time with my fiancée."
You froze, Jaehwan blinking in surprise. “Fiancée?” He glanced from Seonghwa to you, confusion and curiosity in his eyes. “Wait, since when are you two—”
Without waiting for a response, Seonghwa took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Jaehwan. But it was his attention on you that made your heart skip a beat. As you took another sip of the shot, a small smear of whipped cream lingered on your bottom lip.
Seonghwa noticed, and before you could react, he reached forward, his thumb gently brushing against your lower lip to wipe away the cream. His touch was tender but purposeful, his gaze never leaving yours.
Jaehwan’s eyes widened in disbelief, clearly caught off guard by the intimate gesture. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, his posture stiffening as he tried to regain some control of the situation. “Who are you, again?”
Seonghwa’s voice was cool, yet there was a hint of something protective behind it. "I’m Park Seonghwa. Y/N’s fiancé." He didn’t give Jaehwan a chance to respond before adding, "We haven’t made our relationship public yet."
Jaehwan’s gaze flicked to your hand, taking note of the lack of a ring. "But… there’s no ring," he remarked, his voice edged with confusion. "Is this some kind of… business arrangement?"
Seonghwa’s lips curved into a slight smirk, the tension between them almost palpable. "Like I said, our relationship isn’t public yet," he said coolly, his eyes flicking to you for a moment before returning to Jaehwan. "We’re keeping things under wraps for now."
Jaehwan stood there, stunned and silent, his gaze shifting from Seonghwa back to you, as if trying to piece together the situation. He clearly hadn’t expected this turn of events, and his earlier confidence had evaporated, replaced by a mix of surprise and frustration.
You, on the other hand, found yourself caught in a strange moment of both relief and discomfort. Seonghwa’s intervention had put an end to Jaehwan’s persistence, but it also dragged you into a deeper web of lies you weren’t sure you were ready to untangle.
"Well," Jaehwan said after a long pause, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, "I’ll let you two be, then. Enjoy the party, Y/N." With that, he turned and walked off, leaving you and Seonghwa alone once again.
The atmosphere between you and Seonghwa felt heavy, and as much as you wanted to keep a cool, composed exterior, you couldn’t shake the tension in the air. Seonghwa had taken control of the situation, but now, it seemed like there were even more unspoken words hanging between you two.
Seonghwa didn’t immediately speak, but when he did, his voice was quieter, almost amused. "You’re welcome."
You shot him a look, not sure whether you should thank him or be frustrated. "What was that all about?"
Seonghwa shrugged, his expression unreadable. "He was getting too comfortable. You shouldn’t have to deal with that."
You couldn’t argue with that, though it still left a bad taste in your mouth. "You didn’t have to step in like that."
He tilted his head, his eyes softening for a brief moment. "I know, but I wanted to. And I’ll do it again if I have to."
You let out a small sigh, your heart fluttering in a way that confused you. The night wasn’t what you expected, but somehow, you weren’t sure you minded it as much as you thought you would.
Seonghwa turned toward the bar, signaling for another drink. "Come on, you need to enjoy the rest of the party. And besides, you can’t have your ex running around ruining your night."
Two shots later, followed by a series of light-hearted conversations with various people, and the buzz from the alcohol was finally starting to set in. The warmth spread through your body, making your head feel lighter, the edges of your thoughts blurring slightly. You leaned back in your seat, your laughter ringing a little louder than you intended, but for once, you didn’t mind. You could feel the weight of the night slowly drifting away, the constant tension easing off your shoulders.
Realizing you needed a break, you excused yourself from the crowd and made your way to the restroom. The cool air of the bar’s hallway seemed to clear your head for a moment, and when you returned, you didn’t feel quite as dizzy as before. You spotted the balcony just ahead, where a few people were gathered, some leaning over the railing, smoking and chatting. The fresh air felt good against your skin, and you welcomed the solitude, a brief reprieve from the noise inside.
You pulled out your phone, unlocking it and glancing at the screen. Yeri’s message was waiting for you.
Yeri: How’s everything going? Are you okay?
You couldn’t help but smile at her caring tone. You quickly typed your response:
You: I’m good. Just needed some air. It’s been a lot tonight, but I’m managing. I'll tell you everything later.
After sending the message, you leaned against the railing, letting the cool breeze calm your senses. The bustling sounds from the bar seemed far away, and you closed your eyes for a moment, letting the moment of peace sink in.
But of course, peace never lasted long.
You heard footsteps approaching, and before you could turn around, Seonghwa’s voice reached you, smooth and just a little concerned. "You okay out here?"
You opened your eyes and glanced at him. He stood just behind you, his posture relaxed but his eyes watching you closely, as though taking stock of your every movement. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just the sheer intensity of the situation, but you felt suddenly bold—bold in a way you hadn’t felt in a while.
"Yeah, just needed a break from all the...," you trailed off, glancing back towards the loud, crowded bar. "Everything." You laughed softly, then, almost to yourself. "It’s kind of overwhelming."
Seonghwa nodded, stepping closer, the space between you narrowing slightly. "I get it. But you should be careful. You’ve had a few drinks tonight." His voice was softer now, gentler, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes.
You tilted your head, meeting his gaze directly, a flicker of challenge lighting your chest. "What, you think I can’t handle a couple of drinks?" The words were a little sharper than you intended, but the alcohol had given you the courage to tease him in a way you wouldn't normally do.
He smirked, his lips curving upward in that way that made your heart skip. "I’m not worried about you handling them," he replied, voice low and laced with something unreadable. "I’m just worried you might get too comfortable."
Your breath caught for a moment. It wasn’t the first time you had noticed how close he was now, his presence almost tangible, like he was becoming a part of the space you occupied. The air between you seemed to thicken, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, the buzz of the party a distant hum.
"Too comfortable?" you repeated, feeling the boldness rise within you like a wave. You took a step closer to him, unconsciously closing the distance, your eyes scanning his face, trying to decipher the sudden shift in his expression. "And why would that be a problem?"
Seonghwa’s eyes flickered down to your lips before returning to meet your gaze. The tension between you two felt palpable, like an invisible thread pulling you closer despite the divide you tried to maintain. He didn’t answer immediately, his silence only making the moment more charged, more electric.
"You’re a lot different when you’re not all business," he said quietly, the playful edge of his voice barely masking the undercurrent of something else. "Maybe I’m starting to see the real you, Y/N."
Your heart raced at the comment, and you felt your breath hitch in your chest. The alcohol had loosened your inhibitions, but there was something about the way Seonghwa spoke, something about the way he was looking at you, that made you forget for a moment why you were supposed to stay guarded.
You leaned in slightly, your eyes locked with his, and a teasing smile spread across your face. "Maybe you like what you’re seeing."
The words came out almost too easily, the playful challenge in your tone not entirely fake. You could feel your pulse quickening, the thrill of the moment swirling around you.
Seonghwa's eyes darkened just a shade, his lips curling into a smile that was both amused and intrigued. "I think you're right," he said, his voice low, as though he was daring you to take the next step, to push the boundaries further.
For a heartbeat, you two stood there, neither of you moving, the tension thick and humming between you. You had no idea where this was going, no clue what would happen next, but you knew one thing for sure: you were no longer just playing along. Tonight felt different. And the way Seonghwa was looking at you—it seemed like he felt it too.
The moment hung in the air, electric and heady, as the rest of the world seemed to fade into the background. You were suddenly aware of how close Seonghwa was, how much you could feel the heat of his body, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled deeply. Without thinking, you moved, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until there was barely any space between the two of you. His breath hitched slightly at the closeness, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.
"Why are we always in this situation when we've had a couple of drinks?" you asked, your voice quieter now, a bit more vulnerable. You could feel the weight of your words, the tension that had been building between you and him finally reaching its peak.
Seonghwa took a deep breath, his hands resting gently on your waist, and you felt a surge of something stronger—something that made you tilt your head just slightly, brushing your lips against his. "You're not going to want me if I make a move," you said, your voice lower, almost a warning.
"I've always wanted you," he whispered against your mouth.
For a moment, everything seemed to stand still—the world, the music, the people inside the bar—all faded away, leaving only the two of you standing in the cool night air. But then, just as quickly, you pulled back, your breath unsteady, your heart pounding harder than it had a moment ago.
"I'm not falling for that," you said, your voice strained, almost harsh, as if you were trying to distance yourself from the vulnerability that had crept in.
Seonghwa’s expression faltered slightly, and he reached out to touch your arm, as if trying to stop you from pulling away further. But you were already taking a step back, and you could see the hurt flash in his eyes, the confusion.
"I don’t want to resent you more," you whispered, your voice small, almost fragile. The words were like a knife to your chest, and as soon as they left your lips, you regretted saying them. The hurt was suddenly evident in your eyes, and the alcohol that had fueled your boldness before was now making everything seem more raw, more real.
Seonghwa’s eyes widened, and his lips parted as if he wanted to say something. But no words came, just the heavy silence that fell between you two. For a moment, you thought he might try to reach for you again, but you turned away, already feeling the sting of regret that followed your confession.
You didn’t wait for him to speak. You just turned and left him standing there, the cool night air around you suddenly feeling colder than it had before. You didn’t know what you expected from him, but what you knew for sure was that you needed to get away from this—away from the tension, the confusion, and the feelings that had begun to resurface.
You quickly made your way back to the entrance of the bar, trying to keep your composure. As you stepped inside, you spotted Hongjoong in the crowd, chatting with a few people near the bar. The moment he saw you, his eyes softened with concern.
"Ready to go?" he asked, his voice gentle.
You nodded, trying to mask the storm of emotions swirling inside you. "Yeah. Let's go home," you said, your voice quieter than usual. You didn’t look back at Seonghwa, though you could feel his presence lingering in the back of your mind, heavy and unrelenting.
As you and Hongjoong made your way out of the bar after saying your goodbyes to your friends, you tried to shake off the weight of what had just happened. You didn’t know how to feel about Seonghwa anymore, nor about the admission that had slipped from your lips.
-x-x-x-
End of Part One.
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