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He's alive

Summary:

After a failed suicide attempt, Seongji Yuk, the former King of Cheonliang, awakens with no memory of his past. Taken in by DG, a mysterious K-pop idol with ties to his forgotten life, Seongji is drawn into a world of secrets. DG offers to help him uncover his past, buried memories and hidden motives blur the lines between ally and enemy.

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Chapter 1: Who are you?

Chapter Text

Seongji lies on the sand, his body weak and disoriented. The chain around his neck, now broken in parts, rattles faintly with the rhythm of the ocean waves. His clothes are stained by the saltwater, and his skin feels cold to the touch as the sea pulls relentlessly at him, trying to claim him. He remains unconscious, barely clinging to life, drifting between life and death. His body is limp, held together only by the remnants of the broken chain around his neck, as the waves wash over him again and again. His mind is clouded, thoughts fragmented, and the world around him is nothing but a blur of noise and darkness. His very existence hangs by a thread, lost to the sea.
After some time , the King of Busan sees a figure washed up on the beach. Without hesitation, he steps toward Seongji, his movements deliberate and smooth. His gaze is cold, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes, always assessing, always in control.
King of Busan: "What is he doing here?"
With a measured breath, the King of Busan effortlessly lifts Seongji. His face remains calm, every movement purposeful, as he carries Seongji to safety without a word.
Days pass in a blur for Seongji. He wakes up in an unfamiliar, dimly lit room, his body still weak, but no longer on the brink of death. The King of Busan’s hideout is a place of quiet, solitude, with the distant hum of the outside world barely reaching them. The air smells faintly of salt and earth, a far cry from the ocean that once tried to claim him.
Seongji’s memories come in fragments—brief flashes of a violent past, the feel of the cold chain around his neck, but it’s all hazy, distant. His mind is a fog, and each attempt to grasp the pieces leaves him frustrated and confused. The days blur into one another, and as his body begins to heal, so does his curiosity about his situation.
One evening, Seongji sits at the small table in the corner of the hideout, the food before him untouched, his gaze distant. He glances around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. His hands trace the edge of the table as if searching for something to anchor himself.
Seongji: "Where am I...?"
The King of Busan, always nearby but rarely speaking, watches him with a sharp, calculating gaze. He doesn’t answer immediately, as if weighing the necessity of revealing anything.
King of Busan: "You’re in Busan. Safe for now."
Seongji looks up at him, his mind racing with questions he doesn’t even know how to ask.
Seongji: "Who are you?"
The question lingers in the air, and for a moment, the King of Busan's cold exterior softens, just slightly. He doesn’t offer much, only that same calm presence, the air of someone who’s seen too much to be rattled.
King of Busan: "I’m someone who doesn’t let things like you drown."
It’s a statement more than an answer, but it’s enough for Seongji to understand that he owes this man his life. But what else is there to his story? Why did the sea let him live, and why is he here, in the middle of a place that feels like the edge of the world? His fragmented memories, the broken pieces of his past, only make the questions grow sharper.
As the days pass, Seongji continues to struggle with his lost identity, but each day, the fog begins to lift ever so slightly. The King of Busan’s quiet care, though distant, gives him a sense of stability in the chaos of his mind. Still, Seongji can’t help but wonder what kind of life he had before—what he’s forgotten, and whether he’ll ever be able to piece it all together.
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James Lee arrives, his presence commanding attention. The rumors of a fight between him and the King of Busan have reached everyone, and the air is tense with anticipation. James Lee, now cool and composed, steps into the scene. His mind is focused, and the years of ruthlessness have sharpened his resolve. But as he makes his way towards the confrontation, something unexpected catches his attention.
Seongji enters the area where the King of Busan and James Lee are about to clash. He stands there, looking confused and lost as he watches the two men.
Seongji: "What’s going on here?"
James Lee: (pauses, narrowing his eyes as he notices Seongji) "Seongji Yuk... King of Cheonliang. What are you doing here?"
There’s a flicker of emotion in James Lee's eyes, a combination of surprise and something deeper—something that could be mistaken for concern, but his usually cold demeanor doesn’t let it show for long.
Seongji: (looking at him, a faint confusion on his face) "Who are you?"
James Lee’s eyebrows furrow, a momentary crack in his usual composed façade.
James Lee: (with a slight scoff) "What do you mean, who am I?"
King of Busan: (stepping in) "You know him?"
James Lee stares at Seongji for a moment, his eyes hardening as memories flash through his mind. The ruthlessness of the past, the rivalry, and the attempt to recruit Seongji. Yet, the man before him is different—lost, confused, amnesiac.
James Lee: (pauses, then responds quietly, with cold detachment) "I do. He’s someone I’ve fought before. But that’s not important right now."
King of Busan: "Well, don’t bother trying to remind him. He won’t remember anything."
James Lee: (with a deep, emotionless chuckle) "Is that so? What could be the reason for that, I wonder?"
King of Busan: "It doesn’t matter."
James Lee’s gaze shifts back to Seongji. The same man who once stood as a rival, yet now a blank slate. Something about this feels like a new opportunity, but what?
James Lee: (smirking, his voice cocky as always) "Well then. If he’s here, I guess I’ll have to take care of you both."
James Lee steps closer to Seongji, his demeanor shifting to something more playful but still commanding. He’s aware of the king’s influence, yet his eyes remain fixed on Seongji, the man who could’ve been his ally.
James Lee: (leaning in, his voice lowering with a confident, cocky tone) "You know, Mr. Seongji yuk... back in Cheonliang, I wanted you to join me. I offered you power, a place by my side to start something bigger—the 2nd Generation... the four crews. But you rejected me, remember?"
Seongji looks at James Lee, his mind unable to recall the past.
Seongji: "I don’t remember that."
James Lee: (laughs softly, his voice carrying both amusement and slight frustration) "Of course, you don’t. Well, no matter. What’s important now is what will you do now that you’re here? What’s your next move, King of Cheonliang?"
Seongji’s eyes flicker with uncertainty as he stands before James Lee, the past completely erased from his memory. But there’s something about James Lee’s presence, something familiar, yet distant, that stirs something in him. Perhaps the bond, or maybe the rivalry, will reignite.
James Lee seems unfazed, his attention fully on Seongji now. He takes a step closer, his gaze intense and his tone lowering, almost conspiratorial.
James Lee: "Well then, Mr.Seongji, I could tell you all about your past or maybe just the parts you’d find interesting." His voice is smooth, tinged with a mock warmth, as though he’s enjoying this game. "You were someone powerful. I even wanted you by my side once, for a vision much greater than you can imagine."
Seongji blinks, caught off guard by this strange mix of friendliness and manipulation in James Lee's tone. He doesn’t fully understand, but a faint curiosity begins to stir within him.
Seongji: "If I was so important why do I feel like a stranger?"
James Lee: "Maybe that’s what you need me for. I could be your guide to everything you’ve forgotten." His smirk widens, and there’s an edge to his words. "A chance to reclaim a life that’s been misplaced."
The King of Busan watches this exchange in silence, his expression unreadable, yet it’s clear he’s wary. He finally speaks, his tone calm but resolute.
King of Busan: "You came here to fight me."
James’s gaze shifts back to the King of Busan, his demeanor not wavering.
James Lee: "Maybe I’ll save that fight for another day. After all…" He glances at Seongji, his eyes gleaming with cunning. "Friends can be far more useful than enemies."
With a last, lingering look at Seongji, James Lee steps back, giving him a nod that’s almost inviting.
James Lee: "Consider my offer, Mr.Seongji Yuk. Find me when you’re ready to remember."
And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving Seongji with a strange, unresolved feeling—a pull between the life he’s come to know in Busan and the mysterious, enticing figure who claims to hold the key to his forgotten past.
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As the years pass, Seongji adjusts to life in Busan, slowly finding a sense of peace despite the gaps in his memory. But that fragile calm is disrupted when he encounters a striking figure one evening, standing alone on the quiet beach as the sky turns from dusk to dark.
It’s DG—now known as one of Korea’s biggest idols and a powerful force in the entertainment world. He watches Seongji with a faint, almost unreadable expression. The soft wind tugs at his pink hair, giving him a calm, otherworldly presence. Though he’s taken on a new name and identity, DG’s piercing gaze and cool confidence hint at the person he once was: James Lee.
DG approaches, his movements smooth and purposeful, stopping a few feet in front of Seongji. He studies him, a hint of curiosity in his dark eyes.
DG: "Seongji Yuk… King of Cheonliang. I didn’t expect to see you here." His voice is calm, distant, but his gaze is intense, as if searching for traces of the man he once knew.
Seongji frowns, trying to place the face before him, feeling a strange pull, yet no memory to explain it.
Seongji: "Who are you again?"
DG: "Hm...You still don’t remember?"
Seongji: "You act like we know each other, but I don’t remember any of it."
DG regards him with a calm, almost detached expression, though there’s a glint of something deeper beneath his mask. Taking a step closer, he lowers his voice, his words laced with a mix of mystery and invitation.
DG: "Perhaps I could help you remember. Or, maybe… it’s better that you don’t." He studies Seongji’s face, intrigued by the unfamiliarity in his expression.
Seongji’s frustration grows, a sense of lost purpose gnawing at him.
He clenches his fists, a flicker of irritation flashing across his face. The stranger’s words—so cryptic, so full of veiled meaning—only deepen his sense of loss and confusion.
DG watches him closely, noticing the frustration building within Seongji. His lips curve into a faint, knowing smile as he steps back, maintaining a careful distance but still holding Seongji’s gaze.
DG: "I can see you’re searching, even if you don’t fully realize it yet." He pauses, his gaze sharpening. "I may be able to help. But it won’t be easy, and it won’t come without a price."
Seongji narrows his eyes, both skeptical and intrigued. He crosses his arms, considering DG’s offer.
Seongji: "And what exactly would this ‘price’ be?"
DG tilts his head, his expression unreadable but with a hint of amusement. "All I ask is your time and a bit of trust. Come with me, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know about your past."
Seongji hesitates, glancing away as a swirl of emotions tugs at him. Trusting this man—this stranger who claims to know him—feels risky. But the ache of not knowing, the gnawing emptiness within him, is even harder to ignore.
DG watches the conflict play out in Seongji’s expression, sensing his hesitation.
DG: "I don’t expect an answer right now." He speaks softly, his tone almost soothing. "But if you choose to follow, I’ll be waiting.Come find me when you’re ready."
With that, DG turns, beginning to walk away, his figure gradually merging into the shadows. Before he disappears completely, he glances back one last time.
DG: "The choice is yours, Seongji Yuk . Whether you remember or not, your past and your future are calling."
Seongji stands alone, staring after DG’s fading figure. The promise of answers is too enticing to ignore, yet his mind warns him of the dangers that might lie ahead. After a few moments of silent contemplation, he makes his decision. Despite his reservations, he begins to follow the path DG had taken, the desire for answers driving him forward.
Then he finally reaches the meeting place - DG’s high-rise apartment in the heart of Seoul was as extravagant as one might expect from a famous idol. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a panoramic view of the city’s neon-lit skyline, while minimalist, high-end furnishings filled the spacious rooms. Everything gleamed with the touch of luxury and the faint aroma of something expensive hung in the air, but the place felt oddly untouched, like a stage set rather than a home.
Seongji sees DG waiting, calm and composed.
DG looks up as Seongji approaches, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
DG led Seongji into the living room, motioning for him to take a seat on one of the sleek, leather couches. Seongji hesitated, glancing around, still feeling out of place in this unfamiliar world.
DG watched him, noticing the uncertainty in his gaze. He poured two glasses of water, placing one in front of Seongji as he settled across from him, his expression calm and focused.
DG: "Comfortable?"
Seongji nodded, but his eyes still wandered around the apartment, trying to reconcile his fragmented memories with the opulence surrounding him. The unanswered questions lingered heavily between them.
DG took a sip, letting the silence stretch before leaning forward slightly, his gaze sharpening.
DG: "You don’t remember much about who you are, do you? About Cheonliang, or your… role there?"
Seongji’s brows furrowed. "Cheonliang… You mentioned that before. Why do I feel like it’s familiar? But no matter how hard I try, I can’t place it."
DG chuckled, a faint, almost knowing smirk on his face. "That’s because it’s part of who you are. Or… who you were." He let his words hang in the air, letting them sink in. "You were the King of Cheonliang, a force to be reckoned with. But that’s a story buried somewhere in that mind of yours."
Seongji clenched his fists, frustration flickering across his face. "If you know so much, then tell me. Why are you holding back?"
DG tilted his head, that cool, detached demeanor never faltering. "Because, remembering comes with its own cost." He leaned back, watching him with that same cryptic smile. "But I’ll make you an offer. Stay here for a while. Maybe the memories will come on their own. I’ll even help you… as a friend."
Seongji’s eyes narrowed in skepticism. "Friend?"
DG gave a casual shrug. "Or something close enough. Call it what you like." He leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "If you want answers, I can help you find them. But that means trusting me. Can you do that?"
Seongji looked down, uncertainty clouding his gaze. The idea of staying here, under this stranger’s roof—this man who seemed to know more about him than he did himself—felt risky. But at the same time, the pull to uncover his past was stronger than his doubts.
After a long silence, he finally nodded. "Alright. I’ll stay. But only because I want answers."
DG’s smirk grew slightly, pleased by his choice.
DG: "Good. Then let’s start slow." He rose, placing a reassuring hand on Seongji’s shoulder before stepping back, his tone shifting to something almost casual. "Tomorrow, I’ll show you around. Maybe something will jog your memory. Until then… make yourself at home."
As he walked toward the large windows, gazing out over the city, Seongji watched him, a mixture of curiosity and caution in his expression. There was something hidden beneath DG’s calm demeanor, something he couldn’t quite place.
And as the night deepened, Seongji couldn’t shake the feeling that the answers he sought would lead him down a path he was nowhere near prepared for.
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Chapter 2: If you want to remember (14+?)

Summary:

It's based on chapter 359

Notes:

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Chapter Text

DG leaned casually against the bar, nodding to the bartender to serve Daniel a drink. "Go ahead, pick anything you want," DG offered with a friendly smile.
Daniel hesitated, glancing at the selection. "Uh, how much is it? I’ll pay for it."
DG chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You don’t need to pay."
Daniel blinked. "Why not?"
DG tilted his head with a smirk. "I own this place."
Daniel’s eyes widened slightly. "N-now that you mention it… I guess that makes sense." He looked around at the lavish rooftop, the bar packed with high-profile celebrities and the shimmering pool reflecting the city lights.
"Are all of them… celebrities?" Daniel asked, motioning to the crowd.
"Yeah," DG replied casually, his posture relaxed.
"They’re your friends?"
DG took a sip of his drink, leaning back. "Pretty much." His eyes, calm but observant, studied Daniel for a moment before he added, "But I’m sure there’s another reason you came to see me."
Daniel straightened, suddenly reminded of his purpose. "That’s right. Please… tell me about James Lee."
DG’s gaze lingered on Daniel for a moment longer, the corner of his mouth quirking in an unreadable smile. He swirled his drink, as if weighing his response. "James Lee, huh? That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while."
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After the rooftop party, the penthouse had gone quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside. Seongji wandered through the expansive space, his steps tentative as he absorbed the lavish surroundings. He found himself drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering skyline of Seoul reflected in his blank expression.
Behind him, DG descended the spiral staircase with a quiet grace. His presence, though unannounced, was impossible to ignore. “You’re still up,” he said smoothly, his tone as casual as the way he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt.
Seongji didn’t turn, his focus fixed on the city below. “I don’t sleep well in unfamiliar places.”
“Understandable,” DG replied, his steps unhurried as he crossed the room. He stopped at the bar, pouring himself a drink. “Though you’ve been through worse, haven’t you?”
The offhand remark made Seongji tense, but he kept his gaze on the skyline. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
DG took a sip, his eyes briefly studying Seongji’s reflection in the glass. “Nothing you don’t already know.”
Finally, Seongji turned, his sharp eyes meeting DG’s calm, calculating gaze. “I am asking myself. Why am I here again?”
DG’s lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile. “I thought we covered this. You needed help, and I offered it.”
“People don’t help without expecting something in return,” Seongji countered, his voice steady but edged with suspicion.
DG tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re quick to assume the worst.”
“Am I wrong?”
DG chuckled softly, the sound low and measured. “That depends on your definition of ‘wrong.’” He set his glass down, moving to stand a few steps away from Seongji. “I don’t expect gratitude, if that’s what you’re worried about. But…” He trailed off, letting the word hang in the air.
“But what?” Seongji pressed, his frustration creeping through the cracks of his guarded tone.
“But I am curious about you,” DG admitted, his voice calm but laced with intrigue. “Your strength, your resilience are fascinating.”
Seongji frowned, the words sitting uneasily with him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Maybe you don’t,” DG said, his gaze unwavering. “Not yet.”
Seongji stood still for a moment, his thoughts churning. He had agreed to stay at DG’s penthouse for one reason—to uncover the lost fragments of his past. It was the only thing that had driven him to trust DG, despite the unease gnawing at him. He needed answers, even if those answers were buried under layers of time, forgotten pieces of who he once was.
“Help me remember,” Seongji finally said, his voice steady, though there was a sharp edge to his words. “That’s why I’m here. No games. Just... help me find what I’ve lost.”
DG’s eyes softened, a flicker of approval crossing his face. He set his glass down with a soft click and stepped closer to Seongji, his movements measured, like he was giving the moment the weight it deserved.
“You’re sure about this?” DG asked, his voice low, a hint of something like curiosity—in his tone. “You know what you might uncover.”
Seongji’s jaw tightened. “I’ve made my choice.” His eyes didn’t waver from DG’s. “I don’t care what it takes. I need to know what happened. Who I was.”
DG watched him closely for a moment, as if weighing Seongji’s resolve. “Alright. I’ll help you remember, but understand this—some parts of your past might not be what you expect.”
“I’m not afraid of the truth,” Seongji replied, though a flicker of doubt passed through him. “I just need to know.”
A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of DG’s lips. He moved closer, closing the space between them, his body language almost predatory. “You might say that now,” DG mused, his voice a low murmur. “But when the past comes rushing back... it’s never as simple as you think.”
Seongji didn’t step back. He stood firm, though his jaw clenched slightly, a flicker of impatience in his gaze. “Enough with the warnings. Help me or don’t, but I’m not leaving until I get the answers I came for.”
DG paused in front of him, the faintest trace of amusement in his eyes. His fingers twitched, almost imperceptibly, as if he were deciding something. Then, in one smooth motion, he stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them.
Before Seongji could react, DG's hand shot out, pressing firmly against his waist, pinning him to the edge of the bar table. The sudden movement was swift, calculated, leaving Seongji with little room to maneuver.
Seongji’s breath hitched slightly in surprise, but his eyes remained cold, refusing to show any sign of vulnerability. “What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, his voice low but edged with cold fury.
DG’s face was mere inches from his, his gaze unwavering, as if he was studying every reaction, every flicker in Seongji’s expression. “Just making sure you’re not about to run,” DG murmured, his voice smooth, almost taunting.
Seongji’s body remained tense against the pressure of DG's grip. His arms were by his sides, stiff with restraint, but his eyes blazed with the fire of a challenge. “I don’t run,” he said flatly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
DG’s grip tightened just a fraction, his touch unyielding, but still controlled. “You’re not as cold as you think you are,” he said, his voice laced with quiet amusement. “But that’s alright. I’ll help you remember, Seongji Yuk."
Seongji’s gaze flicked to DG’s hand, his body stiffening in defiance, but he didn’t move. He didn’t give DG the satisfaction of flinching, even as his mind raced. “Let go,” he muttered, the command cold and unyielding.
But DG didn’t release him. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Seongji's ear as he whispered, “Not yet. I’m curious to see just how far you’re willing to go to remember.”
For a brief moment, Seongji’s expression flickered, but he quickly masked it, his cold mask settling back in place. “What are you even planning to do?” he said, his voice steady, though the tension in the air was palpable.
DG’s gaze never wavered, studying him with a quiet intensity that felt almost suffocating. He held Seongji’s eyes for a long moment, his fingers still pressing firmly against Seongji’s waist, keeping him anchored in place. “Such a strange question…” DG said softly, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, the words lingering in the air between them like a silent challenge.
Seongji opened his mouth, about to respond, but before he could speak, DG moved.
The shift was subtle at first—DG’s face coming closer, his breath warm against Seongji’s neck. The air between them felt charged, almost electric, as DG’s hand slid slightly, the touch becoming more deliberate as he leaned in. Seongji’s body stiffened instinctively, but he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t let DG see any weakness, not now, not ever.
DG’s lips hovered just beside Seongji’s ear for a moment, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I think you’re overthinking it,” he murmured, the words laced with a quiet amusement. “What I’m planning... well, that’s for you to figure out.”
Then, without warning, DG’s teeth grazed Seongji’s ear, light at first, like a teasing promise. But Seongji’s breath caught sharply in his throat as DG’s bite sharpened, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to send a jolt through his body. The heat of DG’s mouth lingered on his skin, a sharp contrast to the cold mask Seongji desperately tried to maintain.
Seongji’s heart thudded in his chest, his body rigid, but he didn’t dare pull away. His mind raced, thoughts scattered in a whirl of confusion and frustration, trying to piece together what this moment meant.
DG’s lips brushed against Seongji’s neck now, a soft, deliberate trail that seemed to test his control. The coolness of the air contrasted with the warmth of DG’s breath, sending a shiver down Seongji’s spine. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” DG whispered, the words vibrating against Seongji’s skin. “But don’t worry. I’ll be here... every step of the way.”
Seongji’s eyes burned with frustration, but he forced himself to keep his composure. “You’re not getting what you want,” he said, his voice quiet, even though his breath had quickened slightly.
DG chuckled softly, the sound dark and almost... predatory. He pulled back just slightly, enough to let their faces hover close, inches apart. His gaze was unwavering, studying Seongji’s reaction with a cool, calculating focus. “I already have exactly what I want,” DG said, the words like a final promise hanging in the air.
Seongji didn’t flinch, but his heartbeat quickened. He met DG’s gaze, cool and unreadable. “What do you want from me?” he asked, voice sharp.
DG’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smile. He leaned in, the space between them closing until Seongji could feel the warmth of his breath. "If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me."
DG whispered, his voice low and dark, his breath warm against Seongji's ear. He pressed in closer, his lips brushing the shell of Seongji's ear. The words, soft but powerful, caused Seongji's pulse to spike. His body instinctively tensed, but DG didn't pull away. He simply lingered, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through Seongji.
Seongji's jaw clenched. "You think this is about looks?" he spat, trying to maintain control, though he could feel the heat building between them, the tension making his body betray him.
DG chuckled softly, the sound dark and almost predatory. He pulled back just slightly, enough to let their faces hover close, inches apart. His gaze was unwavering, studying Seongji's reaction with a cool, calculating focus.
"Know you can't stop thinkin' 'bout it," DG murmured, his lips almost brushing Seongji's neck as he spoke, the words hanging in the air. The promise in them wasn't lost on Seongji. His breath hitched again, the words cutting through the fog in his mind.
Seongji's chest tightened. His throat burned with the need to push back, but the pull was stronger. He could feel his resolve slipping, piece by piece.
DG took another step forward, closing the distance until there was barely an inch between them. His hand moved to Seongji's chin, lifting it gently but firmly, tilting his face upwards. "I know that you're shitty and you're bad for me," DG whispered, the words soft, almost teasing. His voice dripped with something that bordered on affection, but with an edge. "But I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it."
Seongji's breath came in shallow bursts. His mind screamed for control, for distance, but the more DG pressed in, the more everything else faded away. DG's proximity, his slow, deliberate movements-it was all consuming.
Seongji's hands, which had been braced against the bar, tightened into fists. "Killed me once before, I just come back more obsessed with you," DG whispered, his lips brushing Seongji's neck with a slow, lingering touch, making Seongji's stomach tighten with a mix of uncertainty and frustration. "Is that what you want?"
Seongji's voice wavered, but he didn't pull away. His eyes closed briefly, fighting the rush of emotions that surged through him. He knew DG was pushing him-testing him. "Nothing that I need to say, that hasn't been said," DG continued, his lips moving lower, tracing Seongji's neck with the lightest of touches. "But you feel it, don't you?"
Seongji's breath was ragged now, his pulse pounding in his ears. "I don't need an apology," DG murmured, his lips brushing against Seongji's skin once more, teasing, slow, almost deliberately torturous. "Just show me instead."
The words hit Seongji like a wave, crashing through his thoughts. The tension between them was unbearable, the heat between them suffocating. He could feel the dangerous, slow burn of it all-the way DG was drawing him in, testing his every limit. He didn't know if it was his past or the moment at hand that was making everything inside him so raw, but he couldn't pull away.
DG leaned in, his lips hovering just over Seongji's neck, his breath warm and heavy against his skin. "You're not as untouchable as you think," DG whispered, the words slipping under Seongji's defenses. "And I'm not as easy to push away as you might like to believe."
Seongji's heart pounded in his chest as DG's lips brushed his neck once more, lingering there, sending a shiver down his spine. The battle between what he wanted and what he refused to acknowledge was no longer just mental-it was physical, tearing through him, piece by piece.
DG didn't waver. He pulled Seongji closer, inch by inch, until there was no space left between them.
"Order what you want," DG murmured, his voice low, like a dark promise, each word deliberate as he tightened his grip around Seongji's waist. "Ain't no problem."
Seongji's breath caught, something shifting in his chest. His lips parted, but no words came out-only the softest exhale, his body betraying him against his will.
DG's fingers traced Seongji's jawline, the touch almost featherlight, but the intensity was clear. "Got a piece of candy," he whispered, his lips brushing against Seongji's neck, sending a shudder through him, "and it's all for you."
Seongji swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure as DG's hands slid down to his hips, pulling him firmly onto his lap. Seongji's heart raced, but he forced himself to stay still, his body at war with the heat building between them.

Notes:

To be continued

Notes:

To be Continued