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astrocafecoffee · 6 months ago

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Destiny Matrix

(predicting some events of your life and characteristics of your fs)

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Guys, destiny matrix chart is So gorgeous 😭 , I fell in love. I am new to this, but it's so fascinating, so I am sharing with you guys. Obviously I learnt a lot from ann_matrix_destiny insta page. I explained some of her work here, rest is mine.

✨What is Destiny matrix chart?

-A spiritual and metaphysical chart that reveals a person's life path, soul purpose, and potential.

✨How is it calculated?

-Based on a person's birth date, using a complex system of numerology and astrological correspondences.

💫 How to see some important events of your life?

see this area(perimeter line)of your chart , this will explain many important events of your life.

💚Age of getting married/ meeting with your significant other/ spouse:

- look at your age in your chart, if you see 3,5,6,19,20 at the top of your age then at that age you will get married/ meet your significant other/ start a family. Like in this chart I have shown above '5' is top of the age of 23.5- 24, so this individual will meet their spouse at that age/ get married.

• Going through Transformation in your life :

- if you see 13 or 16 at the top of your age , then at that age your life will drastically change/ you will go through a huge transformation of your life. You will change your location/ your career/ will shift to another country or city.

⚡Moving abroad/ travelling:

If you see 7,10,21,22 above your age then this is the best age for travelling or going abroad.

if you find 21 in your love line(circled part)then most probably you will marry a foreigner.

And if you find 7, 10 , 21 or 22 in this positions then most probably you will go abroad/ find your partner there .

Now , the future spouse part : -

💖 Hints about your future partner :

Look at the number below the heart symbol to know about your future partner. In this chart it's 21.

So, let's explain each numbers -

•Number 1: The magician

- creative and innovative

- skilled and talented

- confident and charismatic

- however they may also struggled with over - confidence and arrogance.

- gemini / Virgo zodiac sign placements

- profession : musicians, writer, public speaker, coaches and mentors , scientist, entrepreneur, marketing and advertising professionals.

- meeting: conference or seminar, art galleries, meuseum, workshop or studio, networking events or industry conference, class or training session.

• Number 2 : High Priestess

- intuitive and wise

- mysterious and enigmatic

- maybe quiet and reserved.

- soft spoken and considerate.

- cancer zodiac sign placements.

- profession: councillors, therapists, psychologist, Nurse or healthcare professionals, social workers, spiritual leaders, energy workers.

- meeting: secret or private settings, libraries, coaching, weddings , meeting in the context of any spiritual retreats.

• Number 3 : Empress

- Full of life , energy and vitality.

- encouraging others to grow and flourish.

- committed, dedicated and faithful.

- Taurus and Libra zodiac sign placements.

- profession: fashion designer , sculptors, teachers and educators,event planer, environmentalists, musicians, healthcare.

- meeting through : parties, gatherings, festival, fair, creative workshops, artistic projects ,meuseum, concerts.

• Number 4 : Emperor

- Natural born leader, authoritative, commanding.

- makes tough decisions with clarity and conviction.

- commited to family and responsibilities.

- zodiac sign: Aries placements.

- profession: executive, CEO, leader or manager, military officer, architect, Engineer, government officials, buisness owner.

- meeting : buisness meeting, job interviews, formal events , official ceremonies.

• Number 5 : Hierophant

- values established customs, rituals, and institutions.

- upholds ethical standards and moral principles.

- prioritise stability and security over change and uncertainty.

- Taurus zodiac sign placements

- profession: spiritual leaders and mentors, councellor , advisor or consultants, traditional healers or healthcare professionals.

- meeting: spiritual or religious gatherings, traditional ceremonies or rituals, educational and training sessions , counciling or therapy sessions, church,temples , mosques.

• Number 6 : The lovers

- collaborative, work well others.

- empathetic and aware of others feelings.

- true to themselves and their values.

- zodiac sign: Gemini placements.

- profession: counselors, coaches , writer , journalist, artist, musicians, public speaker, philosophers , scientist, researchers.

- meeting : social getherings or parties , creative or artistic collaboration, Beauty or fashion events , community or networking meeting.

• Number 7 : The chariot

- Determined, self disciplined.

- ability to overcome any obstacles and setbacks

- has clear direction

- zodiac : cancer placements

- profession: nurses , social worker, military, architect, psychologist, chefs , nutritionist, hospitality professionals.

- Meeting: family gatherings, home or domestic settings, caregiving or helping professions.

• Number 8 : strength

- courageous, brave , have inner strength.

- has capacity to forgive and let go.

- has self discipline and self control.

- zodiac sign: leo placements

- profession: artist , designer, performers , public speaker, motivator, executives, philanthropist, teacher, councellor, athletes, trainers.

- meeting: park or garden, fitness or wellness center, creative studio or art space, festivals, social gatherings.

• Number 9 : Hermit

- quiet, reflective, and introspective often preferring to spend time alone

- serves as guide or mentor

- discerning and concious about every step they take.

- zodiac sign: Virgo placements.

- profession: therapist, counselors,teachers , coaches , writers, editors, healthcare industry, social worker.

- meeting: therapists or counselor office, library , spiritual or religious sanctuary, coffee shop , book store.

• Number 10 : wheel of fortune

- flexible, able to adjust to changing circumstances.

- believes in destiny

- have philosophical outlook on life.

- zodiac sign: Taurus, leo, scorpio, Aquarius placements.

- profession: life coach, astrologer, environmentalists, entrepreneur, investors, historians.

- meeting: a farm , airport, bus station, temple, monastery, party,park , near mountain or river.

• Number 11 : Justice

- impartial and balanced

- they make descision based on reason and logics.

- have strong sense of morality and ethics.

- zodiac sign: Libra placements

- profession: lawyer, judge, counselors, social worker, activists, advocate, journalist, analyst , or spiritual leader.

- meeting: courthouse, law office, government building, council chamber, community centre, places of worship, philosophical organization.

• Number 12 : Hanged Man

- they are reflective , look inward for answers.

- they are open to new settings.

- courageous, deep understanding of themselves.

- zodiac sign: Pisces placements

- profession : spiritual leaders, therapist, counselor , artist, writer, healthcare industry, motivator, life coach.

- meeting : temples , church , meditation room , yoga class , hospital, library, therapy office,art studio, gym.

• Number 13 : Death

- they are like phoenix from the ashes.

- they can navigate difficult situations and come out stronger.

- constantly growing and evolving.

- zodiac sign: scorpio placements

- profession: therapist, estate lawyers, spiritual leaders, scientist, healthcare professionals.

- meeting: counselling centre, place of worship, innovation hub or entrepreneurship centres, hospital, wellness center.

• Number 14 : Temperance

- they strive for equilibrium in all aspects of life .

- they prioritise physical, mental and emotional well-being.

- have creative sides.

- zodiac sign: Sagittarius placements .

- profession: doctor or nurse , therapist or counselor, artist or musicians, spiritual leader, international relation specialist , life coach , designer .

- meeting : art galleries or museums, embassies or international conference centres , community centres, clubs , parks , garden , spiritual center , yoga class.

• Number 15 : The devil

- they thinks outside the box and brings fresh ideas .

- magnetic personality, can attract others.

- unconventional, transformative.

- zodiac sign: Capricorn placements.

- profession: politician, CEO, artist, law enforcement, military, detective , investigators, activists, occultist.

- meeting: historic mansion or estate, a secret rooftop, art galleries, studio , book store, library , cafe.

• Number 16 : Tower

- they seek honesty and transparency even if it's uncomfortable.

- rebellious, resilient, revolutionary.

- they are open to new ideas.

- zodiac sign: Aries placements.

- profession : scientist, inventor, engineer, architect, military officer, crisis manager, technologist.

- meeting: transformation hub, a unique event space or art studio, bookstore, library, co-working space.

• Number 17 : Star

- they have a optimistic outlook of life and believe in a bright future.

- inspiring, peaceful, compassionate.

- creative and imaginative mind.

- zodiac sign: Aquarius placements.

- profession: creative expression, artist , industry related to healing and wellness, science and technology, humanitarian work, counselors.

- meeting: yoga studio or wellness center, botanical garden or peaceful outdoor setting, co-working space, concerts? , innovation hub.

• Number 18 : The Moon

- they trust their instincts and have a strong connection to their subconscious mind.

- deeply in touch with their emotions.

- unpredictable, may surprise other with their actions.

- zodiac sign : Pisces placements.

- profession : psychic or medium, artist or writer, musician, poet , spiritual teacher, healer, counselors.

- meeting: mystical or esoteric shop, secluded beach, art studio, a spiritual or metaphysical bookstore, coffee shop.

• Number 19 : Sun

- they exude self assurance and positivity.

- optimistic, enthusiastic, charismatic.

- warm hearted , willing to share blessings with others.

- zodiac sign: leo placements.

- profession: actor or performer, artist, CEO , teacher or mentor, event planner, musicians, life coach, designer.

- meeting: cafe / restaurant/ hotel , studio , gathering hall, auditorium, music festival.

• Number 20: Judgement

- they are introspective and willing to confront their past and inner self.

- self aware, have deep understanding of their strengths and weaknesses.

- awakened, courageous, honest.

- zodiac sign: scorpio placements

- profession : spiritual teacher or guide , therapist or counselor, life coach, researcher, artist or creative expression.

- meeting: spiritual center or temple, yoga class, a writer's workshop, park , garden , therapy or councilling office.

• Number 21: The world

- they have achieved their goals and fullfill their potential.

- compassions, wise, confident

- adventurous and global minded.( Most likely a foreigner)

- zodiac sign: Taurus, Capricorn, leo , placements.

- profession : global diplomat, artist ( global or universal theme) , cultural ambassador, world traveler, humanitarian work.

- meeting: while traveling, international conference centres , airport, spiritual retreat, international art or music venues.

• Number 22 : The fool

- they are willing to take risks and embark on new journeys.

- spontaneous, carefree , open minded.

- have faith in themselves and universe.

- zodiac sign: Aquarius placements.

- profession: entrepreneur or startup founder, activist, humanitarian work,coach or consultants, designer, scientist,teacher, journalist.

- meeting: spontaneous meet-up or pop up events, inspirational seminars, creative workshops,cafe or coffee shop, outdoor adventure location.

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END .....( I am tired af 😭)

☞ Healing through marriage

Thanks for reading 💓

-Piko ✨

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drnic1 · 1 year ago

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upload-media-services · 1 year ago

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timmydraker · 24 days ago

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During a Gala for raising awareness about women’s healthcare, a few heroes show up in both costume and civilian persona.

Wonder Woman is proudly walking around in a Greek style toga and talking about how the women of her home land care for one another and never doubt each others word on health issues. She is shamelessly challenging the men in the audience to better understand the women they claim to love and advocate for.

She’s the most obvious one in attendance, though if you look closer you will see Raven and Miss Martian talking with a the most obviously sexist group of men and making them all sweat bullets.

Others, like Zatana and all of the Bat kids, are in their civilian uniforms.

The most important guest in this line up, in the sense that her husband is making Bruce pout like an angry kitten, is Dinah.

Because Dinah is there to make a speech so naturally her husband Ollie is there to support her.

Yet when the speech is done and the wandering around begins, Bruce watches as Ollie hangs around one person like they’re old pals.

Tim Drake, Bruce’s most professional son during public events, is laughing and clinging to Oliver Queen like he’s some kind of celebrity or cousin he only gets to see once a year. The blond man had his arm around the younger Luke a parent and is chatting away with Tim as the two half talk with business partners and other socialites or so obviously just between themselves that the other people politely leave them to it.

Bruce had never seen Tim so relaxed at a Gala, the growing young man usually taking the time to go full business and organise meetings, deals or just the usual routine of holding reputation.

Yet there is Oliver Queen acting like they’re old friends.

Like Tim is his son.

Naturally, Dick and Barbara notice how Bruce is glaring at Queen and trying to hold back a frown of genuine hurt and jealousy. Part of them feels bad, but Tim and Oliver Queen are both made for this world, so it makes sense they get along in it.

But then Diana, who doesn’t mean any harm and is just talking to Bruce Wayne about how she approves of his work on the ecosystem casually leans down and whispers to him as Batman, “It’s always so nice to see how those two get along.”

Bruce’s eye twitched a little and he doesn’t bother trying to feign curiosity and grumbles out, “explain.”

Wonder Woman laughs loud and cheerful, which the room is now sued to hearing and jsut assume Brucie Wayne is trying to flirt with an Amazon which is not at all surprising.

“Oh, Bruce. Haven’t you noticed how Tim follows Jim’s round whenever they are at the tower? He’s like a little duckling. One time I heard him asking if Ollie wanted to come to his school event to see his science project!”

She goes on to talk about how Ollie must seem like an uncle to him and doesn’t pay attention to Bruce’s internal spiral.

By the end of the night Bruce looks like he might start crying, though only his children can see that.

Tim and Ollie finally make their way towards him after having a talk to some older woman about something or rather and Bruce puts on a mask quickly, acting as if he isn’t about to strangle Oliver Queen as they get ready to leave.

Dick steers Damian away and asks Duke to get the girls and wait in the car, knowing full well Bruce is going to embarrasses himself.

Rather quickly, Tim picks up on his distress and pulls away from Ollie’s side hug and approaches Bruce, “Is something wrong?”

Bruce smiles a terrifying thing, full of teeth and hidden malice, “Not at all. Tell me, when did you two get so buddy buddy?”

Oliver pales a little, but luckily Dinah is there to stop him from saying the wrong thing.

With a smooth voice she speaks, coming forward to press a kiss to Tim’s head and then back to her husband, “Tim and Ollie met at one of the Drake’s charity events years ago. This really was lovely, but we must be going, I don’t trust the younger kids to bot cause you or with Captain Marvel.”

With that there gone while Bruce is faced with the fact that Oliver may ah e met one of his babies before him.

But Tim isn’t a fool and he loves his dad, so he hugs Bruce around the waist and clings to him like he’s ten instead of twenty two. He leans back just slightly and gives a cheeky grin with a softness in his eyes, “I love you, dad.”

Dick coos while Barbara snaps a photo as Bruce squeezes his son and somehow manages to not cry.

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gay-disabled-characters-showdown · 8 days ago

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LGBTQ Disabled Characters Showdown Quarterfinals Poll 1

Vs.

Please be civil in the notes. We will block people if we feel it is necessary. A character being canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included. This is not a competition of who is better representation.

Check out the other polls in the quarterfinals here.

Edit: This is a two vs. one because they tied (by our defenition) back in round 4 and moved on together.

Harrier ‘Harry’ du Bois-Disco Elysium

Qualifications:

Bisexual. Struggles with addiction, post-polio syndrome, multiple kinds of mental illness, and whatever else he's accrued by living in a city with no accessible healthcare.

Propaganda:

You know who he is. Vote for him.

Kim Kitsuragi-Disco Elysium

Qualifications:

Visually impaired

Propaganda:

I dunno man. He's Kim Kitsuragi. There's nothing I can say about him that hasn't already been said. He's quiet and reserved and uncomfortable with emotions. He's a self-proclaimed Torque Dork who loves his car like a child. He listens to heavy metal music. He's a centrist. He's a homosexual. He's consistently given shit by everyone around him for his race, his sexuality, and his disability, and he's taught himself to respond to it with cold professionalism. He dresses in historical communist pilot cosplay. I love him with my entire heart.

Yang Xiao Long-RWBY

Qualifications:

She is canonically wlw (has been for years but specifically kissed and got together with her now girlfriend in the latest season) and uses a prosthetic arm and has been shown to struggle with PTSD due to the traumatic nature of losing it during the show.

Canonically had her right arm chopped off, uses a prosthetic. Has PTSD. Is canonically in a WLW relationship.

She has a canon girlfriend and canonically has a prosthetic arm and PTSD

She's canonically sapphic (part of a recently canonised wlw slowburn relationship) and is an amputee (due to events from the 3rd season finale) who wears a robotic prosthetic. She also suffers from PTSD which is explored in the show

Propaganda:

I will keep on submitting Yang to relevant brackets until I die. RWBY has plenty of strengths and weaknesses with writing, especially Yang's recovery arc, but instead of forcing her to push past her trauma and enter the battlefield immediately, we see her struggle with it, take time to process, and not be pushed into repression and when she chooses to wear her prosthetic, chooses to train to ready herself, and chooses to seek out her family and save lives, she isn't perfectly healed, as no one is. The show depicts her having flashbacks due to sudden loud noise, shaking hand the first few times she has to fight for her safety instead of training with her dad, and snapping at friends when they bring up Blake, the person she lost her arm trying to save (who, near immediately after ran away due to feeling she was endangering those she loved, furthering Yang's already present abandonment issues.) It isn't done perfectly but the intentions and general message sent are extremely positive and honest. She struggles less as the show progresses, and there are opportunities to consider herself less for being disabled or "become whole again" but she explicitly refutes these ideas and says that's she's better because of her failures and losses, and isn't any less whole. Her becoming disabled is also extremely tied to her being LGBT, because, as previously mentioned, she lost her arm protecting her then friend and partner, now girlfriend, directly after the villain who cut her arm off told her love interest that he would "destroy everything [she] love[s]. (Camera pans to Yang, he looks at her.) Starting with her." LIKE. He attacked her BECAUSE Blake cared for her so much and Yang ran to her defense blindly BECAUSE she loved Blake so much. When they reunite, they struggle with communication because Yang feels Blake is seeing her as weak, and through several things, mostly a climatic battle against the man who severed Yang's arm, they affirm each other as equals. I can go on but this is already too long. YANG SWEEP!!!!!

Yang lost her arm while protecting her best friend and future girlfriend from said girlfriend's abusive ex. Had a whole arc about learning to live with that loss and dealing with PTSD. Is totally devoted to and in love with Blake Belladonna and is just the sweetest but most badass character in the show.

She's one of the main characters, and just finished a 10 year slow burn romance. Plus, she has both physical and mental disabilities, but is never treated as lesser or incomplete.

Yang Xiao Long was one of the first examples of a sapphic character I ever saw in animated media with her character journey in the show being an iconic part of my teenage years and current young adulthood. The loss of her arm after a traumatic event in the show's 3rd volume was one of the big shockers of the show that nobody saw coming. Since then the show has done an amazing job in exploring both the mental and physical effects of her losing a limb, gaining a prosthetic arm and the recovery journey. Her character also has a major arc regarding handling her PTSD from both this and her past most notably in the 5th and 6th volume. Her character also has a slow-burn romance with her teammate and fellow main character Blake Belladonna which is one of my fave romances ever (it has everything: canon soulmates, friends to lovers, sunshine x grump,battle couple etc..) that has recently became CANON BABIEE!!! There are MULTIPLE characters in RWBY with various disabilities that are handled well in the narrative but i would say Yangs definitely the top FAVE!

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financeprincess · 10 months ago

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I spent, at a minimum, at least $500-$1,000 a month exclusively on my self improvement. Here is most of what I spend on, in no particular order:

Education (classes, books, courses, certifications, college tuition, seminars, etc.)

Private lessons for languages, musical instruments, sports, etc.

Personal hobbies and passion projects

Crest whitening strips (great when in a pinch), Invisalign, professional whitening, preventative dental care, prescription whitening products from my dentist

Investments such as index funds, REITs, ETFs, CDs, individual stocks, commodities, appreciative luxury items, precious metals & gems, etc.

Organic food, vitamins, supplements, high quality healthcare, therapy, massages, prescriptions (Rx skincare, etc.)

New glasses & contacts (getting some bayonetta glasses from Burberry soon, very excited)

Sports, gym membership + sauna, hot yoga, Pilates, kickboxing, tennis, skiing, dance, etc.

Personal care such as bath/shower products, body care, haircare, skincare, makeup, brightening eye drops, perfume, etc.

Travel, events, concerts, festivals, etc.

Shopping (clothes, accessories, home goods, etc.)

Eating out at restaurants and going to coffee shops

Beauty treatments such as manicures, pedicures, waxes, brow tint & threading, salon blowouts, hair cuts & colors, facials, lash lift & tints, vitamin IVs, etc.

Regular visits to my dermatologist, dentist, psychiatrist, eye doctor, primary care physician, gynecologist, and any other specialists

Semi-regular appointments with a personal trainer, holistic nutritionist, and dietitian

I don't do all of these every single month, but most of these are recurring throughout the year and budgeted accordingly. Eventually I might add in more intense cosmetic work like medspa services, Botox, etc. If you can find a workplace with a great benefits package such as high quality healthcare, an HSA/FSA, health & wellness reimbursements for the gym, disability & life insurance, etc. I would highly recommend it and max out all the benefits you can.

#and men really want to access women for free or at a discount..............#as if #get real fellas

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townpostin · 6 months ago

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Shiksha Niketan Students Honor Medical Professionals On Doctors' Day

Class XI Leads Special Assembly Highlighting Dr. B.C. Roy’s Legacy The celebration emphasized the crucial role of doctors in society, likening their importance to that of deities. JAMSHEDPUR – Shiksha Niketan School in Telco marked Doctors’ Day with a special morning assembly organized by Class XI students on Monday, paying tribute to medical professionals and their contributions. The program…

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itgetsbetterproject · 6 months ago

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ GOOD queer youth news for the TL!

These students in Seattle hosted a whole conference for LGBTQ+ students!

With the help of one of our 50 States, 50 Grants, they decided to hold their first “Community and Culture Conference," a huge summit for LGBTQIA+ students across all Seattle Public high schools featuring over 20 different workshops from queer and trans artists, cultural workers, community members, and healthcare professionals, plus queer performances. The conference brought together nearly 200 youth from nearly every high school in their district!

When asked how it felt to be at the conference, students said:

🟣 “I haven’t really been to many queer events so thank you for showing me how incredible they can be. It felt like joy, understanding, and strength.”

🟣 “This made me wish I wasn’t a senior so I could go to this again.”

🟣 “What I really enjoyed was the community and the atmosphere in the workshops that connected everyone to everything and also gave some good advice and experience.”

🟣 “It was amazing to be near so many people like me. I could be vulnerable and talk with people who had the same life experiences as me. I was so happy!”

🟣 “I have sometimes felt like I’m not queer enough, or I don’t seem as queer as others, but being able to come here and being accepted has meant a lot.”

We're going to keep highlighting some of these amazing projects that came out of last year's 50 States, 50 Grants, 5,000 Voices initiative for ya'll all summer!

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matchadobo · 1 month ago

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Hope you're having a good one matcha!

Okay listen, the mafia one on modern part but they met in prison because Y/N is Kid's personal nurse because someone so notorious and big and scary like him can't be admitted with the other inmates rightttt

Soooo was thinking that he'll break out with her andddd it starts from there 😍 dark romance?? Hehehe ❤️‍🔥

KIDD; mafia

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dialogue: "i told you not to get close to me."

wc: 3971

warning/s: fem!reader, prisoner!kidd x nurse!reader, sfw (though kidd is cheeky and handsy fufufufu), fluff??, get together, idk if this is dark romance enough omg, nothing really crazy hereee hehehe

the most notorious gang of the south blue was the kidd pirates. their name strikes fear in the hearts of many. the crimes they commit are unfathomable to the ordinary. and in the middle of it all stands eustass kidd. the man who carries despair on his wake as he leaves his mark on every act he does yet he remain untouchable.

until he finally got met with a criminal greater than his caliber and the cops had luckily got to him. luckily. if it weren't for the injuries he sustained, the mafia leader would've ran away on the loose.

now settled on the farthest cell of the south blue penitentiary, his restless and bleeding state as he waited for the professional assigned to him. because no one is strong enough to handle the monster that he is. to even care for a damn criminal terrorizing their country.

not for you though, this was big money to you; now that this person is a special subject. the idea of him being a criminal is nothing compared to the digits you'll be earning for just one treatment with him. imagine the accumulation of that. after all, you've been in the healthcare industry for a long while, nothing can faze you.

except that when he's finally a few feet away from you and there was no one aside from you and him and the two guards that he could easily knock out even with cuffs, you felt your throat run dry.

"ah, i got a bonnie this time?" his voice was deep, befitting of a hulking, seven foot man like him. he said it with much interest, a grin on his lips as he eyed you from the doorway.

you took a good look at him from afar. his body littered with tattoos, representing the battles he won. his hair was in a shade of red as fiery as his demeanor. he still exudes power in him despite being injured and having restraints.

he looks like shit though. so beaten up, no wonder the authorities got to him. he had a massive scar spanning the side of his face with blood dripping down from his head, the emergency gauze in his face had already been coated with his blood. it cascaded down his chest up until his brachium. you sauntered to him and assessed his injuries.

"fucked up my tattoos, no?" he looked at his arm, still coated with dried blood.

"hardly." you forced a smile. "it's already fucked up."

kidd chuckled dryly. "hah. they sent an interesting one this time, aye? thought nurses are nice to their patients."

"nice patients get nice nurses. do you think it applies to you?" you sharply retorted. "come closer." you gestured for him to do so and the shuffling of the chains resounded in the cemented room.

you start by taking off the gauze in his facd, circling your arms on the sides of his head to remove it from behind. he got a good whiff of your perfume, smirking afterward as he closely examined how you look like.

"what's with the snickering?" you broke out, continuing your work without looking at him.

"nothin' really. don't mind me, bonnie." he continued to muse at you, as if memorizing how you look. "name, huh?" he read your nameplate pinned on the shirt one side of your chest.

you hummed in response. you revealed his nasty scar, his other eye with its bright yellows now finally looking at you. you grabbed a damp cloth and dipped it in antiseptic. "this'll sting really bad, okay?" you warned him, hovering the cloth above his massive wound.

he chuckled, smile growing at each of your exchanges. "you do know who your patient is, aye?"

"trust me, even a mass of destruction like you would fold from the pain." your face softened, as if teasing him before finally placing the cloth above his wound.

you could see him doing everything in his power to not move a muscle but you can see how much his jaw was clenching, his fists balled up as you press deeper on his fresh wounds. you let out a giggle, mumbling an 'i told you so'.

"still gonna be you tomorrow?" he broke out as you started packing up your stuff after finalizing his chart.

"why? are you going to miss me?" you said as a joke because you get the feeling he'd hate your guts, but what he said did something to your heart. illegally.

"suppose i will." he smiled meekly, dandelion orbs reflecting his anticipation. "careful on your way out, bonnie. don't want ya gone before tomorrow." he said as a goodbye but sounded more of a threat.

you couldn't get him out of your head that night. i mean, your search history has his name all over it. his origin, his crimes, his stories, what the news says about him, who he is—it was almost a crime knowing everything about it at this point.

so when you came back the next day and he was seemingly anticipating your arrival, you can't help but ask about him.

"how did a man of your caliber got caught?" you broke out when you were a few inches away from his face, nursing his wounds as it looked slightly better than yesterday.

"oh? did you look me up when you got home yesterday?" he grinned, eyes boring through you as he observed the adorable blushing of your cheeks. you gradually chewed on your bottom lip from his gaze. "how about it? you in awe, bonnie?"

you just snorted, fighting off the smile in your lips as you fetched him another cloth for his arms. you should really be ashamed, having fun with this criminal.

"no no, disappointed maybe."

kidd's eyes darkened. but you were doing it on purpose, rid him of that arrogance that he has over you.

"you're tryna piss me off or what?" his tone got a bit lower but you remain unfazed, even grabbing his arm and pulling him closer so you would have an easier time nursing his wounds.

"is it working?" you patted on his wound a little too hard and he winced. even the guards got a little freaked out but you felt too bold.

"are other nurses this fuckin' annoyin' or i got the short end of the stick?"

you broke into a smile, a laugh escaping your nose. "you can get a new one if you don't like me anymore, i can place a request for you." your voice was soft because you were pretty close to his face.

"don't you dare." he reached for your wrist but was restrained by the cuffs. the guards nagged him for it but he flipped them off. "been a while since things got interesting as hell. you're at fault for it."

"so i amuse you?"

"aye. don't get too close to me though. you're well aware of that."

"that won't be a problem, don't worry. i'm out of your tail once you're all better, eustass."

but it is a problem, it's starting to atleast. because this man is so very fond of you. from the moment he first tried speaking your name to the now where he naturally makes you laugh. but you're not one playing house with him, he just has his way with words and you somewhat share the same humor. you never forget the fact that the man before you has blood in his hands and you make sure you're not dancing in it.

"got a boyfriend, bonnie?" he said out of the blue as you almost cut your finger peeling some apples for him.

"i don't think it concerns you if i do have one." you carried on with your task, fixated on not cutting yourself. he really has an overwhelming presence even if it's been a few weeks now. you can feel him eyeing you, watching your every move.

"hm? a little cold now, huh? 's like we haven't been spendin' weeks together." he chuckled a little. "i'm askin' so i know if i should book a reservation at that fancy diner once i get out later."

you spared him a look of disbelief, laughing afterward at the absurdity of his words. but he just had a soft grin as he watch you break into laughter. "you're kidding."

he shook his head, smile remaining as he slyly raised his brows. adoring how you became a little red. whether it was out of embarrassment or something else, he knew it was about him.

"like what, you're gonna break out?" you said as a joke but he seemed serious with his scheming eyes and sharp smile.

"aye. it'll be carnage." he angled his head further and closer to your face, you felt his breath against your neck.

your eyes widen. for the first time, you felt fear against him. because you know he's serious about it. he's got a sentence for more than a couple of decades but it's of no significance for the most notorious of south blue. he'll escape in no time either by his mates or by himself.

"how do you know i won't rat you out?" you raised a brow, finally finishing the last apple slice and setting it down the plate next to him. you grabbed a fork and started feeding it to him one by one. he remains restrained ever since he got detained, he's too dangerous to remove from cuffs so even the most basic thing such as eating is done by you.

"just a gut. you don't want me gettin' in any trouble, aye?" he bit off the apple and chewed as his smile grew when you tried fighting off your smile with a subtle shake of your head.

"then if you think i do, you wouldn't break out of here."

"ah, where's the fun in that?" he shook his head and clicked his tongue. he soon motioned for you to come closer because he'll whisper something. "they're gonna be 'ere by midnight, standby till then. aye, bonnie?"

it was foreboding. there was only a couple of hours until midnight and you had to be going before then. he asked you where he'll be picking you up but you just laughed it off with him. he wouldn't do it, right?

part of you was in denial that he'd actually push through, he can't pull it off, right? this is a massive fortress in the middle of the ocean. how did he even communicate all of this to his gang? but that's a fucking criminal who's outsmarted the entire south blue, so it wasn't much of an unrealistic thing.

until the alarms blared a couple of minutes after midnight and you were jolted awake. still not having a grasp of the situation, you took a few seconds to settle in and align yourself with the state of just waking up and the damned alarm that messed with your brain.

you fell asleep on the nurse's on call room, a building away from the inmates. you told yourself you'd only take a moment to rest so you can pack up and leave but it was too late. gunshots had already filled the halls.

next thing you know, the door got knocked over by eustass kidd himself. he got shot in his other healthy arm and ended up collapsing down the floor from the impact. this guy is so fucking battered.

"oh, looks like i still found my way around you." he looked up, clutching his flesh arm that was shot with his newly lodged metal ones. without the cuffs, he generated one for his missing arm.

"y-you're bleeding again! i got you all healed up on one side and you're fucking up the other! is this on purpose!?" you frantically asked, looking around the room for a first aid kit.

kidd chuckled, "still true to your duty even in off times? you're one hell of a nurse."

you heard the steps and the gunshots nearing, and you didn't think twice to drag you and kidd to the bathroom. the guards soon entered the on call room and it was a goddamn mess it looked like a typhoon ran through it. but kidd was nowhere in sight. the only place left to check was the bathroom, which had its lights on.

"w-what the fuck are you- why are you strippin'?!" kidd turned red and all flustered, you had him standing at the other end of the tub with the water running from the shower on the other end. "also, why the fuck did you turn the shower on?!" you hushed him, as if telling him to trust you.

you wrapped a towel around you and then took everything off. only thing left is your panties so you appear quite literally naked. you then got in the tub with kidd. wetting your hair, your face and shoulders before drawing the curtain. kidd remained in his position uncomfortably standing as far as he can and keeping his eyes off of you, even though the proximity was so suffocating.

not even a second passed and the door busted open with the cops and their rifles pointed at the drawn curtain. they instantly dropped their guard and got flustered when they saw you peak from the shower.

"oh shit- sorry, nurse name. we're just- your patient broke out, the mob boss-"

"get out!"

they left apologizing, not questioning you anymore because they have seriously overstepped. the fact that the suspect might be inside flew off their heads when they saw a half naked woman.

"did all that just to save my ass? and now you're half naked before me? aren't you such a doll." kidd said behind you, turning off the shower as he got close to you in doing so, his chest pressing on your back. "let's get that shit off, aye? water makes my metal arm go weak."

it was at that point where everything had dawned in on you. the bullshit you were doing. helping a criminal and you were on your panties with just a towel covering your bare frame before him. you felt cold and you instantly stepped out the tub.

"oh? don't be scared. i won't fuckin' bite. matter of fact, i respect it. made me admire you more." kidd planned to get out but you just rushed to him and drew the curtains once more. pushing him quite fiercely back in the tub he almost slipped.

"s-stop! i-i'll g-get d-dressed first!" you said in much like a blabber, hurrying to just put some clothes on. kidd couldn't contain his smile, leaning his head by the walls and laughing silently to himself. the pain in his arm fading with the burst of joy. his heart getting a little too excited for you.

once it's all over you had him sit down the toilet seat so you can clean his wound and take the bullet out.

"hey, bonnie." he started, observing how you try to calm down with that flustered look on your face amidst prepping his wound to take the bullet out.

"mind tellin' me why you're doin' all this? coulda just left me there, aye? it ain't me to sweat the little things but it makes me wonder a lot about you. ain't you scared of me? for what i might do to you now that i ain't in cuffs anymore?"his voice was dark and he spoke a little slower this time. with sincere and observant eyes. he's making you feel hot with his gaze, so much so that you can't get the damn gloves in your sweaty hands.

"shut up just- shut up." you mumbled, still not looking at him in the eye. his metal hand grabbed your hand, which was earlier busy with tending to his shot arm, to stop you so you can look at him.

"i told you not to get close to me." he started, "so why the fuck are you still playin' nurse while i'm on the run?"

he wasn't teasing nor was he fucking around. kidd was genuinely looking for answers. because he makes a damn good point in calling you out. but you don't know either. you can just leave him lying around. get his head roll so peace will finally be in the south once and for all. but you can't because you're way too fond of him too.

you revere the rush with him. you're such a freak really, the adrenaline you get from the danger he exudes. he makes you excited. feeling like this for a patient is unethical but hell, at this point with the shit you're doing, you're bound to lose your license at this point.

"i didn't forget that dinner you promised." you sat before him, gloves finally in place while holding the forceps you had in your first aid kit. "now keep quiet cause i'll get that bullet out."

kidd was speechless. his heart running a mile per second, the pain in his arm as you carried out the task was almost dulled because he couldn't hear anything but his heart. he never thought you'd feel the same way. he thought you were way out of his league. but here you are now, saving him for another chance and not leaving him susceptible for infection.

but it was not long before he squirmed in pain when the bullet lodged in his brachium moved with you trying to pull it out. you tried alleviating his agony by gently holding him in place by the side of his neck, your thumb soothing circles near his pulse. he was going fucking ballistic at this point with your touch and stimulation and the excruciating pain in his arm.

once you got the bullet out, he was sweating. his body limp and leaning on the tiled walls of the bathroom. you stitched him up soon after cleaning his wound and then bandaged him. he was quiet and was watching you the whole time. very still and was not even teasing you.

"that was the longest i've heard you shut your mouth. was it that painful?" you joked, chuckling as you cut off the final strip of bandage from the roll.

but kidd had pulled you into a kiss with his metal arm when you met his eyes after your joke. he caught your breath as he grinned through your lips, angling his head better to sneak in his tongue. and you just melted like a puddle. your eyes wide open throughout the kiss.

but it was not long before you melted, taking him all in and closing your eyes. his tongue driving you nuts as you squeezed on his thigh, asking him to stop because more of it will make you explode.

once he pulled away, he gave your chin a little poke. the metal playfully meeting your skin with its cold surface.

that's how the most notorious man of the south had escaped with his assigned nurse. news spread out quickly that it was a love out of a novel that sparked in the walls of the prison. some crazy x crazy crap you two danced on.

because why else would you be so keen on making yourself smell good before he picks you up for that dumb dinner? maybe he'd like a sweet smell? or maybe a powdery smell? an erotic one?

and when did the most notorious overthought how he did his hair when he never really cared about it? would you like to see it messy? styled?

kidd had you wore a silk red dress he picked out while he donned a matching one. he pulled up with his convertible on one of his villas that he had you stay in for the time being. he let himself in and waited for you by the couches near the stairs, impatiently at that.

"couldn't wait any longer in your car?" your voice echoed the huge walls of his manor. he looked up and saw you, his heart skipped a beat at how mesmerizing you already look even when you're this far.

"i don't like waiting." he replied, a soft grin as he kept his eye on you as you descended the stairs and finally got close to him. "knew red would look good on you." kidd snaked his flesh arm on your side, placing a kiss down your neck so as to not ruin your make up.

he felt your pulse quicken and your breath hitch when he pulled away. his arm around you tighten. his cologne pungent. and you saw his scar up close, the one you nursed—god, he looked hot.

"hm? somethin' on my face?" he tilted his head a little, discerning the look in your eyes.

you held his cheek close and placed a kiss on his lips. a kiss that's been precarious and has been begging ever since you two parted ways—when he dropped you off of this villa and he went to his own place for a couple of days. you didn't catch sight of him nor did he stop by for a few days, you figured it's some things he's catching up on with the underworld cause he's been MIA for several weeks because of his arrest.

"your lips need more pigment, i don't want you looking dead when i got you all healed up." you wiped your thumb to the corner of his lips, getting rid of the smudged area. you admired your creation with a soft grin.

kidd fought every fiber of his being to not just sling you in his arm and take this all upstairs. after all–with one flick of his finger, that metal ring that keeps your dress together will come right off because that thing you did flipped a switch in him.

"since when did you become so damn cheeky." he slung his arm behind your neck and walked with you out the door. he shut the door behind you before manipulating the car door with his ability from afar so you could get in with ease.

"hm? isn't that one of the things why i amuse you?" you faced him, observing how he would react at your reply. but your stomach was already growling so he ended up laughing in driving off.

"you're kiddin'. how're you only gonna eat a steak dish at a michelin restaurant?" kidd almost berated you at your hesitance when you're literally having a date with one of the richest people in the world.

"i-it's my first time here i want to take it easy, plus i... think it'd be overstepping if i order a lot." you fiddled with your fingers. this wasn't your usual saturday nights so you felt a little shy about it.

"bonnie." he pulled you closer by the curve of your hips, the seat was a semicircular sofa surrounding half of the circular table so he was handsy with you. "this is my treat. the shit i'm spendin' 'ere ain't even a dime to me. so fuck off with that oversteppin' shit you're on about and enjoy the dinner with me, aye?" he slowly laid it out for you in his ear, his fingers digging on the sides of your bare thigh.

as you almost break into a smile, you hear gunshots from afar the restaurant with wares breaking and people exclaiming. kidd's grip around you tightened and he immediately pulled out his gun.

then it dawned in on you. you're both wanted, branded as fugitives. you might as well learn how to fight now, because you'll always be doing it with kidd on your side. constantly being on the run as the first lady of the south blue's most notorious man.

AAAAAHHH 🥹🫶 this was kinda hard to do! i didn't know how to make it dark romancy? as a SN this got me thinkin too much 🫣😳

thank you so much for the request anon! 🌷 kidd as a mafia boss 🤩🔥

if you guys are interested in requesting a fic for my 500 followers event, my askbox is open! click here for the main event post for more info :DD i have slots for forced proximity, hurt to comfort, fantasy, he puts you in your place (smut), and modern aus!

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The CEO Collision - Part Two

Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x CEO!reader (f)

Warnings / content for Part Two: Suggestive content, reader has a wet dream, alcohol consumption, making out, profanities. Please note that other than Ateez, all other character names used are fictional.

Word Count: 9.7k

Masterlist for The CEO Collision

The grand ballroom of the Signiel Hotel was an epitome of elegance. Towering chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, illuminating the clusters of influential figures in healthcare and technology. Conversations hummed in the air, accompanied by the occasional clinking of glasses and laughter.

You stepped into the hall, your maroon blazer and tailored trousers cutting a sharp silhouette. You carried yourself with the poise expected of a CEO, even as the weight of the weekend’s unresolved tension lingered in the back of your mind.

The event organizer greeted you with a warm smile as you approached. “Ms. Kim, welcome! We’re thrilled you could join us. Your keynote has already stirred a lot of excitement.”

You returned the smile with a nod. “Thank you. It’s an honor to be part of such an esteemed gathering.”

As you exchanged pleasantries, a flicker of movement from across the room caught your eye. Your chest tightened when you realized who it was.

Seonghwa.

He stood near a group of executives, his presence effortlessly commanding attention. The navy suit he wore seemed almost too perfect, as if he had been sculpted to fit the very image of a polished CEO. His hair was neatly styled, his expression calm, and yet the sharp edge of his gaze reminded you of how easily he could unravel your composure. You forced yourself to look away, turning your attention back to the organizer and engaging in small talk with other attendees.

The conference was in full swing when you found yourself at one of the refreshment stations, a glass of sparkling water in hand. You had been navigating conversations all morning, but the weight of Seonghwa’s presence never left your periphery.

“Ms. Kim Y/N,” a smooth, familiar voice broke through the din, sending a ripple of unease down your spine.

You turned, finding Seonghwa standing a few feet away, a neutral expression on his face that did little to hide the intensity in his eyes.

“Mr. Park,” you said, keeping your tone even. “I didn’t realize Byeol Materials Group was participating in this conference.”

“We’re presenting on the new technologies we’re developing during the afternoon panel,” he replied, his gaze steady. “I assume you’re delivering the keynote?”

“I am,” you confirmed, lifting your glass to take a measured sip. You refused to let him see how his presence unsettled you, especially after what had happened on Friday night.

The hum of voices around you faded into the background as the tension between you and Seonghwa thickened. His presence had a way of throwing you off balance, though you fought hard to maintain your composure. “Let’s not make this personal,” you said quietly, leaning in just enough to ensure only he could hear you. “There’s too much media here for any drama.”

His lips curved into the faintest smirk. “I wasn’t aware I was being dramatic. But if you say so.”

You shot him a pointed look, but before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted.

“Ms. Kim, Mr. Park,” the event organizer chimed in cheerfully. “The media would love to capture a few shots of you both together as you attended the same university.”

Your stomach flipped. You hesitated for only a fraction of a second before stepping forward, fully aware of the eyes and cameras trained on you. Seonghwa, ever the picture of confidence, moved to stand beside you. “Shall we, Ms. Kim?” he said, his tone unreadable.

You forced a professional smile as the cameras clicked, capturing the two of you side by side. The flashes felt like a spotlight on the unspoken tension, the memories of Friday night simmering just beneath the surface.

As the photographers thanked you and dispersed, Seonghwa leaned in slightly, his voice low and quiet enough for only you to hear. “Careful, Y/N. You might just get used to being by my side.”

You didn’t respond, instead stepping away with a polite nod to the organizer and heading toward the next group of attendees. But his words lingered, unsettling and infuriating all at once.

The conference hall’s grand stage gleamed under the soft spotlight as the emcee’s voice filled the room. “And now, we’ll begin the much-anticipated showcase segment. Some of the most influential figures in the industry are here to present their groundbreaking work.”

Polite applause followed. You smoothed your blazer and checked the time, knowing your turn was coming. From the agenda, you’d noted Seonghwa was presenting before you.

“First, please welcome Mr. Park Seonghwa, CEO of Byeol Materials Group.”

The applause swelled as Seonghwa strode to the stage with his signature confidence, the tailored lines of his suit emphasizing his poised demeanor. You watched, arms crossed, trying to ignore the sudden quickening of your pulse.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and commanding, “Byeol Materials Group has been at the forefront of supplying essential components for the medical field. Today, I’m proud to unveil our latest innovation—nanostructured alloys designed to enhance the durability and efficiency of surgical instruments.”

The screen behind him lit up with sleek graphics, detailing the intricate design of the materials. He explained their applications in minimally invasive surgeries and how they reduced wear and tear over time. The room buzzed with interest.

“Furthermore,” Seonghwa continued, “our alloys are 30% lighter than current industry standards, making them easier for surgeons to handle during long procedures. Our goal has always been to empower the medical community with tools that improve patient outcomes.”

He finished with a confident smile, and the applause was thunderous. You couldn’t deny his charisma or the quality of the work Byeol Materials had achieved. It was a shame that his company was struggling despite the quality work they produce.

As he stepped off the stage, his gaze found yours in the crowd. His expression was unreadable, but you refused to let it rattle you.

After a couple more people pitched their products, it was your turn. “And now,” the emcee announced, “please welcome Ms. Kim Y/N, CEO of Aurum Medical Technologies.”

You walked onto the stage, your heels clicking against the polished floor. The room was silent, expectant. Taking a deep breath, you stepped up to the podium and smiled. “Good afternoon, everyone,” you began, your voice steady. “At Aurum Medical Technologies, we believe that innovation should always serve the people who need it most. Today, I’m excited to introduce our latest device: the VITRA-Scan 360.”

The screen behind you came alive with visuals of a sleek, handheld device. “The VITRA-Scan 360 is a portable diagnostic tool designed for rural and underserved areas. It combines ultrasound, X-ray, and thermal imaging into one compact unit, making it easier for healthcare providers to make accurate diagnoses without the need for large, expensive machinery.”

You noticed some members of the audience leaning forward, intrigued. “This device operates on solar power, ensuring functionality even in areas with inconsistent electricity. It’s lightweight, affordable, and, most importantly, accessible.”

Your voice warmed as you spoke about the pilot program in remote areas and the lives already improved by the device. You finished with a confident smile. “Our mission at Aurum is simple: to make advanced healthcare available to everyone, everywhere.”

The applause was louder than you’d expected, and you felt a rush of pride. As you stepped down, you caught Seonghwa watching you from his table, his expression unreadable.

Later, as the attendees mingled, you were approached by a journalist. “Ms. Y/N, your presentation was truly inspiring. How do you see Aurum and Byeol collaborating in the future, given the synergy between your device and their materials?”

You froze for a fraction of a second before answering smoothly. “Our companies have always shared a commitment to innovation in healthcare. If an opportunity arises for collaboration, I’m sure we’d both consider it carefully.”

Seonghwa, who had been nearby, joined the conversation effortlessly. “I couldn’t agree more,” he said, his tone perfectly diplomatic. “It’s always a pleasure seeing Aurum’s work align with industry advancements.”

The journalist beamed. “That’s fantastic to hear. Thank you both.”

As they left, Seonghwa turned to you with a slight smirk. “That sounded convincing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s called professionalism, Seonghwa. You should try it sometime.”

His chuckle was low, almost amused. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Before you could respond, someone else pulled you into another conversation, but the tension between you and Seonghwa lingered, crackling like a live wire in the air.

As the conference continued, you found yourself navigating the various discussions and networking opportunities, but your mind kept returning to Seonghwa. Every time you caught sight of him, you couldn’t ignore the undercurrent of tension between the two of you. The forced pleasantries were getting more difficult to maintain, but you had learned to be professional above all else.

During a brief break, you found yourself standing by the refreshments table, absently swirling a glass of water. Your thoughts drifted to the words he had said earlier in the day—“You might just get used to being by my side.” The audacity of it still burned, but something else stirred in you too. A vague curiosity, maybe, or the faintest trace of regret.

You didn’t want to think about it.

-x-x-x-

The following morning, as you sat in your office going over emails and reviewing the updates on the VITRA-Scan project, Nari walked in holding her phone with a slightly amused expression.

“Ms. Y/N, you might want to take a look at this,” she said, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

You frowned. “What’s this about?”

She handed you her phone, and you saw the headline of an article displayed clearly on the screen.

"CEO Kim Y/N and CEO Park Seonghwa: Serving the Healthcare Industry and Serving Looks"

Your heart sank a little. It wasn’t just a professional headline—it was as if they were already making assumptions about something personal. You read the first few lines.

"At the prestigious Healthcare Conference held this past weekend in Seoul, CEO Kim Y/N of Aurum Medical Technologies, a subsidiary company under her family’s conglomerate, Celestia Croup, and CEO Park Seonghwa of Byeol Materials Group not only made waves with their innovative presentations, but also sparked speculation about the future of their companies. With both companies focused on advancing medical technology, the collaboration between them seems like a natural next step."

So far, so good. Just business, as expected. But then the tone shifted, and your stomach tightened.

"However, the most talked-about part of the event wasn’t just their companies’ potential collaboration. The chemistry between the two CEOs was impossible to ignore. Industry experts are already buzzing about the possibility of a personal connection beyond the professional one. While neither Kim Y/N nor Park Seonghwa have commented on their relationship, their interactions at the event seemed to suggest there’s more than meets the eye."

You rolled your eyes. The media was already spinning stories based on the brief moments you and Seonghwa had shared. The article went on:

"Sources have hinted at the growing bond between the two CEOs. Both have shared interest in shaping the future of the medical field. It is widely known that Kim Y/N’s twin brother, Kim Hongjoong, Vice Chairman of Celestia Group, is best friends with Park Seonghwa for many years, and the twins and Park Seonghwa attended the same high school and university for their bachelor’s and master’s degrees. Despite their obvious success, they’ve remained largely private about their personal lives, fueling speculation that a union between them could not only change the future of healthcare but could also create a power couple the business world has yet to see."

The article continued to speculate about the chemistry, the potential for collaboration, and even touched on the possibility of future announcements—though no engagement was explicitly mentioned. But still, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. This was so far from reality, and yet here it was, being portrayed as something much bigger.

You passed the phone back to Nari. “This is ridiculous. Just because Seonghwa and I talk doesn’t mean we’re some... power couple.”

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, it doesn’t not mean that. The media is always looking for a narrative, Ms. Y/N. And honestly, you two do make a lot of sense, business-wise. But I know you're not exactly thrilled about them connecting the dots personally."

You rubbed your forehead. “It's just—why can't they focus on the business? We literally spent hours talking about our companies and the future of medical technology. But instead, they’re already making us out to be something we’re not.”

Nari was quiet for a moment, clearly choosing her words carefully. “I get it. But you know how it works. You're in the spotlight now, and they’re going to keep coming back to this. Whether you like it or not, they see two powerful CEOs, and it’s hard for them not to imagine what that could mean beyond the boardroom.”

You sighed heavily, feeling the weight of everything. "But it's not like that. Not for me, anyway. Not yet."

“Well, whatever happens, just remember that you’ve got control over how you let all of this affect you,” Nari said, offering you a reassuring smile. "You're in charge of your own narrative. They can speculate all they want, but at the end of the day, it's your life."

You nodded, trying to shake off the frustration. “Yeah, you're right. I just wish they'd focus on the real story—the work, the innovation. Not whatever this other story they’ve invented is.”

Nari chuckled lightly. "Well, you're certainly giving them something to talk about. I can’t imagine how they would react when your families announce your engagement."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, and I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it for the weeks.”

Seonghwa sat at his sleek, modern desk, scanning through reports when a ping interrupted his concentration. It was a news notification, and his eyes immediately went to the headline:

"CEO Kim Y/N and CEO Park Seonghwa: Serving the Healthcare Industry and Serving Looks"

He arched an eyebrow and clicked the link, his lips curling into a smirk as he read through the article. The write-up was as expected—professional at first, but it didn’t take long for the media to start speculating. About you both. He could already feel a hint of satisfaction stirring in his chest. Despite how much he tried to keep things strictly business between him and you, the media always had a way of making things look more... personal.

His secretary and close friend, Wooyoung, who had been in the corner of the office, immediately caught wind of the article as well. Wooyoung’s loud voice broke the silence. "Ooooh, what’s this?" Wooyoung’s grin was almost too wide, and Seonghwa barely managed to suppress an eye-roll. “Is that you and Y/N, CEO Park? Looking mighty cozy there."

Seonghwa, still amused by the article, leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. "Seems like the press is already shipping us, huh?"

Wooyoung bounced over to him, peering at the screen. "Look at that—chemistry between you two. They’re practically writing a love story for you." He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Should I start calling her ‘Mrs. Park Y/N’ now?”

Seonghwa snorted softly, glancing at Wooyoung, who was holding back a teasing grin. “I’ve always told you, Woo, the press knows how to spin everything. We’re both CEOs, working together on important projects. There’s nothing more to it.”

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Right, right. Nothing but pure business, like as if your parents didn’t ask for her hand in marriage.” He leaned in a bit closer. “But the way you’re looking at that photo—if it were up to me, I’d say you’re enjoying the attention.”

Seonghwa didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he zoomed in on the picture from the conference, both of you standing next to one another, engaged in a conversation that looked way too intimate to the public eye. He couldn't help but admire how you looked together—professionally, yes, but also with undeniable chemistry that he hadn’t exactly planned on showing. Still, he couldn’t deny a small part of him liked it.

In a swift movement, he took a screenshot of the picture. Wooyoung caught the action immediately.

"No way,” Wooyoung grinned. “You’re actually saving it?”

Seonghwa shot him a look. "What do you think? She’s my future wife… hopefully."

Wooyoung gasped in dramatic disbelief. “No way! Are you serious?” He burst into laughter, holding his stomach. “That’s the ultimate flex, Seonghwa. You’ve officially entered the 'power couple' territory. Are you going to print out that picture and hang it in your office next?”

Seonghwa, leaning back in his chair, tried to keep a straight face, but there was an amused glint in his eyes. “You should be thanking me. You’re getting free entertainment for the day.”

Wooyoung snorted, still chuckling. “I’m starting to think this might not just be business anymore. Maybe the CEO Park I know is finally catching feelings.”

Seonghwa shot him a smirk. "Or maybe you're just reading too much into it, Wooyoung. It's just a picture, and I’m just... appreciating the good press."

Wooyoung shook his head, clearly not buying it. "I think you’re doing a little more than appreciating the press, but hey, I’m not judging. At least you’re consistent, man." He gave Seonghwa a knowing wink before heading to the door. “You just wait. The media's going to have a field day with you two soon.”

Seonghwa didn't respond right away, still staring at the picture on his screen. The phone buzzed, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a message from you flash across the screen.

"Let’s keep it professional for now, CEO Park."

He smiled to himself before typing a quick reply, “Always.”

Wooyoung had a point, though. Whether he liked it or not, things between him and you were no longer just about business; honestly, it never really was. But that didn't mean he'd make any rash moves. For now, he was content to let the media do their thing. After all, they had no idea just how complicated things truly were.

But the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips told a different story.

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The sunlight pierced through the curtains, gently waking you from a deep slumber. You groggily opened your eyes, the remnants of sleep clouding your mind. As you stretched beneath the covers, a vague memory clung to you, lingering like a faint echo. Something… someone had been on your mind in the night. The confusion immediately hit you, and you rubbed your temples as if to shake the feeling away.

But the lingering sensations—those weren’t just in your head. They were visceral.

Your breath hitched slightly as the fragments of a dream started to piece together. The image of Seonghwa, naked, his hands on you, his lips brushing against yours in a way that was both tender and desperate. The way his body pressed against yours, his warmth enveloping you. You could almost feel it now, the rush of heat in your veins, the dizzying effect of his touch, the sense of his presence so close to yours...

You groaned, feeling the unmistakable heat rising in your body. You didn’t want to admit it, but the dream had been... real. Far too real for comfort as you felt your panties sticking to your folds.

You quickly sat up, throwing the blankets off your legs and rubbing your face with both hands, trying to clear your mind. "Get a grip," you muttered to yourself, voice strained. But no matter how hard you tried, the images from the dream wouldn’t fade. The sensation of his lips, the sound of his voice close to your ear, the way he had made you feel... everything still felt too vivid.

You cursed under your breath, moving quickly to your bathroom, trying to steady your racing thoughts. Your pulse was erratic, and you couldn’t tell whether it was from the lingering effects of the dream or from the anxiety of it all.

You splashed water on your face, hoping the coolness would wake you up properly. But the truth settled in like a heavy weight on your chest—you couldn't just shake it off. You couldn't ignore the pull Seonghwa had on you, no matter how much you resented it.

But why now? Why this dream? It was too much, too soon. You had barely begun to process the complexities of your situation—your possible engagement, your strained relationship with him, the pressure from your families, everything. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about him this way. You weren’t supposed to feel this… confused.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, trying to steady yourself. "Get it together, Y/N," you whispered, almost as if trying to convince yourself. But in the pit of your stomach, a flicker of warmth still burned, and you hated that it felt so real.

As you finished getting ready for the day, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. You couldn’t ignore the way your body still hummed with the remnants of the dream. And the fact that you had wanted him, even in that dream… Well, that made things even more complicated than before.

You made your way downstairs, still feeling the effects of the wet dream that had stirred something inside you earlier. Your body still hummed with a mix of confusion and desire, and you tried to push the thoughts out of your mind as you entered the dining room.

But as soon as you stepped in, you froze.

There, sitting at the table like it was the most natural thing in the world, was Seonghwa. He was casually sipping his coffee, and the way he licked his lips after taking a slow sip had your pulse racing immediately. It was a simple, almost unconscious movement, but in your current state, it was enough to send a ripple of heat through your body.

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but it was hard to ignore the flood of memories from the dream that came rushing back. The image of his lips, so close and yet so far, felt too real. Your mouth went dry as you blinked rapidly, trying to shake the lingering thoughts.

"Good morning, Y/N," your father greeted you warmly, though it did little to ease the discomfort settling in your stomach. "We’re having a light breakfast before we head out for the day. Seonghwa’s joining us for a meeting, so we thought we’d talk over breakfast."

Your brother, Hongjoong, flashed you a playful grin from across the table. "Nothing to worry about, though. It’s all business today."

You nodded absently, trying to focus on the mundane, but your gaze flickered back to Seonghwa. He was still drinking his coffee, completely unaware of the effect he was having on you. Or maybe he wasn’t—maybe he knew, and he was enjoying the power he had over your thoughts. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, and for a split second, it felt like everything else faded away.

You turned away quickly, moving to the counter to pour yourself some coffee, hoping to regain some composure.

Seonghwa cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "It’s a busy day ahead," he said calmly, his voice smooth, just like it always was. "Hongjoong and I have a meeting with an investor soon."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "I see," you replied, forcing yourself to focus on something—anything—other than him. But his presence was overwhelming and every small movement he made seemed to draw your attention like a magnet.

You felt Hongjoong's eyes on you, noticing the way you stiffened. "You alright, Y/N?" he asked, his tone teasing, but there was concern in his voice. "You seem distracted."

You quickly recovered. "Yeah, just tired," you said, avoiding his gaze. You could feel Seonghwa’s eyes on you again, but you refused to look up, even though the energy between you two was thick with something unspoken.

Your mother, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, smiled warmly. "Well, it’s good to have everyone together this morning. Seonghwa, it’s been a while since we had breakfast with you."

Seonghwa simply smiled, his lips curving just enough to be polite but not enough to hide the playfulness in his eyes. "It’s nice to start the day with a meal like this." He glanced at you then, and there was something in the way his gaze lingered that made your breath catch in your throat.

You quickly grabbed your bag from the counter, desperate to escape the building tension. "I should head out soon," you said, not looking at anyone in particular. "Lots to do."

Seonghwa gave you a knowing look, the smallest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips as he leaned back in his chair. "I’m sure you’re busy," he said, voice smooth and quiet.

You barely held back the shiver that ran down your spine. Without another word, you turned on your heel and quickly made your way to the door, feeling his eyes follow you as you left.

You walked into your office, trying to shake off the tension from the morning. The elevator ride had felt like an eternity, every second of silence making your thoughts feel more overwhelming. But as soon as you entered your office, the sight of Yeri sitting on your desk made you pause.

She was grinning mischievously, a cup of coffee in hand, clearly waiting for you. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased, her voice high and full of energy. "I thought you'd be late after your little... 'adventure' this past week."

You froze for a moment, caught off guard. Then, the memory of Yeosang's birthday party flashed before your eyes—the balcony, the almost-kiss, the strange, unexpected pull toward Seonghwa. Your face heated up, and before you could stop yourself, everything came rushing out.

"I had a dream about him, Yeri. A wet dream," you blurted, hands shaking as you quickly closed the door behind you. "About Seonghwa."

Yeri’s eyes widened, her coffee cup freezing halfway to her mouth. "Wait, what? You what?" she gasped, her voice rising in excitement. "Tell me everything."

You rubbed your temples, feeling the familiar flush creeping up your neck. You had no idea why you were telling her this, but it was like the floodgates had opened, and now everything was spilling out. "I don’t even know how it happened, but I woke up all… hot and bothered." You groaned, sinking into your chair, unable to stop yourself. "And now all I can think about is him. His lips. His touch. Everything. And he joined my family for breakfast today and I just… ugh, I don’t know!"

Yeri’s eyes sparkled with amusement. She set her coffee down on the desk and slid over to the chair next to you. "Oh my god," she muttered, trying to hold back her laughter. "You’ve got it bad, huh? I mean, really bad."

"I don’t know what’s happening," you admitted, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "It’s so confusing. I’ve hated him for years, but now? After all this time? I just…" You trailed off, burying your face in your hands. "I can’t stop thinking about kissing him, Yeri."

At that, Yeri burst out laughing, her voice echoing around the room. She couldn’t help herself, her playful teasing turning into full-blown amusement. "Oh my god, you want to kiss him? The same Seonghwa who you’ve been at odds with for ages?!" She was practically squealing with excitement. "This is so much better than I ever expected! The CEO tension is real! I mean, he’s already been in your pants before too."

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. "I don’t even know what to do with myself. It’s like I want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time. And every time I see him, I get this strange pull—like something’s drawing me to him."

Yeri leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I think you know exactly what you want. Don’t tell me you’re going to keep playing this game of pretending you don’t feel anything." She raised an eyebrow. "Just give in already. He obviously wants you too."

You stared at her in disbelief. "Yeri, do you even know what you’re saying? We’re supposed to be engaged for business reasons, not because we like each other."

"Oh, please," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Everyone knows there’s something more than business going on here. You and Seonghwa are playing a dangerous game. You’re already half in love with him. You had feelings for him before, I’m not surprised how easy it is for you this time."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, and for a brief moment, you wondered if she was right. Could it be that simple? Could you really be falling for him despite everything?

Before you could reply, Yeri was already bouncing in her seat, practically vibrating with excitement. "You’re totally falling for him again! You just haven’t realized it yet."

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was, her words hit too close to home. The feeling in your chest wasn’t just confusion or attraction. It was something deeper, something you had been ignoring for too long.

"I don’t know, Yeri. This is all so messed up," you admitted, feeling your heart race at the thought of Seonghwa.

Yeri gave you a wink, clearly relishing the situation. "You’ve got this, Y/N. Just remember, if you need any advice, I’m your girl. We’ll make sure Seonghwa doesn’t get away."

You leaned back in your chair, still trying to sort through your feelings. “Yeah, I guess so,” you muttered, your mind already a swirl of conflicting emotions.

A notification on your phone went off and you quickly took a glance at it.

Seonghwa: Would you like to have dinner with me at my place tonight?

Your eyes widened a bit, and your heart skipped a beat. "Oh my god, Yeri, he just asked me to come over for dinner."

Yeri chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So you’ll be alone with him?"

"Actually, I’m not sure, since he lives with his parents too," you replied, typing your response to Seonghwa, your fingers trembling slightly as you tried to act cool.

You: With your parents?

Seonghwa replied almost instantly.

Seonghwa: I’m not sure if they would be joining us, but most likely they will. Depends on when they get back from their golf trip. Why? Would you rather be alone with me?

You could feel your cheeks heating up at the question. The implications of what he was suggesting didn’t escape you. Yeri leaned in, her smirk widening as she watched your face flush.

“Y/N, I swear. If you don’t go, I will personally drag you to his house myself,” Yeri teased, nudging you playfully.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "This is ridiculous. Why does he always have to make everything sound... so complicated?"

“Complicated?” Yeri leaned back, clearly enjoying your dilemma. "More like exciting, right?"

You groaned inwardly, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized how true it was. There was something undeniably exciting about the prospect of being alone with Seonghwa. After everything that had happened, the tension between you two was palpable. Your dream, the awkward moments at work, and now this dinner invitation... everything felt like it was building up to something.

Yeri’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Just text him already. I know you want to.”

You stared at the screen of your phone for a long moment, then, against your better judgment, you typed a reply.

You: I’m fine with that. I’ll see you tonight then.

You hit send, your breath catching as you realized you had just agreed to dinner with Seonghwa—alone, at his place.

Yeri was grinning ear to ear. “There we go. This is going to be so interesting.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, a mixture of anticipation and nerves swirling inside you. What the hell was going to happen tonight?

The large dining room was warmly lit, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a gentle light over the table. The meal was simple but delicious—a homemade feast, rich in flavors and variety. Seonghwa sat at the head of the table, looking effortlessly composed as usual. His parents, both welcoming and kind, chatted with you like they had known you for years.

Seonghwa's mom, a woman with a calm and gentle demeanor, smiled at her son. "You really outdid yourself, Seonghwa," she said, her voice full of admiration. "This dinner is lovely."

You blinked in surprise, glancing between her and Seonghwa. "Wait, you cooked all of this?" you asked, unable to hide your disbelief.

Seonghwa shot you a subtle, almost shy smile. "I did. Not all of it cause I did not have much time, but I prepared most of the dishes," he replied, a proud glint in his eyes. "I’ve always liked to cook."

You couldn’t believe it. With all the resources and staff available to him, you had assumed the meal had been prepared by one of their chefs. But here he was, cooking for his family, and doing it with ease.

His dad, a tall man with a warm smile, chuckled beside you. "It’s true," he said, his voice full of pride. "Seonghwa prefers to do things himself. He even insisted on cleaning his own room when he was younger. Wouldn’t let the staff near it. Even today, he cleans his own room."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really? You clean your own room?" you asked, amused. Seonghwa simply shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed but not apologetic.

"Guess I’m a little... particular about how things are done," he said, his gaze briefly flickering to you. "I like to have control over the little things."

His mother laughed softly, shaking her head fondly. "He’s always been that way," she said. "Even now, if there’s something wrong in the house, he’ll be the one to fix it."

It was a side of Seonghwa you had never seen before. The CEO who exuded confidence and power, yet here he was, a man who took pride in doing his own work—whether it was cooking or keeping his personal space organized.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little more at ease in this warm, homey environment. "I’m impressed," you admitted, lifting your glass of wine. "I had no idea you were like this. Hongjoong has never said a word to me."

Seonghwa’s smile softened, and for a moment, he looked less like a CEO and more like someone who was simply enjoying the company of his family and friends. "I try to keep things balanced," he said quietly, meeting your gaze for a moment before turning back to his parents. "I think it helps me stay grounded."

The rest of dinner continued with light-hearted conversation, and though you still felt the awkwardness between you and Seonghwa lingering, it slowly began to dissipate. His parents were warm and engaging, and Seonghwa, despite his usual guarded demeanor, seemed comfortable, as though he truly enjoyed the time spent with his family and you.

As the meal came to an end, Seonghwa’s mother insisted on serving dessert that their chef was currently preparing, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the hospitality. "Thank you for having me over," you said to Seonghwa’s parents, your voice sincere. "This has been really nice."

Seonghwa's mother smiled softly, setting down her wine glass as she looked over at you. "We’re always so happy to have you. Also, would you like to see the library until dessert arrives? It’s one of my favorite places in the house," she said with a gentle tone. "It’s quite beautiful, and Seonghwa’s been wanting to show it to you."

You blinked in surprise, glancing at Seonghwa. His expression was unreadable, but his lips curled into a small, polite smile. "I’d be happy to show you," he said, standing up from the table, gesturing for you to follow.

Seonghwa’s mom beamed, clearly pleased. "I’m sure you’ll love it," she added, her eyes twinkling. "Take your time."

You nodded and followed Seonghwa, leaving the dining room behind. The warmth of the house, the pleasant scent of the meal still lingering in the air, gave everything a homely feel. As you walked down the hallway, you couldn’t help but admire the house’s interior—elegantly furnished, with an air of comfort and sophistication.

You arrived at a grand set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Seonghwa pushed them open, revealing a large, quiet space. The library was nothing short of spectacular when he switched the lights on.

It was a room filled with towering bookshelves, each one neatly organized and brimming with books of all kinds. Soft, dim golden light spilled from the chandeliers overhead, creating a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. You could see why his mother loved it here—it was a perfect blend of elegance and tranquility.

"This is beautiful," you said, stepping into the room, your voice softer now as you took in the surroundings. The scent of old books mixed with the faintest hint of polished wood, and the sheer size of the library was awe-inspiring.

Seonghwa gave a small nod, his eyes scanning the room before settling back on you. "It’s my mom’s favorite place. She spends a lot of time here when she wants to relax," he explained, his voice calm, almost wistful.

You ran your fingers along the spines of the books as you walked past them, feeling the weight of history in each one. "Do you spend much time here, too?" you asked, glancing back at Seonghwa.

He paused for a moment before nodding, his expression thoughtful. "I used to, when I had more time. But lately, it’s been harder to find the time to sit and read for hours." He walked over to a section of the room, gesturing for you to follow. "I come in here when I need to clear my head. It’s quiet and I like the dim lights."

As you followed him, you noticed a few family photos scattered around the room on small tables—pictures of Seonghwa as a child, with his parents, and some even with his friends. It was strange seeing him in such a different light, outside the role of the CEO or the enigmatic, aloof businessman you were used to.

"You’ve got a lot of history here," you remarked, turning to him as you looked at one of the photos. "It’s nice."

Seonghwa’s gaze lingered on the photo for a moment before he turned back to you, his expression softening slightly. "It is," he agreed quietly. "My parents have always valued family... even in the midst of everything else."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. There was a vulnerability in his voice that you hadn’t heard before, a side of him that was far from the powerful CEO. It made you see him in a new light, one that made everything between you feel even more complicated.

"You can take a look around," Seonghwa said, breaking the silence. "There’s no rush."

You smiled, appreciating his hospitality, and began to wander further into the library. It felt like a space where time slowed down, where the outside world couldn’t touch you. As you moved along the shelves, you spotted a beautiful leather-bound collection of books on medical technology and advancements, which caught your attention.

“Is this yours?” you asked, and he nodded. "I didn’t know you were into this," you said, pulling one of the books out and flipping through it. "I figured you were more into business."

Seonghwa chuckled softly, walking over to stand beside you. "I’m interested in a lot of things. Medical technology has always fascinated me—especially with the work we do at Byeol Materials. I think it’s important to understand the field, even if it’s not my main focus."

You glanced up at him, surprised by the depth of his knowledge and interest. There was so much more to him than you had originally thought.

"It’s rare to find someone who has such a broad perspective," you said, your voice a little softer now. "Most people focus only on their own lane."

He met your gaze, his expression slightly more open. "I believe in understanding as much as I can," he said quietly. "The more you know, the more you can contribute."

You both stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the connection between you growing stronger, yet still laced with an undercurrent of tension that neither of you had fully addressed.

You wandered through the library, your fingers gliding along the spines of the books. The smell of aged paper mixed with wood polish filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The room was beautiful, but your focus wavered, your mind still replaying the dinner conversation and the glances Seonghwa had been throwing your way all evening.

One book title caught your eye on the top shelf, its gold lettering glinting softly in the dim light. You stood on your tiptoes, reaching for it, but it was just out of your grasp. Frustrated, you stretched further, only to feel a presence behind you—warm, solid, and far too close.

“Need some help?” Seonghwa’s deep voice murmured against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t turn right away, your breath hitching as his scent enveloped you. Slowly, you looked over your shoulder to see him towering behind you, his arm reaching past you to effortlessly grab the book. His other hand came to rest on the shelf beside your head, caging you in.

“Seems like you’re always in situations where you need saving,” he teased, his voice low and dripping with amusement.

You turned fully, your body brushing against his, your chin tilting up to meet his gaze. “I didn’t ask for your help, but I’ll take it,” you replied, your tone laced with challenge.

His lips curved into a faint smirk as he handed you the book, but you didn’t take it right away. Instead, you let your fingers brush deliberately against his, holding his gaze, which had darkened with something unspoken.

“You know,” you said, your voice soft but daring, “I’m starting to think you enjoy being the hero.”

Seonghwa tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening. “Maybe I just enjoy you being in situations where I can step in.”

Your heart raced, the tension between you thick and electric. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his stare pinning you in place. Boldness surged through you, fueled by the charged atmosphere and the heat you felt in your pants. You reached up, placing your hand lightly on his chest, your fingers grazing the fabric of his loose black t-shirt.

“Always so sure of yourself,” you murmured, your voice dropping as you leaned in just a fraction, enough to feel the whisper of his breath on your skin. “It’s almost unfair.”

He inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to your lips before locking onto your eyes. “Careful, Y/N,” he said, his voice tight, controlled, but laced with something dangerous. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” you countered, your fingers curling slightly into his shirt.

For a moment, he didn’t move, his eyes searching yours as if he were debating something. Then, he lowered his head, bringing his lips achingly close to yours, but not quite touching. “You really want to do this?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper. “It will only get hotter from here.”

You tilted your head, your lips barely grazing his, your voice dropping to a provocative whisper. “I do,” you said, letting the challenge linger in the charged air between you. Your hand moved down his chest, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt, until it hovered near the waistband of his pants.

Before you could take it further, Seonghwa’s larger hand caught yours, his grip firm but electrifying. In a swift motion, he laced his fingers with yours and pinned your hand against the bookshelf, his body pressing into yours as the tension finally snapped. Without hesitation, his lips crashed against yours, a blend of frustration and unrestrained desire pouring into the kiss.

The book you had been holding slipped from your other hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud, but you didn’t care. Your free hand snaked around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair as you pulled him closer. He responded with equal intensity, his free arm wrapping around your waist to press you firmly against the shelves, as if he couldn’t bear even a fraction of space between you.

The kiss deepened, a heady mix of heat and urgency, leaving no room for hesitation or second-guessing. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your knees weak, and when he bit down gently on your lower lip, a quiet gasp escaped you, making him smirk against your mouth.

Breaking the kiss just enough to look at you, his breath came in short, shallow bursts, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, his voice rough and dripping with raw emotion. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing, but the wicked grin on your lips betrayed your confidence. “I think I have an idea,” you replied, your voice teasing but breathless.

His gaze flicked to your lips once more, and for a second, you thought he might lose himself all over again. But then, as if some shred of restraint returned, he let out a frustrated sigh and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Y/N,” he started, his tone a mix of warning and longing, “fuck… if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”

Your hand tightened around his neck, your lips brushing against his in a whisper of a kiss. “I don’t want to stop.” For a moment, the world stood still as he processed your words, his restraint hanging by a thread. Then, with a low growl that sent shivers down your spine, Seonghwa closed the gap between you again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was hungrier, hotter, and more desperate than before.

His hand trailed up your back, pulling you impossibly closer, while his other hand slid along your jawline, tilting your face to deepen the kiss. You responded with equal fervor, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging just enough to earn a low, guttural sound from him that made your stomach flip.

His lips left yours only to trail down your jaw and to your neck, leaving a searing path of heat in their wake. Your head tilted back instinctively, giving him better access as your breath hitched, a soft moan escaping your lips when he gently sucked on your skin, being careful to not leave a mark. Every kiss, every touch was filled with the unspoken tension that had built up over years, threatening to consume you both.

His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you against him, and you could feel his clothed hard dick press against your stomach. A sharp vibration broke through the haze, causing Seonghwa to groan against your skin. The spell shattered as his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he muttered under his breath, pressing his forehead to your shoulder for a brief second before fishing out his phone with one hand, while the other cupped your cheek, thumb gently rubbing your skin. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening when he saw the caller ID.

“Wooyoung… this better be good,” he answered the call, his voice low and rough, a mix of frustration and obligation. As he listened to his secretary, you couldn’t help but admire the sight of him—slightly disheveled hair, lips swollen from your kisses, his entire demeanor still radiating heat even as he handled business. It was a stark reminder of the duality he carried so effortlessly, and it made your heart race all over again.

“Okay, I’ll handle it in a bit, Woo,” he said curtly before hanging up, his gaze snapping back to you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of what had just happened—and what had been interrupted—hanging heavily in the air.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. “That couldn’t wait.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the lingering tension. “It’s okay. Duty calls.”

His eyes lingered on you, conflicted but undeniably drawn. “This isn’t over,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your lips, his voice carrying a promise that sent a thrill through you.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you replied, your tone teasing but your heart hammering in your chest.

With that, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, straightening his shirt as he composed himself. “Let’s go before something else derails us.”

You nodded, following him out of the library, but the charged atmosphere between you remained. The walk back to the dining room was thick with tension. Neither of you said a word, but every glance, every brush of his hand against yours as you walked, felt loaded with unspoken words. The air was charged, your body still humming from the encounter in the library, and you couldn’t help but replay every moment in your mind.

When you entered the dining room, Seonghwa’s parents were still seated, chatting softly over dessert and wine. His mother’s eyes lit up as she saw the two of you, and she smiled warmly. “There you two are! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost among the shelves.”

“Not at all,” Seonghwa replied smoothly, his voice back to its composed, professional tone. “I was just showing Y/N around. We got caught up in a few interesting finds.”

You nodded, managing a polite smile despite the fluttering in your chest. “Your library is incredible, Mrs. Park. I could spend days in there.”

Her smile widened with pride. “I’m so glad you think so. It’s always been my sanctuary, and I’m thrilled you enjoyed it.”

Seonghwa’s father leaned back in his chair, regarding the two of you with a curious glint in his eye. “It’s good to see you two getting along,” he said, his tone casual but carrying an undertone that made your cheeks flush. “It’ll make working together easier, I’m sure.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat subtly, stepping closer to you and resting a hand lightly on the back of your chair as he pulled it out for you to sit. The simple gesture felt protective, and you found yourself glancing up at him, only to meet his gaze for a fleeting moment before he turned to take his own seat, the glances noticed by his parents.

The conversation at the table shifted to business matters, with Mr. Park asking about Aurum Medical Technologies’ latest developments. You answered confidently, explaining your plans for expanding production and introducing new products to meet growing demand. The steady rhythm of professional talk helped calm your racing thoughts, though every now and then, you’d catch Seonghwa watching you, his gaze thoughtful and intense.

When dessert was finished, Mrs. Park rose from her seat. “I think this has been a lovely evening,” she said warmly. “Y/N, it was such a pleasure having you here. I do hope we’ll see more of you.”

“I’d like that,” you replied sincerely, standing to shake her hand. She surprised you by pulling you into a gentle hug instead, her affection catching you off guard but leaving you with a sense of comfort.

After saying your goodbyes, Seonghwa walked you to your car. The evening air seemed to thicken around you, amplifying the tension that had been simmering all night. Seonghwa stood close, his hands resting casually in his pockets, but his eyes betrayed something far less composed—a storm of emotions swirling just beneath the surface.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said softly, his voice low and sincere.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you replied, matching his tone. “Your parents are wonderful, and the dinner was... unexpectedly pleasant.”

His lips quirked into a faint smirk, and he stepped closer. “Unexpectedly pleasant? Should I be offended?”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Let’s just say you have a knack for catching me off guard.”

“Good,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower. “I like keeping you on your toes.”

Before you could respond, Seonghwa reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, almost tentative, but the intensity in his gaze was anything but. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his movements slow, deliberate—giving you every chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Your back pressed against the cool surface of your car as Seonghwa closed the distance between you, his hand sliding to cup your cheek. His lips found yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, his other hand bracing against the car door to trap you in place. Your hands instinctively moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you melted into him, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and longing.

The kiss was intoxicating, every brush of his lips against yours igniting a fire that burned through every coherent thought in your mind. When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your faces just inches apart.

“Drive safe,” he said, his voice rough, his lips curling into a faint smirk that made your knees weak.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing as you nodded.

His fingers lingered against your cheek for a moment longer before he stepped back, allowing you to open your car door. As you slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, you couldn’t resist glancing at him one last time. He was still standing there, his hands in his pockets, watching you with an intensity that made your pulse race all over again.

As you drove away, the taste of him still lingering on your lips, one thought consumed your mind: you were in deep, and there was no turning back now.

Once your car was no longer in his view, Seonghwa headed back inside his family mansion, closing the front door behind him, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled. The kiss had left him exhilarated and on edge, his mind replaying the moment over and over. He turned toward the living room, only to freeze in his tracks at the sight of his parents seated on the couch, identical smirks plastered across their faces.

“Well, that looked... passionate,” his father remarked, folding his arms and leaning back against the couch.

Seonghwa groaned, his hand dragging down his face. “You were watching?”

His mother let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not intentionally, dear. But you were right outside the window, and, well... it was hard to miss with a window this large.”

Seonghwa felt his ears heat up, and he turned away slightly, muttering, “It wasn’t... I mean, it’s not what it looked like?” his own words felt like a question because he didn’t know what to say.

His father raised a skeptical brow. “Really? Because it looked like you just kissed the woman you’ve been pretending not to care about.”

“Dad,” Seonghwa warned, though his tone lacked bite. He sank into the armchair across from them, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fine… I like her. A lot. But I don’t know if she feels the same way.”

His mother’s expression softened instantly, and she leaned forward, resting her hand on his knee. “Seonghwa, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. There’s no way she doesn’t feel something.”

“Mom, you don’t know that,” he said quietly, his usual confidence faltering. “I hurt her multiple times before. I don’t even know if she’s forgiven me completely. We… never really spoke about the past.”

His mother shook her head, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Trust me, Seonghwa. A woman doesn’t look at a man the way she looks at you unless she feels something deep. And Y/N is wonderful—strong, kind, and intelligent. You’d be a fool not to give this a real chance.”

His father chimed in with a nod. “She’s got a sharp mind, that one. Definitely someone who can keep up with you, maybe even outmatch you.” He grinned, clearly enjoying teasing his son. “You’d better not mess this up again.”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile despite himself. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad.”

His mother gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Just be honest with her, Seonghwa. Show her how much you care. If she’s the right one, and I know she is, it’ll work out.”

Seonghwa sat back, his thoughts drifting to you—your laugh, the spark in your eyes when you teased him, and the softness in your gaze when you thought he wasn’t looking. Maybe his mother was right. Maybe there was more between you than he dared to hope for.

“I hope you’re right,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. But deep down, a part of him was already planning how he could win your heart completely.

End of Part Two.

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