The next text was an address.
And below it:
“If you don’t show up by 8 PM, I pull out my ‘support’... and your family goes back to square one. But worse.”
Seungmin’s hands trembled slightly. His throat dried up.
This didn’t help.
It was a leash.
And he was already wearing it.
The city had started to fall into twilight by the time Seungmin reached the address.
It wasn’t some shady alley like he half-expected. No, Minho didn’t do low-profile.
It was a luxury high-rise—glass like mirrors, marble steps, and a doorman who said nothing when Seungmin gave his name.
The elevator hummed softly as it rose.
Floor 29.
The doors opened into silence.
No hallway.
Just a private penthouse entrance, the door already slightly open.
Seungmin stepped inside.
The lights were dim. The space smelled like expensive cologne and fresh-cut flowers, but there was no warmth in it.
Minho stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to the room, and bathed in gold light from the setting sun.
“You came,” Minho said, without turning.
Seungmin stayed by the door, fists clenched. “You made sure I had to.”
“That’s not true,” Minho said lazily, finally turning to face him. “You had a choice. And you made it.”
He walked toward Seungmin slowly, every step measured.
“Isn’t it funny?” he said. “One phone call from me, and your dad’s crying stops. One message, and your mom starts smiling again.”
“You don’t get to talk about them,” Seungmin snapped.
Minho smiled, something cruel curling at the edges.
“Oh, I already did more than talk, Seungmin. I saved them. But saving people is exhausting. I’m starting to think…” he stepped closer, voice lowering, “maybe it’s not worth it unless the person I'm saving is willing to bend a little.”
Seungmin didn’t move, but his voice came quiet, firm.
“So what now? You want me to lie? Fall on my knees? Say the video was my fault?”
Minho tilted his head, as if considering it.
“Not yet,” he said. “First, I want to see something.”
“See what?”
“How far you’ll go to protect people who have no idea what you’re doing.”
Seungmin’s heart dropped.
This wasn’t about the video anymore.
It was about control.
And Minho was only just getting started.
Seungmin’s breath was shallow.
His palms were slick with sweat, heart rattling in his chest like a trapped bird.
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