A/N This will be a long chapter. Sorry for that :(
Yunseo's POV
The house was ancient and Gothic. Shadows seemed to wander around every corner.
Could I even call this place a house?
It looked more like an abandoned castle from the Joseon dynasty, like the ones in historical K-dramas. So how did I end up here?
Let me give a quick summary of what happened.
So, after Rowoon carried me unceremoniously on his shoulder, he threw me into a black Artura. ( Okay, that was embarrassing. Also, how many cars does this guy have? And, do not ask me how I know so much about cars.)
No matter how hard I punched and kicked at his ridiculously muscled body, he didn't budge.
While I was shouting at him for like the 100th time, he calmly fastened my seatbelt and revved the engine. He had the audacity to ignore me and drive the car to god knows where.
He seemed to know wherever he was going. But what surprised me was that he didn't ask for backup. It was just us. I asked him where we were going, but he didn't say anything.
We were driving for hours, so I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep. Sleep was better than the awkward silence. Also, I had to distract myself from the way he was driving. Every time he tightened his grip on the steering, I could see the veins, and then I noticed that he had big hands. And those long fingers...
I mustn't go there.
So, I closed my eyes and dozed off.
Next thing I know, I ended up here in this old estate. It's located somewhere deep in a forest or the mountains. I'm such an idiot. I'm supposed to memorise the route in case there's any chance of escape. But no, instead of being tactical, I slept. Typical me.
Rowoon just grabbed my wrist and took me into the house. Although the house was old, it had a very modern security system. After entering codes and making sure that the house was fully secured, he asked me to "make yourself at home." Then he went upstairs, and all I could register was the sound of a very heavy door closing. WHAT THE FUCK?
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
"You bimbo! You twat!"
"Let me go! You can't take me wherever you want!"
"Come out and face me, you narcissistic arsehole!"
Yeah, so I've been shouting blindly and got no response. He didn't come out from wherever he was hiding. Was he hiding? But why? From me?
He probably had a separate suite upstairs, and I could just barge in...even break his stupid door down. Ughh, who am I even kidding?
So, after standing gloomily and registering the fact that I was still stuck with this idiot, I decided to explore the house. ----
So here I am...exploring. :)
Photos of him were hung on the walls. One photo, which must've been taken during his debut days, drew me in. I found myself stepping closer for a better look. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. It must have been from his debut stage.
In the photo, he's smiling brightly, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, gripping the microphone as he sings. Golden confetti is drifting around him, catching the light and casting a soft, radiant glow that makes the moment feel almost magical. There's a warmth to it—something pure and untouched.
He looks so young, so unguarded…
I moved slowly along the walls. Photographs were arranged in careful clusters: pieces of a life put on display, yet somehow too intimate to look at for too long.
Some were clearly from professional shoots. In one, Rowoon stood beneath sharp studio lights, dressed in black, his gaze dark, almost dangerous. In another, the mood softened; he wore a loose sweater, hair falling gently over his eyes, a quiet, boyish smile tugging at his lips. There were candid shots...caught mid-laughter, eyes crinkled, unguarded in a way that felt rare.
And then…
I stopped.
One photograph held me in place longer than the rest. The styling was minimal: an open shirt, the clean line of his collarbone exposed, just enough to reveal the toned planes beneath. It wasn't explicit. But there was something about it… something that made heat rise unexpectedly to my face.
I looked away.
And then, without meaning to, I looked back again.
This was ridiculous.
I had never been the type to linger over someone. Never cared enough to notice details like this. And yet here I was, staring at a man I wish I had never met. Why was I locked in a trance-like state right now? They were just photographs...I wasn't really fascinated by him. Was I?
The thought unsettled me.
I forced myself to move on.
The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, pulling me forward until the air changed...cooler, quieter. When I stepped through the open doors, I found myself in a courtyard.
At its center stood a red plum blossom tree, its branches reaching outward like something out of a painting. Petals trembled softly in the breeze, their deep crimson vivid against the pale stone ground.
But then my gaze shifted.
Along one wall, half-hidden in shadow, hung a collection of swords. Not replicas but real ones. Sleek, polished, and far too carefully kept to be mere decoration. Beside them, pieces of armor rested in silence, dark and imposing, as though they belonged to another era entirely.
I frowned.
An idol… with swords? Well, there's his double identity as mafia heir, I guess?
Butis he some kind of assassin as well?
The thought slipped in before I could stop it. I almost scoffed at myself right after. Nah, ain't no way.
Still…
Something about it felt off.
I exhaled and turned away, choosing not to follow that line of thinking any further. Instead, I walked toward the plum blossom tree and sat beneath it, the cool stone grounding me.
The branches swayed gently above, and a few petals loosened, drifting down until one brushed against my sleeve.
I tilted my head back, watching the blossoms against the sky.
I've always loved flowers. There's something about them: fragile, fleeting, yet unbearably beautiful. It makes everything else feel distant for a moment.
A petal landed softly in my palm.
I stared at it, then curled my fingers just enough to hold it without crushing it.
For some reason, I thought of the boy in the photographs. The one smiling beneath golden confetti, eyes bright and untouched.
I wanted to see him...learn more about him.
My gaze drifted downward, unfocused, settling on the petals scattered across the ground. They had gathered around me without me noticing. Soft, crimson fragments against the pale stone. I stared at them for a while, not really thinking.
And then… something felt off.
A small detail, easy to miss.
Just beside my hand, half-hidden beneath the fallen blossoms, one of the tiles looked different. Not in color exactly, but in texture. Smoother. Worn in a way the others weren't. At its center was an engraving of a plum blossom, carved into the stone.
My fingers hovered over it for a moment before I pressed down.
A soft click echoed beneath me.
I froze.
For a second, nothing happened.
A low, grinding sound broke through the quiet. Stone shifted somewhere behind me, heavy and deliberate. My head snapped up just in time to see a section of the courtyard floor, near the base of the tree, slowly sink inward and slide aside.
Revealing darkness beneath.
A staircase.
My heart skipped.
"What…?"
This couldn't be real.
A hidden basement in his house?
For a moment, I hesitated. But curiosity pulled stronger. I stood and stepped toward it, cool air brushing against my skin as I began to descend.
Each step felt louder than the last. The light faded. The air grew colder.
When I reached the bottom, I paused-then looked up.
My breath caught. My heart slammed against my ribs.
"What… the hell…?"
A cold wave of realization crept up my spine, slow and suffocating.
Whatever I had just uncovered…
It changed everything...
Rowoon's POV
This was a bad idea.
A terrible idea.
The absolute worst.
Why did I bring him here? Yeah, sure, it was to keep him safe, but I could've picked anywhere else.
F U CK
Oh, this is bad...this is really bad...how can I even get hard at a situation like this?
I'm so hard. Bloody hell.
I couldn't control myself, so I had to run upstairs and lock myself in my room.
Ughhh gosh, all I wanted was to kiss him senseless and fuck him against the wall. I almost lost myself in the red haze.
Even now, all I could think about is him. This is dangerous, and I'm walking into unknown territory. It's like I'm some animal in heat. All my thoughts kept circling back to him...his scent, his face, his shadow, and his voice were haunting my mind.
If I see him again, I know I won't be able to stop myself. I would corner him and take things slow till he begs me to go fast. I would worship his body and give him pleasure till he begs me not to stop. I will make him my masterpiece and engrave him within me because my obsession will never stop.
"What am I gonna do?"
I was lying on the floor with my back against the wall. My heart was pounding louder than it should be. Heat crept through my body spreading from my chest to my face until I couldn't bear it. I covered my face with both hands, palms pressed tight, as if I could hide from the thoughts rushing in.
Why am I like this around him?
Just the thought of him was enough to set me on fire.
Bringing him here made everything worse. It felt intimate...
My grandmother built this house for me...well, according to her words, it's a gift for my future wife and me. I need to tell her that I don't swing that way.
This house was supposed to be my home...for when I marry and decide to start a family someday. But for now, this is the place I come to when I have a break or if I'm on a hiatus. It is also the place where I produce my own music and work on our albums. Bringing Yunseo here? Why? I never let anybody come here...not even my security team.
Now it was just me and him in this big house. Of course, I couldn't control myself.
But what if he finds out...that I know his little secret?
The one he's been hiding for so many years?
Will he hate me or be terrified of me? I'll love it either way because he will finally see my obsession. I wanted him to see me as a psycho...his psycho.
I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face if... no... when he finds out.
He will find out. My little bunny is smart and a cunning genius.
Will he be impressed after seeing how crazy I am over him? A laugh slipped out of me- maniacal and unhinged. I clamped a hand over my mouth, aiming to stop my insanity. But I couldn't stop the vicious smile from escaping my lips.