"I thought love was the sun, warm and golden, something to reach for in the cold darkness. But when I flew too close, I learned that love can burn, sear, and destroy, leaving only the ashes of who I once was. I am Icarus, who mistook the flames for...
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Wooyoung dragged himself out of bed, another lazy day at the Margrave Manor. He had all the luxuries one could dream of, but lately, life felt incredibly dull. With Seonghwa always busy, leaving before dawn and coming home late at night, Wooyoung’s days were a cycle of endless scrolling on his phone, napping, and eating. It wasn’t exactly the thrilling life of a Margrave heir.
Deciding to change things up, Wooyoung dressed and wandered down to the firing range, figuring he could at least get some practice in. As he approached, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the air. He stepped closer and saw his brother Seonghwa standing there, alongside someone else.
It was Yunho.
Wooyoung stopped in his tracks. Yunho stood a few feet away, his posture perfect as he aimed a sleek black handgun. The concentration on Yunho’s face, the way his muscles flexed as he fired, the look of calm confidence in his eyes—it was enough to make Wooyoung’s heart skip a beat. Damn, he’s hot, Wooyoung thought, swallowing hard.
He tried to tear his eyes away, but they seemed glued to Yunho. "Why does he have to look so good holding a gun? Like there could be better things he could be holding..like me-" Wooyoung cursed inwardly. His mind, as usual, began to wander into dangerous territory. Yunho looked so… powerful. His thoughts took a turn, imagining scenarios that were definitely not appropriate for a casual afternoon at the firing range.
“Wooyoung!” Seonghwa’s voice cut through his thoughts, making him jump. “Come here.”
Wooyoung blinked, realizing he’d been caught staring. He shuffled forward, trying to shake off the heat that had crept up his neck and face.
“Yunho wants to see what you’ve got,” Seonghwa said with a small, amused smirk, clearly having noticed Wooyoung’s flustered state. “Show him your game.”
Yunho glanced over at him, giving Wooyoung that same charming smile that always made his knees weak. “Yeah, Wooyoung. Let’s see what you’ve got,” Yunho said, his deep voice sending shivers down Wooyoung’s spine.
“Uh… sure,” Wooyoung stammered, trying to act cool. He picked up the gun Seonghwa handed him and stepped up to the line, trying desperately to focus on the target in front of him and not on the ridiculously attractive man standing just a few feet away, watching his every move.
He lifted the gun, lined up his shot, and fired.
He missed.
Completely.
“Really?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Yunho chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Wooyoung could feel his face burning with embarrassment. He knew he was a decent shot—normally—but his brain had turned into mush with Yunho standing there, watching him so intently.
“You okay, Wooyoung?” Yunho asked, stepping closer. His voice was warm, teasing, but gentle. The way he said his name made Wooyoung's stomach flip.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Wooyoung muttered, trying to shake off the nerves. But the truth was, he wasn’t fine at all. His mind was completely clouded with thoughts he didn’t want to admit. All he could think about was how good Yunho looked standing next to him, and how embarrassing it was that he couldn’t even make a decent shot.
