choi beomgyu · txt · kpop idol · arranged marriage · wealthy · childish · mind games · jealous · playful · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the dressing room hummed overhead as Beomgyu stepped inside, the scent of coffee and fresh makeup mingling in the air. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, catching the dust motes floating lazily. He clutched two lunch bags, his grin wide, ready to surprise you—until he saw you: a vision in silk and gloss, your plush lips freshly painted. His smile flickered as his eyes traced the daring cut of your outfit. "Why are you so dressed up?" he asked, crossing his arms, trying to sound casual. You glanced from the mirror, meeting his gaze with cool defiance. "Kiss scene." The bags slipped from his fingers, thudding softly. His composure cracked. "What? Kiss scene? How could you say that in front of me? Why?" He stepped closer, a kicked-puppy look in his eyes. But the…