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The next day was better.

Once again, I managed to maintain civility in Dalhyun's presence. My team had done an exceptional job brainstorming concepts for his album. Dalhyun himself had contributed brilliant ideas, yet I couldn't shake the discomfort of it all revolving around love.

It stung to realize that he was pouring his heart into songs about me, about our shared moments.

Now, as we all struggled to come up with a name for the album, the suggestions from the team were commendable, but none evoked that sense of familiarity I longed for. For the sake of a seemingly trivial album title, I found myself revisiting every cherished memory, hoping to capture that special feeling within its name.

My mind stopped at one memory, watching how we had kissed, how he ha told me that he wanted me to have all of his heart. "Ferris Wheel." I say as everyone turns towards me.

"Ma'am? Ferris Wheel?"

"yes, it is perfect. Riding a Ferris wheel often evokes heightened emotions – excitement, nostalgia, and sometimes even fear. Similarly, the journey of love encompasses a range of emotions, from the euphoria of falling in love to the sorrow of loss, all of which are encapsulated in the album's theme."

"I like it," Dalhyun nods as he glances at me, proving that he is thinking about the same distant memory as me. "When you're at the top of a Ferris wheel, you gain a unique perspective, seeing the world from above. Similarly, the album could offer listeners a new perspective on love and loss, allowing them to reflect on their own experiences from a different vantage point."

He has truly spoken like a singer who loves his fans.

Mickey suggests, "How about for the album cover, we depict Mr. Kim gazing at the ferris wheel, each cart representing a distant memory of love shared between two people?" 

I look at him with admiration and affirm, "Mickey, that's a brilliant idea!" As he blushes like a young girl, I can't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Madhav get two people with you and start designing few rough design for the cover. I want them by the end of the day. Manasvi, I need you to..." I start giving out instructions to my team.

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As I step onto the balcony, the acrid smell of smoke assaults my senses, causing me to cough involuntarily. Irritation bubbles up inside me as I scan the area, trying to pinpoint the source of the offending odor.

My eyes widen in disbelief as I see the cause of the smoke. There, leaning against the railing, is a figure shrouded in a cloud of cigarette smoke.

"Mr. Gupta, I apologise, I would've to call you some other time. Thank you for your time, good day." I cut the call as I march forward.

Taking the cigarette from his grasp, I forcefully discard it and crush it beneath my foot, my frustration evident. Seizing his collar, I draw him nearer, my voice edged with anger. "I don't ever want to catch you smoking again."

His expression turns steely as he places his hand over mine, distancing his face from mine as he exhales smoke with practiced ease. "Your preferences shouldn't concern me since you don't want to see me anymore."

I cough once more, retorting, "That doesn't give you the right to continue smoking."

"Your disassociation from me means you have no authority to dictate my actions," he counters defiantly.

My heart sinks at his mocking laughter, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. This isn't the Kim Dalhyun I knew. His words cut through me like a knife, leaving me reeling in disbelief and hurt.

"What's happened to you?" I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "Where's the Moon I used to know?"

His laughter echoes in the air, harsh and cruel. "And where's the Dawn I once knew? Or was she just another facade, like she used to talk about all the time?"

His words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs. How could he say such things? He knew me better than anyone, or so I thought.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I take another step back, feeling as though the ground beneath me is crumbling away. How could everything have changed so drastically?

As he closes the distance between us, I feel myself retreat, my back meeting the unyielding wall behind me. His hands cradle my face, his touch familiar yet foreign, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"Why did you come back?" I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. "I made it clear that I want nothing to do with you."

He doesn't hesitate, his words tumbling out in a rush, laced with pain. "Because I love you, damn it! Despite everything, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to your actions. Your brother filled me in, and I chose to believe there was a reason behind it all."

I scoff, bitterness lacing my tone. "So, what? You thought I would just welcome you back with open arms? That I'd let you walk right back into my life, knowing the damage we've caused each other?"

"I hoped things would be different," he admits, his voice cracking with emotion. "I hoped you'd changed, that we could start fresh. I hoped you'd let go of the facade and be yourself."

His words hang heavy in the air, the weight of our shared history pressing down on us. Despite the pain and resentment, a part of me yearns to believe him, to believe that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other. But the wounds are still raw, the scars still tender, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to risk it all over again.

There's someone else now, someone who understands the darkness within me, who sees love as a curse.

Someone who didn't force me come out of my darkness. 

"It's not that simple." I murmur, "Dalhyun, I have changed, I have changed for the worse and you don't deserve that agony. I don't think there is chance for us, there never was."

Dalhyun's expression crumples, his features contorted with pain. "Please, don't say that," he pleads, tears glistening in his eyes. "You know that's not true. We can work through this together."

I shake my head, my resolve hardening with each passing moment. "We come from different worlds, Dalhyun. We belong in two different places. We're star-crossed..."

The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of our impossible situation. Despite the love that still lingers between us, the reality of our circumstances is undeniable. We are bound by fate, destined to forever remain apart.

"Star-crossed," Dalhyun echoes, his voice barely a whisper as he reaches out to touch my cheek, his touch gentle yet filled with longing. "But does that mean we give up without a fight? Without even trying to defy fate?"

Tears blur my vision as I struggle to find the right words. "I don't know if I have the strength to fight anymore, Dalhyun. I'm tired of hurting, tired of trying to fit into a world where I don't belong."

"you belonged with me, you still do. And I didn't come here to give up so easily, so soon. I told you that I gave my heart to you on that ferris wheel and thats the truth, whether you like it or not."

"Dalhyun..." my voice trails off as he stares right into my eyes. Teary, loving and angry his eyes screaming in agony at me.

"I loved you Shiya, and I still do. I will always love you and only you."

"Can I kiss you?" he says as I straighten up, knowing that kissing him would mean revisiting all the memories of our past. Yet, I cannot afford to regress into my former life.

He leans extremely close to me, his lips brushing over my forehead, his nose nudging mine softly. "let me kiss you Dawn, I just wanna feel you close. These past two years having been torturous not having you close to-" 

As my lips collide with his, a whirlwind of emotions engulfs me. The kiss is fierce, filled with a mixture of love, hurt, and anger. It's as if he's trying to convey everything he's feeling in that one desperate moment.

I'm overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, by the rawness of his emotions. This isn't the gentle, tender Dalhyun I once knew. This is a man consumed by passion and pain, a man who's been pushed to his limits.

Despite the bruising force of his kiss, I find myself responding, my own emotions swirling in a tumultuous whirlwind. It's as if we're two halves of a whole, drawn together by an invisible force that defies logic and reason.

But even as I lose myself in the heat of the moment, I can't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. This isn't how it's supposed to be.

Love shouldn't hurt like this.

A moan escapes me as his lips trail down to my neck, biting the skin angrily. he is punishing me for leaving him.

I need him to stop but it feels so good that nothing comes out of my mouth except moaning his name.

"Fuck yes, moan my name Shiya."

His hands move up, slowly, teasingly as he cups my breasts over my shirt and squeezes. His lips are back on mine again as I thread my fingers through his hair and pull, causing him to groan into my mouth.

Then he does something I never thought would happen. His hand trails down to my lower abdomen as he unbottons my pants, "I want to make you cum on my fingers, Dawn. Can I?"He then trails his fingers lightly over my panties as I throw my head back and moan loudly.

"Shush baby, you don't want your employees to know what I am doing to their boss do you?"

As I gradually came to my senses, my eyes snapped open, bringing me back to reality. Glancing around, I realized that the tinted doors, and the towering skyline that surrounded us.

Thank fuck there are no cameras here.

"Dalhyun, someone might walk in." I try to say as his hand slips my panties to the side and lightly trail a finger over my clit. I moan loudly then immediately cover my mouth.

"And what? You think I will let anyone else see how beautiful you look when I make you come?" His words only add fuel to the burning pain inside me. His fingers are now moving in full force, his thumb rubbing my clit at the perfect speed, while two of his other fingers move in and out of me rhythmically.

My other hand reaches out to grip his shoulder as I feel my body to start shaking, "Dalhyun" I moaned behind my palm.

"Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me, no one has ever made you feel like this." All I do is moan his name again and again. "you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?"

I nod blindly as my fingers tighten around my cheeks while I feel my tears flowing down. "such a pretty girl. Cum for me, Shiya."

And I do.

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A Million Little things I am grateful about:

Dalhyun's dirty talk

His fingers

His lips

A/N

And how was my comeback sweet lovelies? 

Was the tearing through a wall comeback moment? 😁😮‍💨

That's how I imagined it to be. 

I have a really important announcement, but I'll be tell you guys all about it on the next update, because I want this chapter to settle down inside you first. 

I also wanted to thank all of you for your support, where you'd be a silent readers, a voter, a commentator. Thank you for my support, for being my backbone as I travel on this journey. 

It's truly means a lot to me.

And I suppose our Dalhyun has changed... hasn't he?