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THE LAST PART?????? WHAT IS GOING AWN HOLY SHIT I SAT UP SO FAST

away with the wind | viii

Pairing: dragonrider!Seonghwa x ex-dragonrider!Reader AU: dragon rider au | strangers -> lovers Summary: a spinal injury forces you to retire from dragon racing, and with it, the end of your engagement to Song Mingi. Park Seonghwa, a rising star in the world of dragon racing and heir to the prestigious House Park, seeks a new dragon after an unfortunate accident on the skyway. As the saying goes, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Word Count: 6.7K Warnings: depictions of blood, mommy issues, not proofread

a/n: ya'll asked for the heartfelt route so here's a 6.7K worded chapter

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Seonghwa sat in his office, the weight of the recent events weighing heavily on his mind. His desk was cluttered with papers strewn about in a chaotic manner that mirrored his thoughts. He glanced at the clock on the wall, the hands moving slower with each passing minute, mocking his exhaustion. 

When his identity was revealed as one of the riders involved in the incident, Haerin wasted no time increasing security around the perimeter of the estate, their presence a visible deterrent to any would-be intruders or members of the press. The headlines and political commentaries had been relentless–though Seonghwa was painted in a more favorable light, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, the eyes of the world seemingly fixed on him, especially with the skyway being closed. 

*PING*

[Y/N L/N]: Day 10 of sleeping in the caverns [Attachment] 

Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile at the photo you sent him. Starshine was curled around you, her massive body forming a warm cocoon as you lay nestled in your sleeping bag. Despite the evident discomfort of your expression, the sight of you two together, safe and at peace, brought a sense of relief to his heart.

Given the current circumstances, he made the decision to board Starshine with your family, knowing that it would be too stressful for her to remain at the estate with the press camped outside the gates. Under the protection of multiple adult dragons, your family offered sanctuary for her. Seonghwa knew it was the right choice, but the separation was bittersweet.

As he prepared to start his term at the Assembly—a temporary role until he could return to racing—he missed the comforting presence of his dragon. Yet, seeing her so content and knowing she was in good hands eased his worries. He recognized that the short foray into Auroran politics was daunting, but his commitment to his House gave him the resolve to face it head on. 

[Lord Cash Money]: Tell her I miss her  [Lord Cash Money]: Was she good today? [Lord Cash Money]: Did she eat?  [Lord Cash Money]: Does she need anything? I'll come by tomorrow [Y/N L/N]: Still a little anxious, but she’s still one of the better behaved dragons around here [Y/N L/N]: She did eat, we had lamb on the menu today  [Y/N L/N]: Bring money and build a house here. Also might die from mold toxicity from sleeping in the caverns

“You look exhausted,” a voice remarked, drawing Seonghwa’s attention away from his phone.

Standing in the doorway was Kim Sangjoong, Hongjoong’s father and the formidable Lord of House Kim. The elder Kim’s presence was commanding, his sharp eyes surveying the room and the man before him with keen interest.

“Your grace,” Seonghwa greeted, bowing respectfully as he gestured for the elder Kim to take a seat. “What brings you here at this hour?”

Kim Sangjoong stepped into the office with a graceful ease, offering Seonghwa a warm, reassuring smile. “I came to see how you are doing,” he said, his voice rich with empathy. “The path of a young Lord is not an easy one to tread.”

Seonghwa felt a surge of gratitude. “Thank you, your grace,” he said, his voice strained with mental exhaustion. “I am not a Lord by trade, and I had not fully comprehended the intricate nature of our political system.”

“The path of leadership is fraught with challenges, but it is your resilience and adaptability that will see you through,” said with a deep-seated wisdom. You are always more than welcome to consult me any time, as I’ve come to seek counsel from you.”

“Thank you, your grace,” Seonghwa said, his voice steadier now, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he absorbed the words. “What can I help you with?”

Kim Sangjoong chuckled softly before settling into the chair, his expression thoughtful. The weight of the situation was evident in the furrow of his brow. “I’m sure you’re aware that the Council has begun their investigation of Song Mingi. We expect the necropsy report from the Institute by the end of the week.”

Seonghwa nodded, his mind already racing with the implications. “Yes, I’m well aware. The keepers informed me after the race. Y/N mentioned that Dr. Kang Yeosang would be performing the… examination.”

The thought of Dr. Kang dissecting Ajax’s decapitated head was deeply unsettling. Seonghwa couldn’t bear the idea of a dragon being treated so callously, even in death. His stomach churned at the mental image, and he had to take a deep breath to steady himself.

“Dr. Kang is quite the enigma, though undeniably brilliant. Hongjoong speaks very highly of him,” Sangjoong remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to solve a puzzle. “I wanted to ask if you are familiar with Cromer Labs?”

Seonghwa raised a brow, curiosity piqued. “Cromer Labs? What could they possibly have to do with this?” 

Lord Kim leaned forward, his tone serious. “Is it true that they work toward reducing genetic diseases in dragons?”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened slightly. “Yes, that’s part of their public mission. They’ve been involved in genetic research for years, claiming to focus on eradicating hereditary conditions in dragons.”

“Then what business do they have recruiting children through the academy? Song Mingi mentioned that he was offered a dragon in exchange for committing to race for the organization,” Lord Kim’s expression darkened as he recounted the exchange in the grand council room.

“If they’re using the academy to find young, impressionable talent and offering dragons as incentives, there could be something more sinister at play,” Seonghwa replied, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly. “They haven’t been in the racing world for very long, if Mingi is their first S-class rider.”

The relationship between sponsors and riders is symbiotic. Riders gain the essential resources to excel, while sponsors enjoy heightened brand exposure and the excitement of being linked to the sport. For some riders, sponsorships are their lifeline, providing the financial support needed to travel, train, and compete at the highest levels.

“Have they ever approached you with an offer?”

“I don’t waste my time with mid-tier organizations,” Seonghwa sighed, waving a hand dismissively. “I can have someone pull the guest list from the gala to see if they attended.”

“Very well,” Lord Kim murmured, his voice low and contemplative. “If they are supplying dragons to young riders, I suspect they are using unscrupulous acquisition methods. Please let me know if you find anything.”

“Of course,” Seonghwa bowed, a determined look in his eyes. “Ah, Lord Kim before you go. I was wondering if it’s possible for the Council to request a breakdown of the dragon’s parentage in the necropsy report.”

Lord Kim raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. “A report of parentage? That’s an interesting idea.”

Seonghwa nodded, his expression earnest. “Yes, it could help us trace the origins of these dragons and identify their origins.”

“I believe that is possible given how far technology has come. We have the means to analyze genetic material in great detail now. I can ask for that to be included,” Sangjoong replied, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

“Thank you, your grace.”

“By the way, how are you liking your Dreamwood?” the elder asked, his tone shifting to one of curiosity. “Your dragon is quite remarkable in combat. I didn’t realize Chunja was breeding them for battle.”

He noticed the way Seonghwa’s eyes sparkled,lighting up with enthusiasm as if he had just been asked to list off his favorite foods. “Starshine is incredible,” he began, his voice filled with admiration. 

“Her agility and intellect are unmatched, and she has this unique bond with me that I’ve never experienced with any other dragon. She’s a natural at picking things up quickly! Did you know that she perfected a spiral dive on her first try? She also fetches! Oh, would you like to see the custom harness I had commissioned for her–”

The elder smiled, nodding along to Seonghwa’s enthusiastic chatter, pleased to see him so animated. It brought him some relief to witness the young Lord still retaining a zest for life, despite the heavy responsibilities placed upon him after his father’s untimely death.

The late Lord Park had been a revered figure, known for being his compassion. His sudden illness had taken everyone by surprise, and despite the best efforts of medical personnel, he had succumbed to it, passing away when Seonghwa was just 19. The loss had left a profound void in Seonghwa’s life, thrusting him into responsibilities he had scarcely been prepared for.

“You both make an excellent team. Y/N has done a tremendous job coaching you.” 

“Yes, her expertise has been invaluable on the skyway. She’s incredibly capable and dedicated to the sport,” he replied, his expression softening at the thought of you. “She was the one who identified the discrepancies in Ajax’s anatomy and taught me how to combat him effectively.”

Kim Sangjoong gave a small, knowing smile, as if he could see right through the young Lord. “You seem quite fond of her. It’s good to have such reliable people by your side, especially in times like these.”

Seonghwa felt a slight flush rise to his cheeks, his composure wavering. “I-I… Yes, she has been a pillar of support,” he replied, his voice betraying his flustered state. “A friend… and, an invaluable ally.”

Lord Kim suddenly scowled, breaking the moment. “Unlike that rascal son of mine who never leaves that damned archive! He’s only come home once this month. His mother is worried sick for him. I swear, if he doesn’t come home more often, she’s going to march down there and drag him out by his ear!”

Hongjoong felt a shiver crawl up his spine, as if an unseen presence were cursing him. He shook off the eerie sensation and returned to storing away scrolls, determined to ignore whatever naysayers had to say about his passion for history.

The archives were eerily quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of pages turning somewhere in the distance. The dim light from the overhead lamps cast long, flickering shadows, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Each shadow seemed to dance with a life of its own, making the vast room feel both alive and hauntingly empty.

“Hey!” You greeted, poking your head through the spaces of the bookshelf, your sudden appearance breaking the silence.

“Gods! Y/N, don’t scare me like that!” he shouted, his voice echoing slightly in the vast room. He placed a hand over his heart, trying to calm the rapid beating. His eyes were wide with surprise, and he took a moment to steady his breathing.

“Sorry,” you grinned. “I just wanted to thank you for the heads up about Mingi the other day. The one time you went home paid off.”

Hongjoong let out a breath, his initial shock giving way to a smile. “No problem. Just try not to give me a heart attack next time.”

Starshine had been boarded in the caverns for a little over a week, to avoid any stress from the ongoing turmoil of the fight’s aftermath. Her once vibrant and spirited demeanor had noticeably dimmed since being separated from Seonghwa. She spent most of her time trailing behind you, her steps heavy with melancholy. When not following you, she could be found lying outside the manor, her head resting on her forelegs, or near the gates, ears perked up at the slightest sound, hoping it might be Seonghwa coming by to see her. 

“Your papa said he’ll be coming by today,” you reassured, scratching her chin. “He has to do his other job since the skyway’s closed.” 

She pouted, readjusting her head comfortably in your lap and let out a soft trill, as if she were trying to tell you that “she understands” but still misses her rider dearly. Seeing her like this tore at your heart. Each day, her sadness seemed to deepen, and it pained you to witness her so despondent. You felt a surge of frustration and decided you couldn’t stand by any longer.

“Come on, pick up,” you grumbled, hoping Seonghwa would answer. The tone rang for a little while before a flustered Seonghwa’s face manifested into a hologram.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed relief and urgency in his voice. “Is everything okay?”

“Starshine needs you,” you replied, pointing the screen at the silver dragon who perked up at his voice. You could see her eyes sparkle with a glimmer of hope, and she took a few eager steps towards the screen. Her tail whipped excitedly as she let out a high-pitched whine, indicating her impatience and need to see him. 

“I’m sorry! I’ll be on my way shortly! Assembly took longer than usual.” Seonghwa said, hurrying down the steps of the grand capitol building. 

“Ah, the glamorous life of a true Lord,” you teased with a smirk.

“Who’s on duty?” he asked, mounting his motorbike. 

“Dante,” you deadpanned.

As one of the oldest dragons in your family, Dante had originally belonged to your great-great grandmother before becoming your grandmother’s steadfast companion after her passing. Despite his grumpy exterior, Dante was fiercely loyal and protective, especially when it came to his family. His strict sense of duty and quick enforcement of the rules with a stern claw made him a formidable presence. 

Yet, beneath his tough exterior, there lay a softer side reserved for the young dragons and humans he shared his home with. He watched over them from a distance, ensuring their safety with a silent, unwavering vigilance.

Seonghwa’s heart dropped into his stomach at the name of your grandmother’s crotchety dragon. “Does it have to be Dante?” he gulped, his face paling slightly. 

He vividly recalled the moment he met Dante. It was a few days after Starshine began boarding with your family, and as he was exiting his vehicle, a threatening growl echoed through the air. Seonghwa looked up to see the dragon perched on top of the stone gates leading up to the manor. His deep, green scales glinted ominously in the sunlight as his piercing eyes locked onto him. 

Seonghwa watched in horror as Dante’s gaze shifted to the car, and with a sudden, terrifying roar, he lunged forward, his claws scraping against the roof of the vehicle. Since the encounter, he’s opted for his motorbike as his preferred mode of transportation.

“He’s on rotation today,” you shrugged, feeling a bit sorry for him. “I’ll let grandma know you’re coming by, but I can’t promise that he won’t try to crush your bike.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “Great. I’ll be there soon. Tell Starshine to hang in there for me, okay?”

You nodded, giving Starshine a reassuring pat. “You hear that? He’s on his way. Just a little longer.” She let out another soft chirp, her eyes fixed on the screen, her tail still wagging with anticipation.

By the grace of the Gods, Seonghwa managed to make it past the gates, all thanks to your presence. You stood by as Dante grumbled slightly from his perch on the manor’s roof, his eyes never leaving Seonghwa. The dragon’s deep, rumbling growl was a constant reminder of his watchful vigilance. 

Starshine, on the other hand, was a bundle of energy, vibrating with excitement at the sight of her rider. Her tail wagged furiously, and she let out a series of joyful trills, her eyes sparkling with happiness. The sight of the young dragon’s unbridled joy made it all worthwhile. She nuzzled against him, her scales warm to the touch. 

“I don’t think I could have made it past Dante without you,” Seonghwa admitted, with a sigh of relief.

You smiled, giving him a reassuring pat. “He’s just doing his job. But I’m glad you’re here. She really missed you.” You looked up to the ornery dragon perched on the roof and called out to him. “Do you want to say hello?”

Dante huffed and turned away, his tail flicking dismissively. “I guess that’s a no,” you chuckled. “He’s always been a bit of a grump, but he means well.”

“I’ll just have to earn his trust, I suppose,” Seonghwa nodded, glancing up at him. 

“In the meantime, your main priority is making your dragon happy. I don’t think she wants to be away from you any longer.”

He grinned, his tension easing as he stroked her scales. “I’ve missed you too, girl.” 

You melted at the sight of their reunion. The bond between them was a testament to the deep connection they shared, despite only having been bonded for less than a year. Seonghwa’s face softened, his usual composed demeanor giving way to a rare display of emotion. He wrapped his arms around Starshine’s neck, whispering soothing words that only she could hear. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered happiness.

Seonghwa looked up, his eyes meeting yours with a deep sense of gratitude. “Thank you for taking care of her,” he said, his voice soft but sincere.

“Always,” you grinned, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “She’s been waiting all day for you to pilot her. I can get her saddled up if you want?”

“I’d love that. And for you to come along. On Cirrus, of course. I have something to talk to you about,” he stumbled, earning a raised brow from you.

As you prepared Starshine for flight, you couldn’t help but notice Seonghwa watching you. There was something different in his gaze, a warmth that hadn’t been there before. His eyes followed your every movement, lingering on the way you gently adjusted Starshine’s harness and the care you took in checking the saddle. You felt your heart racing, the irregular beat betraying your emotions.

Sensing a sudden shift in your heart rate, Cirrus emerged from her den in the caverns, a curious tilt of her head as she glanced between you and Seonghwa. She paused briefly, her keen senses picking up on your irregular heartbeat. 

“Cirrus, come,” you called for her, but let out a scoff when she ignored you and bounded over toward Seonghwa, her delight evident after what seemed like an eternity apart. She poked her snout into his chest, her eyes wide and inquisitive, demanding to know where he had been and whether he would ever retrieve her sulky niece. Her nudges were insistent, her eyes full of questions and a hint of reproach.

Seonghwa chuckled, his fondness for you evident in the way he gently stroked Cirrus’s snout. He couldn’t help but think how endearing you looked, even when you were frustrated at your dragon’s disobedience. 

“Traitor,” you muttered, unable to suppress a smile as you picked up Starshine’s reins.“ You ready to go?” 

He nodded and mounted Starshine with practiced ease, the silver dragon’s wings cutting through the air with powerful strokes as they ascended into the sky. You followed closely behind on Cirrus, her sleek lavender form gliding effortlessly through the air. The wind whipped past you, carrying the scent of the elements below. You matched your speed to Starshine’s, the two dragons flying in perfect harmony.

“What did you need to talk about?” you called out, your voice barely carrying over the rush of wind.

Seonghwa glanced at you, his expression serious. “Lord Kim came by yesterday,” he replied, his voice steady but filled with concern.

You furrowed your brow as a knot formed in your stomach. “What did he say?”

“He’s skeptical about Cromer Labs' recruitment tactics. I wanted to ask if you knew anything about it since Mingi brought it up in his testimony.”

You nodded, guiding Cirrus into a gentle glide as you both descended towards a clearing. “Mingi lived for that organization. They gave him his big break and delivered on everything they promised during the recruitment process. The only catch was that he had to travel to Halazia to pick up Ajax. That much I told you about.”

He sighed, landing gracefully next to you, the soft thud of his boots barely audible on the ground. “The fact that they have 15-year-olds crossing the border is a red flag,” he said, dismounting from Starshine. “I’m surprised you weren’t arrested.”

“I get it, I was a reckless teenager doing illegal things. That doesn’t mean I haven’t learned from it,” you said, a hint of defensiveness in your voice as you rolled your eyes. You plopped down on to the grass tucking your legs into your chest, feeling a little sulky. You weren’t sure why Seonghwa’s words bothered you so much, perhaps the thought of him seeing you as irresponsible stung more than you cared to admit. 

His expression softened, and he shuffled over. “I didn’t mean to criticize you, I’m sorry it came across that way.” You only nodded, feeling dejected, the weight of his words lingered in the air, making you feel more vulnerable than you wanted to admit. 

“Do you remember anything else about Halazia or even the recruitment process?”

“He had to recite a password or a riddle at the vendor’s,” you recalled, your mind drifting back to the tense moment. “Something about his heart on fire and a race. I was too busy scanning the area for an emergency exit to pay any attention.”

His brow furrowed. “It sounds more like a cult than a genetics lab.” 

You couldn’t help but agree. “I wouldn’t put it past them, given the way Mingi kissed their asses,” you replied, a hint of disdain creeping into your tone. “I’m not sure how helpful this would be in the investigation with the Council but I hope it’s a start.” You fiddled with a blade of grass, twisting it between your fingers as you spoke.

Seonghwa watched you for a moment, sensing the subtle frustration in your movements as you plucked at the ground. For some reason, it made him want to reach out and comfort you. He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the matter at hand.

“I also requested that Ajax’s DNA be tested for a breakdown of his parentage. I’m assuming almost all the dragons across the empire and beyond are being tracked this way now,” he said, sitting down beside you, the grass rustling softly under his weight.

“Do you realize how much time we could have saved if we requested that from the start?” you snorted, leaning against Cirrus. The dragon’s warm scales provided a comforting support as you leaned against her. 

Seonghwa chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Hindsight is always twenty-twenty, isn’t it? At least we’ll be moving in the right direction.”

“Better late than never, I suppose. It’s just frustrating to think about all the time we wasted, especially since Dr. Kang works in the Biology department at the Institute. Did you know that he mapped the entire genome of Dune Razorbacks and is working on methods to improve durability in their scales? But that’s nowhere near ready for public knowledge. He also…” you rambled, listing off Dr. Kang’s accomplishments. 

Seonghwa enjoyed your rambling, finding your curiosity and passion for conservation and research, utterly fascinating. He could listen to you talk for hours about the intricate details of dragon science rather than shouting commands and orders at him. However, hearing you talk about another man stirred jealousy within him, a discomfort he couldn’t quite shake off.

Genuine connections were a rarity, and trust was something he had learned to withhold. Outside of his friendships with Hongjoong and Yunho, you offered him a safe space where he could be himself, free from judgment or expectation. To him your company was a breath of fresh air, a sanctuary from the pressures and constraints of his life as Lord Park Seonghwa. 

“How are you doing?” 

You turned to face him, taken aback by his sudden question. “Me? Fine, I guess. Thanks to the incident, we’ve been getting a large number of inquiries about our dragons but we don’t plan on selling or breeding anytime soon. How are you, though?” 

“I don’t want to know about the dragons, I want to know about you,” Seonghwa said, propping his chin in the palm of his hand, offering you a small smile. 

His words caught you off guard, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. “Oh,” you whispered, feeling a bit exposed under his intense gaze. “I’ve been… managing. It’s strange not training and not being back at the Institute. Sometimes it feels like I’m just going through the motions.” You fell backwards onto the grass, staring at the sky, a canvas of colors transitioning from the warm hues of sunset to the cool tones of twilight.

“But I really do worry about you,” you said, your eyes meeting his. “You’ve been under so much pressure lately, and with you not racing, you’ve taken on a lot of responsibilities for your House. How are you doing?”

The grand hall of the capitol building was abuzz with activity as Lords and Assembly members gathered for the day’s session. Seonghwa stood near the entrance, exchanging polite greetings with those who approached him. Despite the formalities, he could sense the undercurrent of whispers that followed him.

“Have you heard the latest?” Lord Min murmured, glancing around to ensure they weren’t overheard. “They say there’s a power struggle within House Park.”

Lady Son raised an eyebrow. “You mean between Lord Park and his mother? I’ve heard she’s still calling the shots behind the scenes which is why he’s now making appearances at Assembly.”

“With Lady Park’s influence, it’s difficult to tell where his authority ends and hers begins.”

As the whispers continued, Seonghwa caught snippets of their conversation. He maintained his composure, his expression unreadable. 

Seonghwa took a moment before responding, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Between ensuring my House’s interests are protected, dodging the press, and learning the ins and outs of our political system… sometimes it feels like I’m trying to keep everything from falling apart,” he admitted, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken burdens.

“I want to stand on my own, to prove that I’m capable of leading without anyone’s shadow looming over me. That’s why I decided to start attending Assembly gatherings until I can return to racing. But there are those casting doubt upon my leadership thinking I’m just a puppet. I feel…useless.”

“Oh Seonghwa," you began softly, your voice filled with compassion. “I’m so sorry you’ve had to carry so much on your own. The responsibilities you’ve taken on are immense, but you’re handling them with such grace and strength.” 

Your voice grew firmer, filled with conviction as you reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. “I wish I could do more to help you, but know that I believe in you. With all my h-heart,” you stammered. 

“Your courage and dedication are truly inspiring, and I know there are so many people out there in your corner. Please don’t let the doubts of others overshadow your achievements, or your potential. You’re doing an incredible job taking the first step in leading your House, even if it doesn’t always feel that way.”

The thoughtful expression on Seonghwa’s face was illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun, giving his strong features an ethereal appearance. His eyes, framed by his tousled locks, reflected a quiet fervor that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Thank you, that means a lot,” he murmured, his voice sincere, running his lithe fingers across the intricate crown of horns on Starshine’s head. The weight of his burdens seemed to lift slightly with your reassurance, his eyes filling with hope. 

“You’ve also done more than enough by the way,” he said, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that made your breath catch.

“Please be kind to yourself. You know you won’t have to face things alone,” you said, your voice filled with reassurance as you gazed at the first stars twinkling in the deepening indigo sky. 

Seonghwa felt a profound sense of relief wash over him. The constant pressure and responsibilities had been overwhelming, but your unwavering support made him feel lighter, more hopeful. Noticing a blade of grass tucked between the stands of your hair, he reached out brushing through your locks as you sat up. 

“You’ve got a little something here,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. A playful glint danced in his eyes as he gently brushed small blades of grass from your hair. The simple act made your pulse quicken, leaving you momentarily breathless. Your heart raced, flustered by the intensity of the moment.

His touch was light, almost teasing, as he carefully untangled a few strands from the debris. The warmth of his hand lingered, each movement deliberate and slow, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Done,” he hummed, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. The proximity was electrifying, every inch of space between you charged with unspoken tension. “Where’s my thanks?”

“I will bite you,” you shot back, your tone playful but daring. You grabbed a handful of the soft grass and playfully tossed it at him, feeling a rush of exhilaration at your boldness. The grass scattered in the air, some of it landing in his hair and on his shoulders.

Seonghwa’s gaze lingered on you, the once teasing glint in his eyes giving way to something deeper, more intense. “Feisty,” he mused. His presence was intoxicating, a heady mix of warmth and magnetism that left you feeling lightheaded as you rose to your feet.

He stood up, brushing the grass off his clothes with an exaggerated flourish. His hand reached out, fingers lightly grazing your arm before sliding down to wrap around your wrist. Your breath hitched at his touch–it was electrifying and you couldn’t help but want to lean in. You turned around, only to be met by a sudden fistful of grass in your face. 

You blinked in surprise, completely caught off guard as the soft blades clung to your hair and clothes. Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell open in shock as you processed what had just happened.

“PARK SEONGHWA!” you shrieked, as he erupted into a fit of laughter. 

“You’re home late.” 

Seonghwa closed his eyes for a moment, steeling himself before stepping into his office. His mother was sitting at his desk, holding a photograph of their family, taken when his father was still alive, a reminder of happier times. Haerin’s presence, coupled with the poignant reminder of the photo, weighed heavily on him, underscoring the responsibilities he couldn’t escape.

“I went to see Starshine,” he replied, his tone weary. He moved to the chaise and tossed his jacket onto it, the fabric making a dull thud, the seat creaking under his weight. 

“I’m surprised you have the courage to be out and about with those vultures circling the premises,” she remarked, her eyes never leaving his face.

“It’s not like I can just disappear. I also have a responsibility to her as her rider while she’s being boarded with Y/N.”

Haerin nodded. “While you were out playing house, I’ve had to once again remind the press that you were on the defense and that Song Mingi lost control of his dragon,” she said, her tone steady. 

Seonghwa sat up, his eyes flashing with anger. “Playing house? Is that what you think I’m doing? I’m fulfilling my duties as a rider and navigating political waters. This isn’t some trivial matter.”

“Dragon’s won’t face any political repercussions,” Haerin said dismissively. “Unlike Song Mingi, who will be fined by the Council and suspended for a year. All but one of his sponsors have pulled their support to distance themselves from the incident.”

“How are you so sure the Council will fine and suspend him? The necropsy hasn’t even been completed.” 

“Because the Council has already made up their minds,” Haerin replied, her expression hardening. “They need a scapegoat to maintain their image, and Mingi’s faux pas makes for the perfect opportunity.”

Seonghwa leaned back, frustration evident in his eyes. “How would that be a fair trial? The Council is not above the law. They should be impartial.”

Haerin sighed, her expression softening as she looked at her son. “The Council is under immense pressure to act swiftly and decisively. They believe punishing Mingi will placate the public and stakeholders. The truth will come out, and Song Mingi’s fate will be decided,” she reassured him. “The investigation is necessary, and we cannot afford any distractions.”

“Distractions?”

“Your trainer and frequent visits to her House,” Haerin paused, carefully selecting her words. “I cannot help but wonder if there is more to your relationship beyond professional respect.”

“The investigation has nothing to do with Y/N,” Seonghwa replied quickly, his voice tight. 

“Is it not odd that she used to be Song Mingi’s ex-fiancée? Think about how that reflects on you!” Haerin’s voice was sharp, her gaze unwavering. “Seonghwa, you cannot afford to be dragged further into this investigation through personal entanglements now that you’ve started your term with the Assembly!”

Seonghwa’s frustration boiled over, his voice rising. “Dragging Y/N into this conversation won’t change anything that happened at the Inferno Cup.”

“Her past with Mingi is a liability,” his mother retorted sharply. “Despite her family’s status as a breeding House, she remains a lowborn, and furthermore, a failed rider.”

“A failed rider?” Seonghwa could barely contain his fury. “If she was such a liability and a failure due to her injury, why did you ask her about combat maneuvers? She was reluctant to tell me more about the conversation because of the respect she held for you.”

Haerin blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. The intensity of Seonghwa’s outburst had clearly caught her off guard, and she struggled to regain her composure. Yet she remained stern as Seonghwa pressed on, his voice rising with each word.

“She came to my defense, risking her own safety without a second thought to fight Song Mingi and that monster dragon of his. She acted selflessly, and yet, it’s still not enough for you.”

Haerin opened her mouth to respond, but Seonghwa cut her off, his tone sharp. “What more does she have to do to prove herself? Y/N has shown nothing but loyalty and dedication to my team and all you see is her status and her past.”

Haerin has always prided herself on maintaining composure, even in the most challenging situations. But this confrontation with her son was different. It struck at the core of her values and the legacy she had worked so hard to protect.

After her husband’s untimely death, she had taken on the mantle of leadership until Seonghwa was named Lord on his 20th birthday. She had faced a number of challenges, stemming mostly from political intrigue, but she had always managed to steer the House through turbulent tides. 

“You are blinded by your emotions, Seonghwa. Think about perception, the reputation we’ve maintained—”

“If we’re discussing perception, Mother, how would you respond to those who doubt the leadership of their Lord?” Seonghwa retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. “I will not have others in that wretched hall questioning whether I am truly in charge or if you are still pulling the strings from behind the scenes.”

“I have only ever acted in the best interests of this House. My guidance has been essential in navigating the complexities of maintaining our power and reputation!” she shot back defensively, her voice rising. Her hurt and indignation filled her, a mother’s fierce protectiveness clashing with her son’s burgeoning independence.

“And I respect that,” Seonghwa replied, his tone firm but measured. “But your refusal to trust my decisions undermines my authority. I cannot let those vermin in the Assembly see a House divided, a leadership in conflict.” 

“You question my leadership?” Haerin gritted, her voice controlled but still filled with emotion.

“I question your inability to trust me,” Seonghwa replied, his voice steady and resolute. “I have proven my dedication to this House. Though not politically, I’ve established myself as an accomplished rider, securing alliances of my own with racing. If you cannot trust my judgment, then perhaps it is you who needs to reflect on your role.”

Haerin’s eyes widened as she rose to her feet, taking a step forward, her presence imposing. “I have always acted in the best interests of this House, Seonghwa. My decisions are not about control; they are about protection. How will you lead without my guidance? Without the connections I’ve brought to this House?”

Seonghwa stood his ground, his gaze unwavering. “I will choose the path befitting my title and my conscience,” he declared, his voice steady and resolute. “Like my father, that means with respect and compassion.”

Haerin’s jaw tightened, the muscles in her face tensing visibly. Her eyes locked onto Seonghwa but remained silent, her posture rigid and unmovable.

“If we are to move forward, we must present a united front,” Seonghwa continued, his voice steady. “That means trusting me to lead, even if you don’t agree with every decision I make. Otherwise, we risk everything we’ve built.”

Haerin’s buried her face in her hands for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. “I only want what’s best for you, for this House,” she said, her voice softer. She looks back at the photograph on the desk, trying to recall a past life when things seemed simpler and more certain.

“As do I,” Seonghwa replied, filled with resolve. “But we must adapt and move forward together. The Great Houses no longer possess the same power they did a century ago. If we do not evolve, we will crumble from within.”

“What’s this about Kim Sangjoong demanding a parentage test!?” Lady Lee’s voice sliced through the air as she burst into Yeosang’s lab, her eyes wide with panic.

“Dr. Kang, you have a visitor,” Sumin announced, his voice reverberating through the dimly lit room, though it did little to halt the Council member’s determined stride.

Yeosang glanced up from the dragon limb he was meticulously dissecting, his gloved hands pausing mid-incision. His sharp, focused eyes flicked to Sumin briefly before locking onto the doorway where Lady Lee stood, visibly flustered and anxious.

“Thank you, Sumin.” The secretary bowed and exited as swiftly as he had appeared.

Yeosang straightened, snapping off his gloves with a sharp, decisive motion. “I would appreciate it if you refrained from visiting during my designated hours at the Institute, Lady Lee,” he said, his tone firm yet measured.

“But Kim Sangjoong—” Lady Lee began, her voice rising in pitch, a note of desperation creeping in.

“Kim Sangjoong is no threat,” Yeosang interrupted, his voice eerily calm and unyielding as he picked up a scalpel. He plunged the tool into the flesh of the limb with a sickening, deliberate squelch, blood coating his bare hands as a warning.

“Nor is Kim Sangjoong a fool! Someone must have tipped him off, and now he wants a DNA test on 809!” Lady Lee’s voice trembled.

“The use of hybrids in dragon racing is completely legal, Lady Lee,” Yeosang corrected, his irritation growing with her persistent blubbering. “Your incessant worrying is unnecessary. Everything is under control.”

“But if someone manages to obtain 809’s record and cross-references it with the test results, it could pose a significant threat to the Lab! The Lab’s credibility will be compromised, we could lose clients if they find out their pedigrees have been falsified!” she whispered the last word. 

“If I recall, I am not the one participating in illegal dragon trafficking and child exploitation,” Yeosang quipped, listing off the Lab’s insidious activities as he brandished a new set of scalpels. “I simply write the reports… and attempt to change the world,” he added, bringing the tool into the light. He examined his reflection in the polished blade before setting it down with a satisfied smirk.

“You will receive the report at the end of the week as instructed. Might I remind you to not let your emotions get the best of you, Lady Lee.”

Lady Lee’s composure cracked. “You presume much, Dr. Kang!” she hissed, her voice rising. “Remember, the world you seek to change is one I already control,” she snarled, voice dripping with venom.

Yeosang remained unfazed, his expression calm and almost bored as he met her furious gaze with a cool, detached stare. “And you, Lady Lee, should remember that one word from me, and your little empire of lies falls apart. So, let’s not pretend that your threats hold any weight.”

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