Rival Intentions

Seongho surveyed his overflowing closet, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Tonight's the night," he whispered, his voice laced with determination. He wasn't just going to win over his stoic husband, Junseong, he was going to blow his mind.

His assistant for the trip, Minsoo, a master of style and discretion, entered the room. "Sir, dinner reservations are confirmed for 8 PM. Mr. Lee already—"

Seongho waved him off, his focus laser-sharp. "Not now, Minsoon-nim. I need your fashion expertise."

Minsoo's eyes widened. "For the dinner with Mr. Lee, sir?"

Seongho nodded, a playful smirk gracing his lips. "I want...sassy. A mix of feminine and masculine. Something to make hubby's jaw drop."

Minsoo grinned, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Let's get to work."

Together, they crafted a masterpiece: a sleek black tuxedo jacket with fitted trousers, paired with a silky white blouse featuring delicate lace trim. A statement silver bow tie added a touch of androgynous charm, completing the daring ensemble. Seongho slipped on a pair of Louboutin stilettos, his eyes sparkling with confidence.

"Perfect," he declared, striking a pose that exuded both power and allure.

Minsoo adjusted Seongho's bow tie, his admiration evident. "Sir, you look stunning."

Seongho's smile was triumphant. "For hubby's heart, I'll wear whatever it takes."

As Seongho descended the stairs, Junseong's gaze lingered on his outfit, his expression unreadable. "Let's go," he said curtly, turning towards the door.

Seongho's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered, his sass returning. "After you, hubby," he said, his voice laced with playful defiance.

As they walked towards the yacht, Seongho sensed a tension in the air. He tried to lighten the mood. "Hubby, you look handsome tonight," he said, flashing a smile.

Junseong's expression remained stoic. "Let's focus on dinner, Seongho."

Seongho's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Okay, hubby. But you're missing out on some great conversation starters. My outfit is totally on point tonight."

Junseong's gaze flicked to Seongho's outfit, his expression softening ever so slightly. Seongho seized the opportunity. "See? You can't resist my charm, hubby."

Junseong's lips twitched, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Seongho..."

Seongho's playful antics, however, were met with a growing frustration from Junseong. "Seongho, stop trying so hard. It's exhausting," Junseong said, his voice laced with annoyance.

Seongho's smile faltered, his heart sinking slightly. "Exhausting?" he repeated, his voice tinged with hurt.

Junseong scoffed. "I mean, can't we just have a simple dinner without all the...drama?"

Seongho's eyes flashed with defiance. "You want simple? Fine. I'll give you simple." He stripped off his bow tie and tossed it aside, his movements sharp and decisive.

Junseong's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by Seongho's sudden shift in mood. "Seongho—"

"Let's go eat," Seongho interrupted, striding towards the yacht's dining area. The tension between them was palpable, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface.

As Seongho and Junseong settled into their seats, Yuna, Junseong's classmate in college, a vision in a shimmering gown, glided onto the yacht. "Junseong! Fancy running into you here," she exclaimed, her voice dripping with a sugary sweetness that sent shivers down Seongho's spine.

Seongho's eyes narrowed, his possessiveness flaring while Junseong spoke. "Yuna. What brings you to Bora Bora?"

Yuna's smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I needed a break from Seoul. And I'm so glad I ran into you, Junseong. Closure is essential, don't you think?"

Junseong's expression remained cold and neutral. "Yuna, we never—"

"Oh, I know," Yuna interrupted, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes. "You never felt the same way. But I've moved on. Completely."

Seongho's gaze locked onto Yuna, his possessiveness reaching a boiling point. "Hubby's taken," he said, his tone low and warning.

Yuna's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, I'm not here for Junseong. I swear."

But her gaze lingered on Junseong, a fleeting glimmer of longing visible beneath her polished facade. Seongho's instincts screamed warning. This wasn't just a chance encounter; this was a calculated move.

Sensing the rising tension, Tahiti, a seasoned observer of human emotions, swooped in with a warm smile. "Yuna, darling! I have just the thing for you," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yuna's gaze lingered on Junseong, but Tahiti's gentle tug on her arm redirected her attention. "Come, let's get you settled at the bar. My signature cocktail, the Island Kiss, awaits," Tahiti said, her voice laced with persuasive charm.

Yuna hesitated, but Tahiti's charm won out. "Junseong, enjoy your dinner. We'll catch up soon," Yuna said, her tone light, her eyes flitting back to Junseong.

As Tahiti expertly steered Yuna towards the bar, Seongho mouthed a silent "thank you" to Tahiti. Junseong watched, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling around him.

"Thanks, Tahiti," Seongho said aloud, his voice low, a hint of gratitude in his tone.

Tahiti winked. "My pleasure, darling. Now, enjoy your evening."

With Yuna distracted by the bartender's flair, Tahiti subtly positioned herself between Yuna and Junseong's table, a silent guardian against unwanted advances.

Seongho glanced at Junseong and murmured under his breath, a sense of relief washing over him. "Alone at last with my hubby."

The yacht's soft music enveloped them as they savored their dinner, the island's magic woven into the night air.

Thirty minutes later, Yuna attempted to rejoin the table, her eyes locked onto Junseong. "Mind if I rejoin?" she asked, her smile sugary sweet.

Seongho's gaze never left Yuna's face, his possessiveness flaring once again. "I mind," he said, his tone low and even.

Yuna's smile faltered, her eyes widening in surprise. "Seongho," Junseong warned with a dangerous tone, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance.

Seongho's grip on Junseong's hand tightened, his possessiveness reaching a fever pitch. "No, hubby. She's had her chance."

Tahiti appeared, her timing impeccable, a silent savior in the midst of a brewing storm. "Yuna, let's explore the yacht. I have a fabulous champagne collection," she said, her smile unwavering.

Yuna's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Fine," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration.

Tahiti's smile never wavered. "Darling, you'll adore the champagne."

As Tahiti steered Yuna away, Seongho released a silent breath, a sense of relief washing over him. "Alone at last," he whispered, his eyes meeting Junseong's.

"Seongho, you're being—" Junseong began, his voice laced with concern.

"Protective?" Seongho finished, his eyes burning with intensity.

Junseong nodded, clenching his fists at his sides, his frustration evident. "You're mine, Junseong. Mine," Seongho declared, his voice filled with possessive love.

Junseong's expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. "Seongho, stop clinging to me," he said, his voice low and even.

Seongho's eyes widened in confusion, his heart sinking. "What's wrong, hubby?" he asked, confusion etched on his face. He reached out and gently took Junseong's arm, his touch gentle yet possessive.

Junseong pulled his hand free, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "You're suffocating me, Seongho. Always possessive, always jealous. Can't you just trust me?"

Seongho's face fell, his heart aching with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "Trust you? You're mine, Junseong. I won't let anyone take you away, not when I'm still trying to win you over."

Junseong's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and frustration. "That's exactly the problem. You won't let anyone near me, including myself. I need space, Seongho."

Seongho's grip on the table tightened, his possessiveness clashing with Junseong's need for freedom. "Space? From me?"

Junseong nodded, his ice-cold stare piercing into Seongho's soul. "Yes, Seongho. From your constant clinginess, from your possessiveness. I need to breathe."

Seongho's eyes burned with unshed tears, his heart heavy with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "Fine," he whispered, his voice laced with pain. "Have your space."

Seongho pushed back his chair, his eyes blazing with hurt and a flicker of defiance. "I'll give you space, hubby," he said, his voice laced with pain.

He turned to leave, but Tahiti appeared, her presence a gentle breeze in the midst of a brewing storm. "Seongho, darling, don't go," she said, her hand gently resting on his arm.

Seongho's gaze locked onto Tahiti's, his eyes searching for guidance. "Let me go, Tahiti," he whispered, his voice filled with pain.

Tahiti's grip tightened, her concern for Seongho evident. "Not yet, Seongho. Junseong needs you, even if he doesn't realize it."

Junseong's eyes flashed with anger, his frustration reaching a boiling point. "Tahiti, stay out of this."

Tahiti's smile remained serene, her voice calm and reassuring. "I'm not interfering, Junseong. I'm mediating."

Seongho's eyes searched Tahiti's, seeking wisdom and guidance. "What do I do, Tahiti?" he asked, his voice filled with desperation.

Tahiti's voice dropped to a whisper, her words filled with wisdom and compassion. "Show Junseong that love isn't suffocation. Give him space, but show him you'll be waiting."

Seongho's nod was imperceptible, his heart filled with a glimmer of hope. "I'll try," he promised, his voice filled with determination.

Tahiti released Seongho's arm, her smile encouraging. "Go, Seongho. Take a walk. Clear your head."

Seongho vanished into the night, leaving Junseong and Tahiti alone, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Seongho's feet carried him to the yacht's edge, the ocean's darkness mirroring his mood. He breathed in the salty air, his thoughts tangled, his heart heavy with confusion and hurt. Why did Junseong push him away? Didn't he understand Seongho's love?

The stars above twinkled like diamonds, offering no answers, their brilliance a stark contrast to the darkness swirling within him.

Seongho's walk cleared his mind, but his heart remained heavy. As he turned to return, a figure emerged from the shadows. Tahiti.

"Seongho, darling," Tahiti said, her voice soft, her eyes filled with concern. "How's your heart?"

Seongho shrugged, his heart aching with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "Broken, Tahiti. Junseong doesn't want me."

Tahiti's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Seongho. Junseong needs you. He's just lost."

Seongho's gaze locked onto Tahiti's, his eyes searching for answers. "Lost?"

Tahiti nodded, her voice filled with wisdom. "Between duty and desire. Give him time, Seongho. He'll find his way."

Seongho's lips curved into a faint smile, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. "Thanks, Tahiti. You always know what to say."

Tahiti's smile was radiant, her eyes filled with warmth and compassion. "That's what friends are for, darling."

Yuna, hidden in the shadows, watched Seongho, vulnerable and heartbroken. Perfect.

She glided toward him, her smile confident and predatory. "Seongho, darling! I see you're struggling," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

Seongho's gaze flicked to Yuna, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What do you want, Yuna?" he asked, his voice laced with caution.

Yuna's eyes sparkled with a cold, calculating glint. "I want Junseong. And I'll get him on this trip."

Seongho's eyes narrowed, his possessiveness flaring once again. "You think you can take him from me?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of defiance and hurt.

Yuna's laughter was husky, her confidence unwavering. "Take? Darling, Junseong will come to me willingly."

The tension between them was palpable, a silent battle for Junseong's heart brewing in the tropical night.

Tahiti appeared, her presence a gentle breeze in the midst of a brewing storm. "Yuna, darling, I think you've said enough," she warned.

Yuna's smile never wavered. "Just stating my intentions, Tahiti. No harm done."

Tahiti's eyes narrowed. "Intentions? You mean manipulation?"

Yuna shrugged. "Call it what you want. I'll get Junseong."

Tahiti stepped closer. "Not if I have anything to say about it, Yuna. Junseong's happiness matters."

Seongho's gaze locked onto Tahiti. "Thanks, Tahiti. I appreciate your support."

Tahiti smiled. "Anytime, Seongho."

Yuna's eyes flashed. "You'll lose, Tahiti. I always get what I want."

Yuna's eyes sparkled with determination. "Game on, Seongho. Game on," she whispered.

She glided away, leaving Tahiti and Seongho exchanging worried glances.

"Tahiti, what have we gotten ourselves into?" Seongho asked, his voice laced with concern.

Tahiti's expression turned serious. "Yuna's ruthless, Seongho. You should watch out for her, okay? "

Seongho nodded. "Dont worry, I'll keep my husband close."

Tahiti's smile was sly. "I have a plan. Let's give Yuna a taste of her own medicine."

Seongho's eyes sparkled with a mixture of hope and determination. "Tell me more."

But for now, Seongho had to ensure Junseong's safety. "Later, Tahiti. I need to check on my Junseong."

Tahiti nodded. "Go, Seongho. Go reconcile with your hubby."

Seongho slipped back into the room, finding Junseong fast asleep.

Relieved, Seongho showered, his thoughts still on Yuna's threat. He slid into bed beside Junseong, wrapping his arms around his hubby.

"Mine," Seongho whispered, his voice filled with possessive love.

Junseong stirred, mumbling incoherent words, "I want ice cream, stop the ice cream truck," he mumbled, his sleep-drunken voice adorable.

Seongho's heart swelled at his hubby's adorableness and facepalmed.

In Yuna's room, a different scene unfolded.

Yuna paced, her mind racing. "Seduction, manipulation... What's the best approach?"

Her phone buzzed. "Jihoon?" Yuna answered.

"Yuna, I've dug up dirt on them," Jihoon said, his voice laced with a hint of triumph.

Yuna's eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and intrigue. "Tell me."

To be continued...