Book 2 of ~ Kaleidoscope Hearts: The Seungmin Collection
Seungmin's got 99 problems and they're all named Yang Jeongin. The campus bad boy's gone and stolen his heart, and now they're shacking up together. Cue the chaos, the fluff, and enough sexual...
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The gentle clinking of cutlery against plates filled the small kitchen as Jeongin and Seungmin finished their breakfast. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the scene and highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Despite the lack of classes and Seungmin's plan to skip the next day, Jeongin started feeling an uncomfortable itch under his skin. The domesticity of the morning, pleasant as it had been, was starting to feel unfamiliar, almost suffocating.
Jeongin set down his spoon, the metal making a soft clink against the ceramic bowl. He looked up at Seungmin, who was delicately wiping his mouth with a napkin, the picture of grace even in such a mundane action. The contrast between them struck Jeongin anew – Seungmin in his soft, pastel pajamas, and Jeongin in his rumpled clothes from the day before.
"I should probably head out," Jeongin said, his voice gruff but not unkind. He watched Seungmin's face carefully, half-expecting to see disappointment or hurt.
To his surprise, Seungmin simply nodded, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Of course," he said, his voice warm with understanding. "You probably want to get back to your own space, change clothes, maybe catch up on some rest."
Jeongin blinked, taken aback by Seungmin's easy acceptance. He had been prepared for a protest, for Seungmin to ask him to stay longer. The lack of pressure both relieved and oddly disappointed him, though he couldn't quite understand why.
"Yeah," Jeongin muttered, running a hand through his disheveled lavender hair. "Something like that."
Seungmin stood, gathering their empty dishes. "Let me just clean up here, and then I'll get your clothes from last night. They should be dry by now."
Jeongin watched as Seungmin moved around the small kitchen, rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher with practiced efficiency. There was something almost hypnotic about the domesticity of it all – the soft swish of water, the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the gentle clink of dishes being stacked.
"You don't have to do that," Jeongin found himself saying. "I can help."
Seungmin turned, surprise evident in his wide eyes. "Oh," he said, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "That would be nice, thank you."
They fell into an easy rhythm, Jeongin washing while Seungmin dried and put away. The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the splash of water and the occasional question from Seungmin about where something went.
As they finished up, Seungmin handed Jeongin a dish towel to dry his hands. Their fingers brushed in the exchange, sending a small shiver down Jeongin's spine. He was still getting used to how even the smallest touch from Seungmin affected him.
"I'll go get your clothes," Seungmin said, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Jeongin alone in the kitchen.
Jeongin leaned against the counter, his eyes roaming over the small space. It was so different from his own living area – bright and airy where his was dark and cluttered, organized where his was chaotic. And yet, he found himself oddly drawn to it, to the warmth and comfort it exuded.
