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Seungmin was the kind of boyfriend that made people believe in fairy tales. Sweet, attentive, and with a puppy-like charm that left you and everyone around him absolutely smitten. When you were out with the boys, he'd cling to you with innocent affection—holding your hand, resting his chin on your shoulder, and smiling at you like you hung the stars.
"Y/N," he'd whine playfully when you stole a fry from his plate during lunch with the others, "those are mine. But I guess you're cuter than fries, so go ahead." The boys would groan, rolling their eyes at his lovey-dovey antics, but you secretly loved it.
He was soft with you in public, unbothered by teasing or judgment. That was Seungmin in the daylight: all sweetness and puppy eyes. But you'd learned that there was a different side to him.
A side that came out only when the sun dipped below the horizon, and he was no longer satisfied with being just "cute."
It was one of those nights.
Seungmin had been patient all day, trailing behind you while you ran errands, sharing shy smiles and inside jokes in the aisles of a grocery store. You'd even gone out for dinner with the boys afterward, Seungmin clinging to you like he couldn't get enough of your attention.
But something shifted when you got home.
The moment the front door clicked shut, you felt it—his need, palpable and heavy in the air.
"Y/N," Seungmin called from behind you, his voice deeper now, lacking its usual playful lilt.
You turned, your heart skipping a beat at the way he was looking at you. His soft puppy-like demeanor was gone, replaced by an intensity that made your knees weak. His dark eyes raked over your figure, his jaw tight, his lips parted as if he were barely holding himself together.
"I've been patient all day," he said, stepping closer, each word deliberate.
"Patient?" you asked, your voice quieter than intended.
Seungmin's hands found your waist, his grip firm as he pulled you flush against him. He towered over you just enough to make your breath hitch, and the tension in his body was electric.
"You've been driving me crazy," he muttered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Smiling like that, touching me so sweetly, wearing that skirt..."
"Seungmin," you whispered, a mix of anticipation and nervousness blooming in your chest.
His fingers dug into your hips slightly, his gaze locking onto yours. "You're mine," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "Do you know how hard it was not to drag you out of that restaurant? To keep my hands off you in front of everyone?"
You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your belly. This was the Seungmin you only saw behind closed doors—the one who wasn't afraid to take control, who made your heart race in a completely different way.
