my little listener ( Seungin ff )

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Seungmin's pov

As we approached, i saw Minho facing off against the group, my anger clearly evident. Jeongin was still slumped on the counter, looking dazed and disoriented, while Han was being held by two of the men.
I stepped forward, joining Minho and assuming a defensive stance, ready to intervene if things escalated further.
"You guys dared to do these dirty stuff with an invitation as guest?"
One of the men from the group tried to brush off my words with a scoff.
"It's just a bit of harmless fun, relax. They agreed to the challenge, and they lost. So we decided to have a little fun with them. What's the big deal?" Oh it's mark! How dare they entered the party when we clearly hate them
"You can take that little guy" pointing on han. Jaemin ,one of them said As he was about touch jeongin again.
My anger was boiling restlessly but i had to keep my self in check, knowing that acting impulsively might make the situation worse.
"Leave jeongin too"
Jaemin smirked at my order, clearly enjoying his attempt to be in control.
"Or what?"

No one's pov:
Seungmin took another step forward, closing the distance between them. His voice was firm and laced with anger.
"Or you'll have to deal with me."
Jaemin sneered, amused by Seungmin's tough demeanor.
Seungmin's eyes were fixed on , his gaze intense and unwavering. The tension in the air was palpable, and everyone in the vicinity could feel the brewing confrontation.
"C'mon I'll just have fun little with him and leave him to you back. He'll allow it, I believe" Jaemin rolled his eyes
Seungmin's blood boiled at the man's audacity. He couldn't believe they were casually talking about harming Jeongin as if he was a possession.
"Dare to touch him." His voice was even firmer this time
Jaemin smirked, was about to grab Jeongin's t-shirt again but he clutched his face in surprise and pain, falling to the floor as Seungmin's punch landed hard. The other men in the group gaped in shock. Seungmin stood there, his breathing heavy, his hand still curled in a fist. He looked at the fallen man, a mixture of anger and determination on his face. He wasn't going to tolerate anyone touching Jeongin without facing repercussions.
Felix quickly signaled to the nearby security guards who had been watching the scene unfold. They immediately responded.
Soon, the guards approached and began to escort the group of men, including the one who had been punched, towards the exit of the club. The group was reluctant to leave, but ultimately they had no choice.
Seungmin and Minho kept a watchful eye on the guards as they escorted the men out, ensuring that they left without causing any further trouble. Once they were gone, Seungmin turned back to Jeongin, his concern evident on his face.
"Jeongin, are you okay? Can you stand up?"
Jeongin was still leaning heavily on the counter, looking dazed. His eyes slowly focused on Seungmin, and he attempted to stand up, but his legs were weak and unstable. As soon as he tried to straighten himself but nearly fell on Seungmin's body.
He quickly grabbed Jeongin's waist, steadying him. His grip was firm and supportive, keeping Jeongin upright as he tried to find his balance.
As Jeongin looked at Seungmin, blinking slowly as he tried to focus, Seungmin frowned in concern.
He cupped Seungmin's face looking straight at him
" You're really so handsome"
Seungmin couldn't help but chuckle at Jeongin's tipsy comment. "You really are something else when you're drunk, you know that?"
Jeongin nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face as he looked at Seungmin with a glassy stare.
Jeongin wrapped his arms around Seungmin's neck, he was pulled closer to him unconsciously. Seungmin reciprocated, gently encircling his arms around Jeongin's waist
"Lift me up. I can't walk!" Jeongin pleaded putting his face on Seungmin's neck and slightly rubbing his body against him.

Seungmin chuckled again, amused by Jeongin's cute drunken request.
Without hesitation, he gently lifted Jeongin off the ground, holding him bridal style in his arms.
The Younger wrapped his arms tighter around Seungmin's neck, his body pressed against him. He buried his face in Seungmin's shoulder, nuzzling into him.
Seungmin carefully carried Jeongin in his arms, making his way out of the noisy hall and towards a quieter room. The walk was slow as Jeongin clung to him.
Seungmin gently placed him down on the couch, ensuring his body was comfortably settled before taking a seat beside him. He looked at Jeongin, his expression one of both amusement and concern.
"Jeongin, do you want something? Seungmin asked as jeongin nodded
He continued to cling to Seungmin, his grip on his shirt tight, looking at him with a pout, "I want you."

Seungmin's eyes widened a little at Jeongin's blunt response. He knew Jeongin was drunk and unfiltered, but the directness of his words still caught him off guard. Seungmin couldn't help but chuckle at Jeongin's clinginess and his tipsy honesty.
He reached out and patted Jeongin's messy hair, "You're so clingy and different when you're drunk"
Jeongin got more closer, shooking his head like a kid
"I'm not clingy! I just want you. you're so warm and comfortable. I want to feel you"

Seungmin's heart beating faster at Jeongin's confession.
As he continued to snuggle into him, Seungmin felt his heart rate increase, the rapid thumping in his chest "Hyung, touch me" Jeongin's voice was whispering

Seungmin's mind racing with conflicting thoughts.But tried to maintain his straighten, "You're drunk, Jeongin. I can't take advantage of you like this."

"I'm not drunk! Please I'm allowing you" jeongin said with a firm but husky voice.
Seungmin's resolve was wavering. Jeongin's pleading tone and his insistence, it was making it increasingly difficult for him to say no. His hands found their way to Jeongin's waist, his fingers gently gripping the slender expanse. He leaned closer to Jeongin's face. The tension in the air was visible.

As Jeongin's lips trembled, parted in anticipation. ever so slowly, Seungmin leaned in closer, his lips hovering close to Jeongin's.
Their breaths mingled, their mouths just an inch away from each other. Seungmin's heart was racing, his mind filled with desire, needs and a hint of guilt. But Seungmin closed the remaining distance, his lips gently capturing Jeongin's in a soft, tentative kiss..

The kiss was gentle and soft untill Jeongin responded eagerly to the kiss, his lips moving against Seungmin's in a hungry and needy manner. His hands came up to grip Seungmin's shoulders, holding him tightly as the kiss deepened and grew more intense.
Seungmin parted the lips , pulled jeongin grabbing his waist and made him sit on his lap.
With Seungmin pulled him closer, their bodies pressing against each other in a desperate embrace. They kissed again with more wild and passionate.. Seungmin's hands roamed desperately over his body, pulling him even closer as the intensity of their kiss continued to escalate.
Seungmin was fully consumed by his growing need for Jeongin. His tongue explored Jeongin's mouth, seeking more of his taste, more of his being. Seungmin's lips left Jeongin's mouth, pressing it to his jawline slowly going down to neck , sucking, leaving a trail of kisses and red hickeys.

"Aaahh" Seungmin felt a surge of desire through his veins as Jeongin let out a moan, his grip on Jeongin's waist tightening even more as he continued.. his lips and tongue traced a path back up to Jeongin's ear, where he gently bit and whispered softly. "You're driving me crazy, Jeongin. You have no idea what you do to me."

Seungmin continued to explore Jeongin's neck, his lips tracing a path to his collarbone, leaving a lot kisses and teasing bites . His hands slipped under Jeongin's shirt to feel the smooth skin beneath.

As the older's hands rubbed under Jeongin's shirt, the reality of the situation suddenly dawned on him. He remembered Jeongin's condition, the alcohol and the drug in his system, and guilt washed over him.
Seungmin froze, his lips stilling against Jeongin's skin as he pulled back slightly, looking at the boy who was nestled on his lap. Jeongin's eyes were half opened, his breathing ragged.

Seungmin gently pushed Jeongin away, creating a small distance between them. His heart was heavy with conflicting emotions, his desire, "Jeongin, We can't do this. Not when you're like this. You're not in a clear state of mind."

(I'll update the parts I kept in draft. I still don't know about the rest :/ . I've completed another seungin story already, all parts done. If I can't continue this one I'll start updating the other story.)