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 acrid smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, a pungent harbinger of trouble. Students in the hallway of Seoul National University tensed, their conversations dying mid-sentence as they recognized the telltale scent. Lockers slammed shut, and bodies pressed against the walls, desperate to become invisible.
Yang Jeongin rounded the corner, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips in blatant defiance of the 'No Smoking' signs plastered every few feet. His blonde hair, artfully disheveled, stood out starkly against his all-black ensemble – torn jeans that looked more hole tYang fabric, a leather jacket adorned with silver spikes, and scuffed combat boots that echoed ominously with each deliberate step.
His dark eyes, lined with smudged kohl, scanned the hallway with predatory intensity. A smirk played on his lips as he noticed the fear in the eyes of his fellow students. He lived for this – the power, the control, the knowledge that a single look from him could send people scurrying.
As he passed a group of freshmen huddled by their lockers, Jeongin suddenly stopped. The students froze, terror evident on their young faces. Jeongin's smirk widened into a cruel grin.
"What's the matter?" he drawled, blowing a stream of smoke directly into the face of a bespectacled boy who looked close to tears. "Cat got your tongue?"
The boy coughed, eyes watering from the smoke. "N-no, I-"
"Shut up," Jeongin snapped, his amusement vanishing in an instant. He grabbed the front of the boy's shirt, slamming him against the lockers with a resounding bang. "Did I say you could speak?"
The hallway fell deathly silent, the tension palpable. Jeongin leaned in close, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Let me make something very clear. When I walk by, you don't breathe unless I say you can. Got it?"
The boy nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. Jeongin held him there for a moment longer before releasing him with a disgusted shove. "Pathetic," he spat, turning away.
As he continued down the hallway, Jeongin felt a familiar rush of adrenaline. This was who he was – the bad boy, the rebel, the one everyone feared and no one dared to challenge. It was a role he had perfected over years of anger and resentment, a armor he wore to keep the world at bay.
He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice the figure standing directly in his path until he was nearly upon them. Jeongin's eyes narrowed, ready to tear into whoever was foolish enough to not get out of his way.
But the words died in his throat as he took in the sight before him.
Kim Seungmin stood rooted to the spot, his wide eyes fixed on Jeongin with a mixture of fear and... was that disapproval? He was a vision in pastels, a soft pink sweater hanging loosely off one shoulder, paired with a pleated white skirt that swayed gently around his thighs. His black hair, streaked with cotton candy pink at the bangs, framed a face that was the very picture of innocence.
