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 following days were a blur of classes and studying for Seungmin, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every so often, he'd catch a glimpse of lavender hair or the glint of silver studs in his peripheral vision. But whenever he turned to look, there was nothing there.
Like everything was just a delusion.
But it was during one of these weird moments, as Seungmin was leaving the library late one evening, that he quite literally ran into the source of his distraction. The moment he rounded a corner, arms full of books, Seungmin collided with a solid chest. The impact sent his books scattering across the ground, and he would have fallen too if not for a strong hand gripping his arm.
"Watch where you're going, princess," a familiar voice drawled.
Seungmin's head snapped up, his eyes widening as they met Jeongin's dark gaze. The bad boy's hand was still on his arm, the touch sending an unexpected shiver down Seungmin's spine.
"I-I'm sorry," Seungmin stammered, quickly pulling away and kneeling to gather his fallen books. "I didn't see you there."
Jeongin watched him for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, to Seungmin's utter shock, he knelt down and began helping to collect the books.
"You make a habit of not seeing people?" Jeongin asked, his tone gruff but lacking its usual bite. "Or am I just special?"
Seungmin blinked, unsure how to respond. Was Yang Jeongin actually trying to make conversation? "I... no, I mean... I've just been distracted lately," he finally managed.
Jeongin hummed noncommittally, picking up the last book and standing. He held it out to Seungmin, who took it with slightly trembling hands. "Distracted by what?" Jeongin pressed, his eyes boring into Seungmin's. "Or should I say, by whom?"
A blush crept up Seungmin's neck, coloring his cheeks a delicate pink. "I don't know what you mean," he said, clutching his books to his chest like a shield.
Jeongin took a step closer, invading Seungmin's personal space. The scent of leather and cigarette smoke enveloped Seungmin, making his head spin. Jeongin's eyes, dark and intense, seemed to pierce right through him.
"Don't play dumb, princess," Jeongin growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I've seen you watching me. What's your game, huh? Trying to 'save' the bad boy? Or maybe you just get off on the danger?"
Seungmin's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing. He wanted to step back, to put some distance between them, but his body wouldn't cooperate. "N-no," he managed to stammer out. "It's not like that. I just... I was worried about you."
Jeongin's eyes narrowed, a flash of something – confusion? anger? – crossing his face before it settled back into its usual mask of disdain. "Worried?" he spat. "About me? Don't make me laugh."
In one swift motion, Jeongin grabbed Seungmin's chin, forcing the smaller boy to look directly at him. His grip was tight, bordering on painful. "Listen here, you little freak," he hissed. "I don't need your worry. I don't need your pity. And I sure as hell don't need you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Got it?"
