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 old science building loomed before Seungmin, its weathered brick facade a patchwork of shadows in the moonlight. Ivy crawled up its walls, reaching towards windows long since boarded up. The building had been abandoned for years, whispered rumors of failed experiments and ghostly apparitions keeping most students far away, especially at night.
But tonight, Seungmin found himself drawn to it like a moth to flame.
His footsteps echoed softly on the cracked concrete path. The air was thick with the scent of impending rain and something else – anticipation, perhaps, or fear. Seungmin hugged himself tightly, his oversized lavender sweater doing little to ward off the chill that ran through him. His pleated white skirt swished around his thighs with each step, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness of the night.
As he rounded the corner to the back of the building, Seungmin's breath caught in his throat. There, leaning against the graffiti-covered wall with casual grace, was Yang Jeongin. A lit cigarette dangled from his lips, the ember glowing like a tiny beacon in the darkness. The moonlight caught on his silver piercings, making them glint dangerously.
Jeongin's eyes, lined with smudged kohl, locked onto Seungmin as he approached. A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face, sending shivers down Seungmin's spine. He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them in a few long strides.
"Well, well," Jeongin drawled, blowing a stream of smoke directly into Seungmin's face. "Look who decided to show up. Didn't think you had it in you, princess."
Seungmin coughed lightly, waving the smoke away. The acrid scent burned his nostrils, mingling with the leather-and-spice scent that seemed to cling to Jeongin. "Why did you ask me here, Jeongin?" he asked, proud of how steady his voice sounded despite his racing heart.
Jeongin's smirk widened as he began to circle Seungmin slowly, like a wolf sizing up its prey. The sound of his heavy boots on the concrete seemed to echo Seungmin's heartbeat. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you'd actually come," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe I wanted to see how far I could push you before you broke."
He stopped directly in front of Seungmin, so close that Seungmin could feel the heat radiating off his body. Jeongin reached out, twirling a lock of Seungmin's pink-streaked hair around his finger. The gentle touch was at odds with the intensity in his eyes.
"Or maybe," Jeongin continued, his gaze boring into Seungmin's, "I wanted to know why a pretty little thing like you can't seem to stay away from me. Even when you know how dangerous I am."
Seungmin's breath hitched, his mind racing. This was his chance to understand, to get behind Jeongin's walls. He gathered every ounce of courage he possessed and looked him directly in the eye.
"I don't think you're as dangerous as you want everyone to believe," Seungmin said softly, his words hanging in the air between them. "I think you're lonely. And scared. And lashing out because it's easier than letting anyone see the real you."
