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 rhythmic thumping of bass reverberated through the thin walls of Seungmin's dorm room, a stark reminder of the party raging just two doors down. It was a Thursday night, and apparently, someone had decided that was reason enough to celebrate. Seungmin sighed, trying to focus on the task at hand - packing for Felix's birthday sleepover.
"I swear, if that music gets any louder, I'm going to go over there and shove that speaker so far up their-" Jeongin's colorful threat was cut off by Seungmin's pointed look.
"No, you're not," Seungmin said firmly, tossing a pair of socks into his overnight bag. "The last thing I need is for you to get into another fight. Remember what happened last time?"
Jeongin rolled his eyes, shifting on Seungmin's bed where he'd been lounging for the past hour. "That guy had it coming. Nobody talks shit about my car and gets away with it."
Seungmin bit back a smile, remembering the incident. Jeongin had ended up with a bruised lip, but the other guy had looked much worse. It shouldn't have been attractive, but Seungmin couldn't deny the thrill he'd felt seeing Jeongin defend his honor - even if it was just the honor of his prized car.
Seungmin stood by his bed, meticulously folding clothes and placing them into an overnight bag. His movements were precise and calculated, each item carefully considered before being added to the growing pile.
In stark contrast to Seungmin's orderly packing, Jeongin sprawled across the bed, his presence a chaotic energy in the otherwise serene room. Today, he'd forgone his usual all-black ensemble for a more colorful streetwear look. His oversized hoodie, a vibrant mix of blues and purples that reminded Seungmin of a nebula, hung off one shoulder. Ripped jeans in a light wash hugged his legs, and a pair of chunky sneakers lay discarded on the floor.
Jeongin's lavender hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions from where he'd been running his hands through it in boredom. His ear piercings caught the light as he shifted, the silver glinting against his skin.
"Princess," Jeongin whined, drawing out the nickname in a way that was both annoying and endearing, "are you almost done? I'm dying of boredom here."
Seungmin rolled his eyes, a fond smile tugging at his lips despite his exasperation. "No one's forcing you to stay, you know. You could go back to your own dorm if watching me pack is so torturous."
Jeongin snorted, propping himself up on his elbows to better observe Seungmin. "And miss the chance to critique your fashion choices? Not a chance, babe."
As if to prove his point, Jeongin reached out and snagged a pastel sweater from Seungmin's pile. He held it up, his nose wrinkling in mock disgust. "Seriously? This looks like something my grandmother would wear. To church."
Seungmin snatched the sweater back, smoothing out the wrinkles Jeongin had created. "It's comfortable," he defended, carefully folding the garment and placing it in his bag.
