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15

This part was requested by riki_fennek

Seungmin stared blankly at his screen, engrossed in watching a replay of the stream Jisung and Hyunjin had done together. His attention was so fixed on the kissing scene that he didn't even notice Jeongin entering his room.

"Watching him again?" Jeongin asked, his voice laced with irritation, startling Seungmin.

"None of your business," Seungmin snapped, quickly shutting his laptop, though he knew Jeongin had already figured out what he was watching.

"Hyung, just talk to him!" Jeongin said, exasperated. "Just because he's not ready to fully commit doesn't mean you can't go on a few dates. And don't start with that nonsense about not being a good dom."

Jeongin glared down at Seungmin, whose body tensed under his sharp gaze.

"I... I know I'm not good enough for him," Seungmin muttered, eyes downcast. "He deserves someone like Chan or Changbin. They've got their emotions figured out, while I can't even handle mine. I've never had a real partner... what if I can't take care of him or... satisfy him?"

Jeongin sighed heavily, his patience thinning. "Are we really doing this again? Do I need to remind you how well you can take care of someone? You're always so quick to doubt yourself."

Without warning, Jeongin grabbed Seungmin by the hair, pulling his head back to force him to meet his eyes. Seungmin gasped, his hands instinctively grasping at Jeongin's wrists, but the younger boy held firm.

"I'll prove it to you, if that's what it takes. Don't act like you hate this when I know deep down you love being shown who's in control." Jeongin's voice was low and commanding as he climbed onto Seungmin's lap, straddling him.

Seungmin's eyes widened in panic as he realized what Jeongin was about to do. "Innie, please don't—"

"Quiet, brat." Jeongin silenced him with a sneer. "I know you enjoy this more than you let on. Now sit still and let me show you how good you can be."

With swift precision, Jeongin yanked Seungmin's shirt off, discarding it carelessly. His eyes roved over Seungmin's bare chest, and he let out an appreciative hum. "You look perfect, you know that? Such a pretty sight."

Seungmin's heart pounded in his chest, torn between embarrassment and something deeper, something that made his pulse race. He wanted to protest, to say something, but Jeongin's sharp gaze warned him to stay silent.

"If it weren't for Minho, I would've claimed you a long time ago," Jeongin murmured, his fingers lightly tracing patterns over Seungmin's smooth skin. Seungmin shuddered at the sensation, his breath coming in short, unsteady bursts.

"You're a good boy, Seungmin. If only you could see yourself the way I do." Jeongin's words were soft now, almost tender, and they sent a flush of warmth through Seungmin's body.

"Innie..." Seungmin whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and desire.

Jeongin didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips to Seungmin's neck in a series of light, teasing kisses that sent shivers down Seungmin's spine. Seungmin bit his lip, struggling to suppress the soft whimper threatening to escape his throat.

"You're always so tense," Jeongin whispered against his skin. "But you don't have to be. Not with me. Let go for once."

Seungmin's hands moved instinctively, gripping Jeongin's hips as if to anchor himself. He wanted to pull Jeongin closer, to feel more of that warmth, but the battle within him raged on. He was caught between wanting and fearing what might happen next.