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 Literature building stood tall against the backdrop of a lazy afternoon sky, its weathered brick facade a silent witness to countless student journeys. Outside, leaning against the cool wall with an air of practiced nonchalance, Jeongin waited.
He'd arrived early, driven by an inexplicable urge to see Seungmin the moment his class ended. Now, as minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness, Jeongin found himself fidgeting with the zipper of his oversized black jacket. Beneath it, a plain white shirt peeked out, a stark contrast to the dark denim of his jeans. Today's outfit was a testament to his couldn't-care-less attitude - or at least, that's what he told himself.
As he waited, Jeongin's thoughts drifted to Seungmin. His princess, with his penchant for soft fabrics and delicate patterns. The mental image brought a slight smile to Jeongin's lips, quickly replaced by his signature scowl as a group of giggling freshmen passed by, casting curious glances his way.
The distant echo of a bell signaled the end of class. Jeongin straightened, his eyes fixed on the building's entrance as students began to filter out. He scanned the crowd, searching for that familiar silhouette.
And then, there he was.
Seungmin emerged from the building, flanked as always by Hyunjin and Felix. But Jeongin barely registered their presence. His attention was wholly captured by Seungmin, a vision in black and red.
The shorts Seungmin wore hugged his thighs in a way that made Jeongin's mouth go dry. Little red bows adorned the fabric, a whimsical touch that was so quintessentially Seungmin. His black shirt, decorated with a delicate red butterfly, fluttered slightly in the breeze. The entire ensemble was a perfect representation of Seungmin's love for feminine clothing, a style that Jeongin found both perplexing and oddly alluring.
As the trio approached, snippets of their conversation drifted towards Jeongin. Seungmin's laughter, bright and unrestrained, sent a warmth spreading through Jeongin's chest. It was a sound he'd never tire of hearing.
Finally, Seungmin's eyes landed on Jeongin. The smile that bloomed on his face was like the first rays of sunlight after a storm - brilliant and full of promise.
"Hey, princess," Jeongin called out, pushing off from the wall. He strode towards Seungmin, pointedly ignoring Hyunjin and Felix. In one fluid motion, he reached for Seungmin's bag, slinging it over his own shoulder before pulling his boyfriend into a kiss.
The world seemed to fade away as their lips met. Jeongin could taste the hint of cherry lip balm Seungmin favored, could feel the softness of Seungmin's skin beneath his fingers. He deepened the kiss, a possessive urge driving him to make a statement to anyone watching.
When they finally parted, Seungmin's cheeks were flushed a pretty pink. "Hey," he mumbled, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure coloring his tone.
Beside them, Hyunjin let out an exaggerated groan. "Do you two have to do that every time?"
