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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Jeongin was scrolling through his phone when he heard the click of Seungmin's shoes approaching the car. He looked up, ready to praise his princess for listening for once - but the words died in his throat.
There stood Seungmin, looking like pure temptation in a pleated black skirt that showed off his legs, the oversized white sweater slipping just enough to reveal his collarbone. His pink hair was slightly ruffled, and he had the audacity to look completely innocent as he opened the car door.
"Ready!" Seungmin announced cheerfully, sliding into the passenger seat like he hadn't just deliberately disobeyed. Like he wasn't wearing the exact thing Jeongin told him not to.
Jeongin's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Princess," his voice was dangerously low. "What did I say about the skirt?"
"Oh, this?" Seungmin looked down at himself, feigning surprise. "But you said I couldn't wear a skirt to the party. You never said anything about wearing one to the car." He crossed his legs delicately, making the skirt ride up just a bit higher. "Besides, I thought you liked my skirts?"
"You," Jeongin growled, reaching over to grip Seungmin's thigh, "are playing a very dangerous game right now."
"I have no idea what you mean," Seungmin replied primly, deliberately smoothing down his skirt with delicate fingers. The black fabric contrasted beautifully with his pale skin, something he knew Jeongin couldn't help but notice. "I'm dressed perfectly fine."
"We're not going to the party with you dressed like that," Jeongin growled, though he was already turning the key in the ignition. The engine purred to life, a sound that usually made Seungmin feel safe but now just added to the tension building between them.
"There's nothing wrong with how I'm dressed," Seungmin argued, a stubborn set to his jaw that made him look younger, more defiant. "Besides, you're the one who's always marking up my neck. At least the skirt doesn't show those." His fingers unconsciously traced where he knew Jeongin's fated marks decorated his throat.
The streetlights had started coming on as Jeongin pulled out of the parking lot, casting alternating patterns of light and shadow across their faces. His jaw was tight, eyes occasionally drifting to where Seungmin's skirt had ridden up slightly.
"You've been getting a bit too bratty lately," he observed, his voice carrying that dangerous edge that usually made Seungmin shiver. "It's like you're trying to end up in the backseat of my car."
"I'm not a brat," Seungmin protested, though he couldn't help but glance at the backseat through the rearview mirror. "Besides, I don't think it's possible to have sex back there. It's too small."
"It's possible," Jeongin said casually, focused on navigating through the evening traffic. The words fell between them like stones in still water. "I've done it a couple of times."
The air in the car suddenly felt too thick, too heavy. Seungmin went very still, his fingers freezing where they'd been playing with the hem of his skirt. Something uncomfortable twisted in his chest, a feeling he wasn't used to - hadn't felt before Jeongin.
