Namjoon brought over another tray of drinks for the table, Seokjin and Taehyung taking theirs happily. Jungkook reached for his cocktail only to watch as Jimin's hand grabbed it before he could. His plush lips kissed the glass as he took a sip of the fruity drink, his eyes never wavering from the younger's. "Oh baby, I could have you in tears before you take off a single thread." or Taehyung drags a mildly depressed Jungkook to a BDSM club like any good best friend does.

Minho never expected college to feel like stepping into a new life. He planned on quiet mornings, pink sweaters, sketchbooks filled with half-finished ideas, and a tiny dorm that smelled like laundry detergent and freedom. He didn't plan on him. Professor Hwang Hyunjin wasn't just another instructor on campus. He was a name spoken with respect, a presence that made rooms fall silent, a figure as precise and untouchable as the art he created. Strict. Sharp. Controlled. The kind of man who lived behind rules and expected others to follow them. Minho was supposed to be just one more student in a crowded room. But from the moment their eyes met- from the second Minho saw the way Hyunjin looked at him like he was something worth studying- everything tilted. A student shouldn't look at his professor like that. A professor shouldn't look back. Yet they fall into a game neither of them names: stares held too long, breaths caught too easily, careful steps across a line neither of them should cross. It's messy. It's fragile. And sometimes, it's the one thing that can ruin everything. This is a story about want disguised as curiosity, rules bent under pressure, emotions that grow in the quiet moments, and two people trying-and failing-to pretend they don't feel what they shouldn't.

"If you don't get in the car, I'll throw you over my shoulder and drag you to my house." "I said, I don't want to go with you." I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "Give me one reason, Kitten." His voice was softer now. "There are a hundred reasons," I snapped. "For starters, I don't want to go anywhere with my landlord, or my one-night stand!" --- Minho's a broke, sharp-tongued photographer with a camera, a cat, and no fucking place to live. (Thanks to the 'No-pet policy' of the building) Chan's a billionaire CEO with a failed camera launch and a temper just as nasty as his suits are expensive. Minho gets hired to save the project. Chan offers him to stay at rent as a tenant in his building. Now they're neighbors. Enemies in the hallway, tension in the sheets... -♡- Top: chan Bottom : Minho ⚠️ contains mature content

"I was never that much into guys, let alone posers or vamps. But he was the real thing and a force to be reckoned with. And I surrendered without a fight." Smut, language, sexual themes, mature themes, mild violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of abuse and sa. BDSM, maybe. As always this is a work of fiction and has absolutely nothing to do with actual people, their lives or their preferences. Reader Discretion is Advised!