BOOK 1
Yoon Jeonghan had always been the angel the world adored-perfect smile, perfect life. But perfection was a mask, and behind it was a secret darker than anyone knew. Stalking had never been part of the plan. Yet here he was, eyes glued to Choi...
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TRIGGER WARNING⚠ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 18+ ACTIVITIES IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT PLEASE DON'T READ IT I ADVISE NOT TO READ IT IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18(but who am I kidding you probably will🥰) THIS IS GONNA BE THE CRINGIEST SMUT YOU READ IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT (I'm sorry😔😔)
I will mention when it gets 18+
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Seungcheol pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against Jeonghan’s as they both caught their breath. The room felt warmer now, filled with the unspoken tension that lingered between them. His thumb traced soft circles against Jeonghan’s waist, grounding both of them in the moment.
Jeonghan's lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed as he stared into Seungcheol’s dark, searching eyes. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop,” Jeonghan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with challenge.
Seungcheol smirked faintly, his fingers brushing along Jeonghan’s exposed skin beneath his shirt. “What makes you think I want you to stop?” he replied, his tone lower now, huskier. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”
The confession sent a fresh wave of heat through Jeonghan’s body. He swallowed, his hands sliding down Seungcheol’s chest, feeling the faint rise and fall of his breath. “You’re dangerous, Seungcheol,” Jeonghan teased, though his voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions inside him.
Seungcheol’s gaze softened for a brief moment before darkening once again. “Only for you, Hannie,” he murmured. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Jeonghan’s ear, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down Jeonghan’s spine. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
Jeonghan’s breath hitched, and his fingers curled into the fabric of Seungcheol’s shirt. He didn’t hesitate this time. “I do,” he whispered back. “I want you, Seungcheol. All of you.”
Something seemed to snap in both of them. Seungcheol’s lips were on his again, claiming them with a passion that left Jeonghan breathless. The kisses were deep, lingering, as though they were trying to memorize every moment, every taste of each other. Jeonghan let out a soft sound, his body arching into Seungcheol’s touch as his hands wandered, learning the shape of the man in front of him.
Seungcheol’s hands were not idle either, skimming over Jeonghan’s waist, up his back, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between them. He pressed a kiss to Jeonghan’s jaw, then down to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered against Jeonghan’s skin, his voice raw with emotion.
Jeonghan’s head fell back, giving Seungcheol better access as he tangled his fingers in Seungcheol’s hair. The heat pooling in his stomach grew unbearable, and he felt as though he might come undone at any moment.
