rough mirror sex w/ seungmin after an argument ( tw: bulge kink )
“you really think you can piss me off and walk away like that?” seungmin growls in your ear, his low voice cutting through the thick, heated atmosphere between you. his hands grip your waist, yanking you back roughly against him until your ass is flush to the hardness in his jeans. you huff, still annoyed from the bite of the argument.
“you’re being dramatic,” you snap, even as heat simmers low in your belly at the way his grip tightens.
“oh? you think so?” he sneers, one hand sliding down to grope your ass roughly, squeezing until you gasp.
before you can spit out another snarky remark, he maneuvers you to face the vanity mirror on the opposite wall, the slight fog of your reflection already making your heart race.
“bend over,” he orders flatly, voice colder now, no room for debate.
your pride wants to argue, but fuck— it’s hard to focus when anger and arousal burn together in the air, and his authoritative tone makes your thighs clench.
“seungmin—”
“i said bend over,” he interrupts sharply, his palm pressing down hard on the curve of your spine as he forces you to bow over the dresser, your sweaty palms smacking against the cool glass for balance.
you shoot him a look through the reflection, lips parting to protest but nothing comes out except a sharp gasp as his hand yanks at your waistband, your panties and jeans shoved down to your knees in one rough motion.
“you like pushing me, don’t you?” his tone is edged with quiet fury as he kicks your legs apart with his knee.
“you’re so full of it,” you fire back, but your voice is shaking faintly.
that small tremble doesn’t go unnoticed. his smirk sharpens, big hands gripping your hips as his dark eyes lock on yours.
“full of it?” he taunts, his fingers sliding down to brush over your slick folds teasingly. “funny how this says otherwise.”
your breath shudders, anger warring with the heat crawling up your spine as your body betrays the tension crackling between you two.
his smirk only deepens at how wet you already are, two fingers sliding through your folds, dragging your slick over your clit before pushing them inside you all at once.
you gasp, knees buckling slightly at the sudden stretch.
“look at you,” he murmurs harshly, curling his fingers deep, the wet squelch of your cunt impossible to ignore. “all wet from arguing with me. pathetic little brat.”
“fuck- seungmin,” you moan, gripping the edges of the dresser to steady yourself as he pumps his fingers rougher now, your walls tightening around him with every drag and thrust.
he glares at you in the mirror, forcing your head up with his free hand so your reflection is right there, your flushed cheeks burning under his angry, determined gaze.
“keep your eyes on it,” he demands, and the way he says it makes your legs shake uncontrollably as he curls his fingers deep against your g-spot, watching closely for every little reaction.
“the fuck do- haahh- do you think you’re—”
he pulls his fingers out before you can finish, and before you can snap at him, he’s unzipping his jeans, yanking his cock free.
your words die on your tongue, frustration turning into desperation as your head drops forward slightly.
“look at me,” he commands again, and the sharp slap lands on your ass before you can argue, making you gasp again.
you force your head up, scowling weakly at him, but your resolve is cracking— especially when his hand wraps around his cock and lines it up against your dripping folds.
“you were so fucking mouthy earlier,” he mutters, dragging his tip through your messy folds slowly, teasing you.
“you’re not—”
whatever you were about to say vanishes the second he pushes in without warning, his cock stretching you wide as it sinks into your cunt, hot and fast and so fucking deep.
“fuck, min!” you cry, your sweaty palms slipping slightly against the glass as you try to keep yourself steady.
your walls clench tight around his cock as he fills you, and he groans deep in his chest at the feeling, the sound rough and breathy.
“that shut you up quick, didn’t it?” he hisses, his fingers digging into your hips brutally as he starts to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before surging forward again, bottoming out with a harsh snap of his hips.
you can’t stop the slew of broken moans that falls from your lips, your body jerking forward with every hard thrust.
“too big for you, huh? thought you could take it,” he sneers.
your glare through the mirror falters again, your cunt fluttering helplessly around him as he pounds into you harder now, the wet slap of skin echoing alongside the loud squelch of your dripping cunt.
his eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, dark and focused, his jaw tight as his hips crash into yours again and again, forcing your legs to shake.
“fuck,” he groans roughly, one hand releasing your hip to tangle in your hair, jerking your head back slightly. “look at yourself, baby,” he rasps in your ear. “look at the way you’re creaming on my cock.”
your blurred reflection stares back at you, glassy eyed and flushed, your lips parted as your juices froth at his base, leaking messily down your thighs and coating him in glossy strings.
“fuck, seungmin- too much—” you gasp, desperate as his cock drives relentlessly into your g-spot, your legs trembling harder.
“don’t you fucking dare,” he cuts you off, his hips snapping even harder, his hand sliding down to press over your stomach, right against the bulge of his cock stretching you.
your eyes roll back instantly, your walls spasming as his fingers press harder into the tender bump on your stomach.
“you feel that?” he hisses through clenched teeth, pulling your body back against him harder.
you nod helplessly, tears pricking your eyes now, too overwhelmed to argue anymore as his thrusts turn brutal.
“good,” he grits out. “you take it so fucking well, but you need to learn when to stop running that mouth of yours.”
the sting of his palm smacking your ass again makes you moan loudly, your cunt clenching impossibly tighter as you start to fall apart.
“seungmin, gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum—”
“yeah, you are,” he says lowly as he keeps slamming into you mercilessly. “go ahead, baby. cream all over this cock for me. cry for me like the fucking brat you are.”
his words push you over the edge instantly, your thighs shaking wildly as your orgasm snaps through you, heat pouring through your veins as you gush all over his cock with a sharp cry of his name, your body going limp in his hold.
“fucking hell,” he groans, his rhythm faltering just briefly before his clasp on your hips fasten, dragging you back harder onto his cock as his pace turns careless and frantic.
sloppy, wet sounds fill the room as he buries himself deep in you one last time, a low grunt erupting from his chest as hot, thick ropes paint your insides, his cock twitching as he fills you up completely.
but instead of pulling out, his hand grips your hair again, forcefully tugging your tear-streaked, fucked out reflection into focus.
“don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. not until you’re really sorry.”
Includes fics/series, smaus, oneshots,drabbles, headcannons and time stamps
S - smut | SG -suggestive | F - fluff
A - angst | M - mature
All credits to the writers! If you would not like your work on here please lmk!
And a small selection for some of the other members! (Not all!)
Waste away | F - @hyuukais
Home run | F,SG(?) - @latteseungs
technically, adding your birthday as seungmin's baseball jersey number was not really against any rules
Seungmin BF! Texts | F - @starrgaziinggg
Won’t go home without you | A,F(?) - @gamerwoo
"You left! You left and now you think you can just come waltzing right back into my life like nothing ever changed!" | A,F - @whatsk-poppinhomies
Dating Seungmin | F - @boydepartment
Then fall | F - @wooahaes
The love languages | F - @rachalixie
Nonchalant Bf | F - @biniminisblog
seungmin as your boyfriend who just wants to cuddle but is too shy to say it
1-800-hot-n-fun | F - @strrykais
one is a lonely number, but its the place kim seungmin wants to be. you seemed to have no problem taking that spot from him and he absolutely hated you for it. one little problem, you have wanted him since forever.
Cat and mouse for a month | F - @rachalixie
enemies to lovers with kim seungmin but make it ~university flavored~
Even when I close my eye you still bloom beautifully | A - @starlostseungmin
Girls best friend | F - @strayfoxxchan
You came here to adopt a dog and got a boyfriend instead!
Part 1 | Part 2
Home to you | F - @taeminsung
Forever sounds good with you | F - @seungminiuniverse
when life works out in funny ways, blessing you with the sweetest man you could ever dream of
a series of phone calls with increasing time zones, proving that not even distance can break true love | F,SG - @leeknowlore
Mine:) | F - @intrikatie
𝒸𝓊𝓉(𝑒) 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 | S,M - @pearlescynt
He'd been watching you for around a decade now, plotting, planning, making sure everything would be absolutely perfect for the future you two would live together. Together. Forever. Soulmates. Destined by fate, he was sure of it. What better opportunity than now, in the midst of serial killings, to snatch you away. He'd make it look like the killer did it, like you were dead. But you'd be safe. At home. With him. He'd never let anyone harm you, you were pure, kind, his.
Next time | F - @intothemelodramatic
you and Seungmin have always bickered like enemies — until one jealous moment proves he’s been paying more attention to you than anyone realized.
Hound Dog: A Soft Launch Story | F - @keeperofasecretsecret
As you grow closer your post grow bolder
Hurricane | F,A - @skzophreniic
when you're toxic family invites your ex for christmas, your roommate seungmin suggests he go with you as your fake boyfriend. what could go wrong?
...not open up easily. It takes time before anything deep surfaces. They start small. A random thought. A quiet complaint. Something about his day that he didn’t have to share with you but did anyway. You don’t make a big deal out of it, but you hold onto those moments, because not everyone gets to see this side of him. Over time, it settles into something steady, something mutual. He starts coming to you, not just to talk, but to figure things out. Decisions, worries, things he doesn’t quite know how to process on his own. And when you answer, he listens. He knows he’s not the easiest person to read or the most naturally open. But with you, he’s trying. Learning slowly how to say more, how to show more, and how to let someone in without second-guessing it.
“I don’t usually tell these things to anyone else. But it's just…easier with you."
…get shy when the affection starts to get real and obvious. Casual touches? Fine. Hand on your shoulder, sitting close, brushing against you? All natural. Eye contact that lingers too long? Hearing something genuine? Being real about how you make his heart flutter and his stomach twist into knots? That’s where he falters. For all his composure, for all the teasing and quiet confidence he usually carries so easily, he starts to fall apart when it comes to stuff like this. When he feels for you too deeply to simply brush it off. And since he's a man of few words and nervous habits, he doesn't get it right the first time. Or the second. Or the third. But eventually, his hand finds yours. He stays a little longer. Moves a little closer. He’s trying, in his own way, to hold onto something he’s not entirely sure he deserves, but doesn’t want to lose.
"Wait. I'm sorry. I really don’t want to mess this up with you. Please, don't go?"
…show you love in ways you almost miss if you’re not paying attention. He's not a big speech guy or the dramatic confession type. His affection is much more subtle than that. He remembers how you take your coffee and notices when you’re quieter than usual. He fixes things without making a big commotion and pays for whatever you need without being asked. And if you do notice and point it out? He shrugs it off like it’s nothing. It’s not nothing. It's more than you've ever had and better than you've ever been treated before. But Seungmin doesn't ask for recognition or even praise for the things he does. He just wants you to feel loved in whatever way he can make that happen. Since he's not the guy who says it out loud often, he builds it into small, consistent gestures that all add up to communicate how he feels without words.
"Why are you thanking me? This is the bare minimum I should do for you, isn't it?"
…struggle to say what he feels, so he says it in other ways. He won’t say, "I missed you." He’ll say, "You’ve been busy lately." Instead of saying, "I’m worried about you." He’ll say, "Did you eat?" And he doesn't ever directly say, "I like you." He says things like, "Call me when you get home," and, "It's cold, why didn't you bring a jacket?" and "You don't have to ask me, I was already planning on going with you." You learn to translate him pretty quickly. At some point, it stops feeling like guessing and starts feeling obvious, like second nature. A language only the two of you speak. You hear what he means, even when he doesn’t say it right, and he starts to rely on that. And eventually, he starts to say more as he slowly overcomes the fear of being misunderstood.
"It's okay. I was close by anyway," (he wasn't). "Let's go together."
...be consistent in a way that matters more than grand gestures. He shows up on time. Replies without being reminded. Checks in regularly. Even when he’s busy, even when he’s tired, you never question where you stand with him or how he feels about you. Not because he says it all the time, but because he proves it over and over. He never makes you feel like a burden. Never makes you wait. Never makes you guess. Never makes you wonder. He’s steady. Even when he doesn’t have the right words, or when he’s unsure how much affection is too much, or where the line is between caring and holding on too tightly. He stays solid. Reliable. And the longer you’re with him, the more you notice his quiet side is not just shy, but protective. Not in a way that limits you or controls you. He doesn’t tell you what to do or where to go, doesn’t try to shrink your world to keep you contained. No, he walks on the outside of the sidewalk, and keeps track of your surroundings so you don't have to worry. He stays a step closer when something feels off, and grabs your hand in the middle of crowds. He remembers the things that make you uncomfortable and makes sure you don’t have to deal with them alone. He doesn’t hold you back -- he makes it easier for you to move forward. He’s the type to make sure the world is a little safer, a little softer, and a little easier for you to exist in. So you can do everything you want to do. With him right there beside you.
"Do whatever is best for you. I'll be right here, I promise."
After a brutally long and stressful day, Seungmin comes home already on edge and lashes out at Y/N for not replying to his messages. Hurtful words spill out faster than he can stop them, and your attempts to explain only make things worse—until the silence forces everything to the surface.
۶ৎ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬:
Angst, established relationship, argument/fighting, Seungmin says some really mean things he doesn’t fully mean, raised voices, hurt/comfort (but mostly hurt), insecurity, stress projection, mild language, emotional miscommunication, ends on a somewhat hopeful note but no full resolution in this part
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The front door slammed harder than necessary.
You flinched from the kitchen, spatula still in hand, the half-cooked rice hissing softly behind you. Seungmin’s bag hit the floor with a dull thud, followed by the sharp clack of his shoes being kicked off, too aggressively, like they’d personally offended him.
You wiped your hands on a dish towel and stepped toward the hallway. “Hey, welcome home—”
“Where were you?” His voice cut through before you could finish. Low. Tight. Dangerous in a way you rarely heard.
You blinked. “What?”
“I texted you. Six times.” He pulled his phone out like evidence, screen already lit. “You didn’t answer. Not once.”
Your stomach dropped. You glanced toward the living room couch, your phone was there, face-down, silent. You’d put it on Do Not Disturb after the third spam call from your work group chat. You hadn’t even noticed Seungmin’s name pop up.
“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, stepping closer. “My phone was on silent, I had it on DND because—”
“I don’t care.” He laughed once, short and bitter. “You don’t care. That’s the point.”
“Seungmin—”
“Don’t.” He held up a hand, eyes flashing. “Don’t start with excuses. I was losing my fucking mind out there today and the one person who’s supposed to at least pretend they give a shit couldn’t even look at their phone for thirty seconds.”
The words hit like slaps, sharp, stinging, louder than his actual volume.
You tried to keep your voice steady. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I swear. Work was insane today too, I just—”
“Oh, right. Work.” He rolled his eyes, pacing two steps then turning back. “Everything’s always work with you lately. Work, work, work. Meanwhile I’m getting torn apart in meetings, getting screamed at by management, running on three hours of sleep, and the only thing keeping me from completely breaking is thinking maybe when I get home you’ll at least text me back. But nah. Radio silence.”
Your throat tightened. “That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?” He laughed again, colder this time. “You know what’s not fair? Standing in a hallway full of cameras knowing everyone’s waiting for you to crack, and checking your phone every five minutes like some pathetic loser, hoping your girlfriend remembered you exist.”
“Seungmin, stop.” Your voice cracked on his name. “You’re hurting me.”
“Good.” He snapped it before he could catch himself. Then he froze, jaw working like he wanted to take it back but couldn’t find the shape of the words.
Silence stretched, ugly and thick.
You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I didn’t know it was that bad today,” you whispered. “You never told me.”
“I shouldn’t have to beg you to check your phone.”
“I’m not asking you to beg. I’m asking you to talk to me instead of—” You gestured helplessly at the space between you. “—this.”
He dragged both hands through his hair, tugging hard. “I can’t do this right now.”
“Then don’t say things you can’t take back,” you said, quieter than you meant to.
He looked at you then and something flickered behind the anger. Guilt, maybe. Exhaustion. Regret. But it disappeared as fast as it came.
“I’m going to shower,” he muttered, already turning away. “Don’t wait up.”
He walked past you without touching you, without looking back.
The bedroom door clicked shut. Not a slam this time, just a soft, final sound.
You stood in the hallway for a long minute, staring at the spot where he’d been.
The rice was burning.
You turned off the stove, sat on the floor with your back against the cabinets, and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes until the sting dulled into something quieter.
Down the hall, behind the closed door, Seungmin stood under scalding water with his forehead against the tile, letting it burn his shoulders while he tried to breathe around the knot in his chest.
Neither of you slept much that night.
But when the sky started to lighten, he slipped out of bed, walked barefoot to the living room, and found you curled on the couch under the throw blanket, still in the same clothes, phone clutched in your hand like you’d been waiting for him to text first this time.
He stood there a long time.
Then he sank to the floor beside the couch, back against it, head tipped back so he could see the side of your sleeping face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, so quiet the words barely left his mouth.
In this short fanfic, you’re a solo female idol who shares a passionate duet stage with a charismatic male idol (let’s say Enhypen’s Jay, known for his cool stage presence) at a major year-end music show. Your boyfriend Seungmin from Stray Kids watches from the audience, trying to stay composed but growing quietly jealous over the intimate choreography and chemistry. It leads to some sulky, teasing, and ultimately sweet moments backstage as he tries (and fails) to hide his feelings.
۶ৎ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬:
Mild jealousy, sulky/possessive Seungmin (in his signature sarcastic but soft way), established relationship, light fluff, backstage comfort, no explicit content.
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The roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears even after the stage lights dimmed. Your chest heaved from the final pose, back arched, one hand on Jay’s shoulder, faces inches apart as the last note faded into thunderous cheers. The duet had been flawless: sultry vocals weaving together, synchronized movements that left fans screaming about “chemistry.” You’d practiced for weeks, and tonight’s performance at the 2025 MBC Gayo Daejejeon had paid off.
You bowed deeply with Jay, both of you smiling brightly for the cameras, before heading offstage. He gave you a quick side-hug and a “You killed it,” before disappearing toward his group’s waiting area.
You barely had time to catch your breath before you spotted him.
Seungmin stood near the monitor wall in the hallway, arms crossed, expression carefully neutral, like he was analyzing a vocal run instead of watching his girlfriend practically melt into another guy’s arms for three minutes straight.
His eyes flicked to you the second you approached.
“Hey,” you said softly, still buzzing with adrenaline. You reached for his hand.
He let you take it, but his fingers didn’t curl around yours the way they usually did. Instead, they stayed loose. Polite.
“Good job,” he said. Voice flat. Too polite. “The high note was clean. And the choreo… very… coordinated.”
You bit back a smile. There it was, the famous Kim Seungmin passive-aggressive mode.
“You watched the whole thing?” you teased, stepping closer so your shoulder brushed his.
“Hard not to. They had it on every screen backstage.” He tilted his head toward the monitor still replaying fan cams. “You two looked really comfortable.”
There it was. The jab.
You laughed quietly. “It’s just stage acting, baby. You know that.”
“I know.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Doesn’t mean I have to like watching someone else hold your waist like that. Or dip you. Or stare at you like he’s about to—”
He cut himself off, jaw tightening.
You turned to face him fully now, backing him gently against the wall so no staff members passing by could read his expression too clearly.
“Seungminnie,” you murmured, using the nickname you knew made him weak. “Are you jealous?”
He scoffed, looking away. Ears pink. “I’m not jealous. I’m… observing. Professionally. As someone who understands stage presence.”
“Uh-huh.” You slid your hands up to rest on his chest. “So the death glare you were giving the monitor was professional criticism?”
He finally met your eyes again. They were darker than usual, lips pressed into a thin line before he muttered, “He didn’t have to hold you that close during the bridge. There’s personal space even in choreo, you know.”
You couldn’t help it, you grinned.
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t smile like that. It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” you whispered, leaning in until your forehead touched his. “Because you’re cute when you’re trying to act unbothered.”
“I’m not cute. I’m annoyed.” But his hands finally moved, settling on your hips like he was reclaiming territory. “Next time you have a duet, tell them to give you someone less… enthusiastic.”
“Like who? You?” you teased.
He paused. Considered it seriously for a second.
“…Yeah. Actually. Me. I’d do it better anyway.”
You laughed, the sound muffled against his shoulder as you hugged him properly now. He resisted for half a second, pure stubbornness, before his arms wrapped around you tightly, chin resting on top of your head.
“You did amazing,” he admitted quietly, voice softer now. “I was proud. Still am. Just… don’t like sharing the view.”
You pulled back just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth. “The view’s all yours after the show ends. Promise.”
He exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh. “Good. Because I’m not above sabotage. I know people.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” His fingers tightened on your waist. “I have Changbin-hyung on speed dial. He’ll ‘accidentally’ spill coffee on Jay’s in-ears next award show.”
You swatted his arm lightly. “Behave.”
He smirked, the first real one since you’d come offstage. “Only if you give me a private encore later. No other guys allowed.”
“Deal.” You laced your fingers with his properly this time. “Now come on. Let’s get out of here before someone catches us and starts more rumors.”
As you walked down the hall together, his thumb rubbed small circles over your knuckles, a quiet apology and reassurance all in one.
And when you glanced back at him, the jealousy was still there, simmering low in his eyes…
But mostly, he just looked smug. Like he’d already won the only thing that mattered.
In this fanfic, Seungmin returns from a brief absence at a bustling nightclub to find a stranger flirting with you. He handles the situation with a mix of calm possessiveness, witty sarcasm, and protective affection, ultimately turning the moment into a sweet reaffirmation of your relationship.
The pulsing lights of the nightclub painted the room in shades of electric blue and purple, the bass from the speakers vibrating through your chest like a second heartbeat. You and Seungmin had come here to unwind after his grueling schedule with Stray Kids, tour rehearsals, photoshoots, the works. It was rare for him to have a night off, and you’d both been laughing and dancing for hours, his hand never straying far from yours.
But now, he was gone. Just for a minute, he’d said, squeezing your fingers before heading to the bar for another round of drinks. “Don’t miss me too much,” he’d teased with that signature smirk, his eyes sparkling under the strobe lights.
You leaned against the high-top table, sipping the remnants of your cocktail, when a guy materialized out of the crowd. He was tall, with a confident grin that screamed “I do this all the time.” His cologne hit you before his words did, something overpowering and cheap.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he drawled, leaning in a bit too close. “You look like you could use some company. What’s a girl like you doing all alone?”
You shifted uncomfortably, forcing a polite smile. “I’m not alone, actually. My boyfriend’s just getting drinks.”
He chuckled, undeterred, his eyes roaming a little too freely. “Boyfriend, huh? Well, he shouldn’t leave someone like you unattended. Mind if I keep you entertained until he gets back? Maybe we could dance?”
Before you could respond, a familiar voice cut through the noise, smooth and laced with that dry wit you loved so much.
“Entertained? By you?” Seungmin appeared at your side, two drinks in hand, his expression a perfect blend of amusement and something sharper, jealousy, maybe? But he played it cool, sliding one glass toward you with a casual flick of his wrist. His free arm wrapped around your waist possessively, pulling you flush against him. He wasn’t aggressive, but the message was clear: back off.
The guy blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, uh, hey man. I didn’t realize—”
Seungmin tilted his head, his lips curving into a sardonic smile. “Didn’t realize what? That she’s taken? Or that flirting with someone who’s clearly not interested is a waste of everyone’s time?” His tone was light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it, like a hidden blade. He glanced at you, his eyes softening for a split second before turning back to the intruder. “Thanks for the concern, but I’ve got it from here.”
The guy muttered something about “no harm meant” and slunk away into the crowd, his ego visibly deflated.
Seungmin watched him go, then turned to you, his arm still firmly around your waist. “You okay?” he asked, his voice dropping to that gentle timbre reserved just for you. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, leaning into him. “He was just being annoying.”
Seungmin huffed a laugh, but you could see the flicker of protectiveness in his eyes. “Annoying is one word for it. Next time, I won’t leave you alone for even a second.” He pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine, you know that? No random club creep gets to change that.”
You smiled, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. “Jealous, Minnie?”
He rolled his eyes, but his grip tightened playfully. “Me? Jealous? Please. I just have excellent taste, and I don’t like sharing.” Then, softer, “Come on, let’s dance. I want everyone here to know exactly who you’re with.”
As he led you to the dance floor, his hand intertwined with yours, the earlier tension melted away. Under the lights, with the music wrapping around you both, Seungmin’s quiet confidence made you feel safe, cherished, and utterly his.
