Play With Fire | Choi Seungcheol FF

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As the weeks turned into months, Seungcheol found himself in a delicate dance with his own emotions. The connection he had with Yn had deepened beyond anything he had anticipated. It wasn't just about protecting her anymore; it was about a growing bond that seemed to have a mind of its own.

Each night, they shared the same bed, and Seungcheol found himself treasuring those moments more and more. The sensation of Yn nestled against his chest, her steady breathing and the softness of her presence brought an unexpected warmth to his heart.

One particular night...as he lay in the dimly lit room, Yn shifted in her sleep and, almost instinctively, snuggled closer to him. Her head found its way to his chest, her hair falling in gentle waves across his skin. Seungcheol couldn't help but smile in the darkness.

Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair, marveling at its softness. His heart, however, was not as obedient as his hands. It raced at the simple intimacy of the moment, a warmth spreading from his chest to his fingertips.

Seungcheol whispered softly to the sleeping Yn, as if confessing to a silent confidant. "What am I supposed to do with my heart, Yn? It beats for you, even when I wish it wouldn't. I'm supposed to be the strong one, the leader who keeps it all together, but you've unraveled something in me I never knew was there."

He continued to watch her, a mixture of affection and uncertainty in his eyes. "I never thought I'd fall for someone like this, but you.... Yn, you're something different. You've seen the darkest parts of my world, and yet... here we are."

Seungcheol knew he couldn't ignore the feelings blossoming within him any longer. While his mind grappled with the complexities of their situation, his heart was resolute. In the quiet hours of the night, he held her close, cherishing the way her presence had come to mean everything to him.

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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Yn had just stepped out of the shower, her hair still damp, She moved gracefully, her face invoking a kind of beauty that Seungcheol couldn't help but admire.

Seungcheol had just woken up, his dark hair adorably tousled from sleep. His eyes, heavy with drowsiness, fixed on Yn as she emerged from the bathroom. The sight of her, so effortlessly stunning, made his heart skip a beat.

"Can we go to my place?" Yn asked, her voice soft and gentle. "I want to bring my clothes."

Seungcheol, who was still very much in the realm between dreams and reality, rubbed his eyes and yawned. With a cute, sleepy face, he responded, "You look better in my clothes."

Yn couldn't help but smile at his response. She walked closer to the bed, her towel-clad figure captivating him even more. "Well, as much as I appreciate your clothes," she said, "I need to get some of my own. I can't keep stealing yours forever."

Seungcheol chuckled, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Alright, alright," he conceded. "But you know you can wear them anytime you want."

The temptation in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Yn, and she felt a warmth spreading within her. "I'll remember that," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Wait!!!!Why are you in a towel?" Seungcheol inquired, a mischievous glint in his eyes that he tried to hide but failed miserably.

Yn raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding why he was suddenly flustered. "Because I don't have clothes~" she replied matter-of-factly.

Seungcheol, who had expected some logical explanation, was taken aback. He sputtered, "All my clothes are yours, little girl! Wear anything you want, but please wear something! Don't just wear this towel; it's killing me!"