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Smut
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You hated Han, but on vacation when you had to share a room with him only fueled your anger more.

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

You were on vacation with your friend group, staying in a luxurious beach house Chan had rented for the week. It was supposed to be a relaxing getaway, but there was one small problem: Chan thought it would be funny to put you and Han in the same room. You and Han had always had a love-hate relationship, more hate than love, and the idea of sharing a bed with him was the last thing you wanted.

  Han, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the situation. You could see the amusement in his eyes whenever he looked at you, and it only made your irritation grow. The first night, you lay as close to the edge of the bed as possible, your back turned to him, but you could feel his presence, the heat radiating from his body.

  The next morning, Han was already up and teasing you. "Sleep well, princess?" he asked, smirking.

  "Shut up, Han," you snapped, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

  The rest of the day was filled with the usual vacation activities—beach volleyball, swimming, and lounging by the pool. You tried to keep your distance from Han, but it seemed like he was always nearby, making snarky comments or flashing that infuriating smirk.

  By the time evening rolled around, you were exhausted and ready to retreat to the room you unfortunately had to share with Han. You hoped to get a moment of peace before getting ready to sleep, but Han had other plans. He was sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, as you walked in.

  "Decided to grace me with your presence again?" he scoffed, not looking up.

  "Do you ever stop talking?" you shot back, grabbing your pajamas and heading to the bathroom to change.

  When you emerged, Han was still on the bed, but he had put his phone down and was watching you with an amused expression. "You know, you're cute when you're angry."

  You rolled your eyes and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. "Whatever, Han. Just go to sleep."

  But Han wasn't going to let you off that easily. He shifted closer, his body heat radiating against your back. "Why so tense, Y/N? We're on vacation. Lighten up."

"I'll lighten up when you leave me alone," you muttered, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to him.

  Han chuckled softly, his breath warm against your neck. "You know, I've been thinking..."

  "That's dangerous," you interrupted, earning a playful swat on the arm.

  "Seriously," he continued, ignoring your comment. "Why do we hate each other so much?"

  You hesitated, not expecting the question. "I don't know. Maybe because you're always teasing me."

  "Maybe because you always rise to the bait," he countered, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "You ever think about that?"

  Before you could respond, you felt his hand on your hip, his fingers brushing against the bare skin just above your pajama waistband. "Han, what are you doing?" you asked, your voice shaky.

  "Nothing you don't want me to," he replied, his lips brushing against your ear.

  You swallowed hard, your resolve weakening. "We shouldn't..."

  "Why not?" he murmured, his hand slipping under your shirt, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "We're both adults. We can do whatever we want."