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⋆ 🦢 too touchy ; k.sm

Smut
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You bet that Seungmin couldn't go a week without physical touch.

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

You lay in bed next to Seungmin. His arm was draped over your waist, fingers brushing lightly against your skin in the most innocent way, but you could feel the way his body pressed against yours. Seungmin was always like this—cuddly and touchy, especially when it was just the two of you, alone in the dark, the rest of the world shut out.

You turned your head slightly, looking up at him, and caught the faint smile playing on his lips. He was fully aware of what he was doing. He always knew. He was shameless when it came to being touchy with you, and honestly, you weren't complaining. You loved the way his hands would find you, the way his fingers traced the lines of your body as if he couldn't bear to be apart from you. You craved it, honestly—his touch was intoxicating.

But tonight, you had an idea.

"You know," you started, shifting slightly in his hold so that you were facing him more fully, "I bet you couldn't go a week without touching me."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh? Is that what you think?"

You nodded confidently, biting your lip to suppress a grin. "Yeah, I mean, look at you. You're always touching me. I bet you couldn't go a week without it."

His smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. "A week? That's nothing." He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispered, "I could do it without breaking a sweat."

You let out a soft laugh, though your heart raced at the idea. The thought of him not touching you for a whole week felt both thrilling and torturous. But you were competitive, and if there was one thing you knew, it was how to push Seungmin's buttons.

"Okay, let's make it interesting," you challenged, propping yourself up on one elbow. "If I win, I get bragging rights. I'll rub it in your face forever that I beat you."

Seungmin's eyes sparkled with mischief as he considered your words. "Bragging rights, huh? That's all?"

You hesitated, knowing full well that Seungmin had a way of turning the tables on you. "Yeah. Unless you have a better idea?"

He leaned back, his hand slipping away from your waist as he crossed his arms behind his head, the picture of cocky confidence. "If you lose," he said, his voice low and smooth, "I get to do whatever I want with you for the next week."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, heat flooding your cheeks. You knew exactly what he meant, and the thought of giving him complete control for an entire week sent a thrill through your body. But you weren't about to let him see that.

"Deal," you said, sticking your hand out toward him. "No touching for a week. Let's see if you can actually handle it."

Seungmin chuckled, shaking your hand firmly before pulling away. "You're going to regret this."

The first day was easy enough. Seungmin kept his distance, though you could tell he was enjoying the challenge. He would sit next to you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, but he didn't touch you. Not once.

But by the third day, the tension was starting to get to you. He wasn't making it any easier, either. Seungmin had this way of doing things that drove you crazy—things he knew would get under your skin. Like the way he'd run his hand through his hair, messing it up just enough to look effortlessly sexy, or the way he'd stretch, his shirt lifting to reveal just a glimpse of his toned stomach. He knew exactly what he was doing.