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Smut
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Requested by mfmegz1985  :)

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  The soft hum of the shower filled the quiet apartment as Seungmin leaned back against the couch, your phone resting innocently on the cushion beside him. He had been scrolling through random videos on his own phone, trying to pass the time while you unwound after your long day. The sight of your phone lighting up with a notification caught his attention, and, without much thought, he reached for it.

  It wasn't like he intended to snoop—he was just curious. Maybe it was a message from a mutual friend or something you forgot to respond to earlier. But as he swiped to unlock the screen, something else entirely caught his eye.

  An open webpage.

  His name.

  And... the words around it.

  At first, he thought he was misreading. But no, as his eyes scanned the screen, it became glaringly obvious. This wasn't some casual mention. It was a fanfic. And not just any fanfic—a smut scene, detailed and graphic, with him in the starring role.

  The longer he read, the more vivid the scene became in his mind. The words painted him as dominant, teasing, and confident—a version of himself he didn't entirely recognize, but one that intrigued him. And the thought of you—his sweet, innocent friend—reading this?

  A smirk tugged at his lips.

  Setting the phone down, he stared at the bathroom door, where the faint sound of water still running confirmed you hadn't caught him.

  So, you liked him like that, huh? And you hadn't said anything?

  His heart raced at the revelation. He had always been drawn to you, had always noticed the way your laugh seemed to light up a room or the way you unconsciously bit your lip when you were nervous. But he had kept his feelings buried, afraid of ruining your friendship.

  Now, though... now, he had an opportunity.

  What if he leaned into it? What if he gave you exactly what you wanted—what you'd been imagining?

  The idea sent a thrill through him, and before he could second-guess himself, he made up his mind.

  By the time you stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in an oversized hoodie and shorts, Seungmin had already set the stage. He was standing in the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter, his gaze sharp and calculating as he watched you pad barefoot across the living room.

  "You're finally done," he said, his voice low and smooth in a way that instantly put you on edge.

  You paused, towel in hand, and frowned at him. "Uh, yeah? You okay?"

   He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I'm fine. Just wondering how long you were going to keep me waiting."

  The comment threw you off. It wasn't like him to speak so... boldly. Normally, he was straightforward, even blunt, but this? This felt like something else entirely.

  "Sorry?" you said, unsure of what he was getting at.

  He pushed off the counter and took a slow step toward you. "Don't apologize. You've had a long day. You deserve to relax."

  Something about his tone made your skin prickle, a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation settling in your stomach. "Seungmin, are you feeling okay?"

  He stopped in front of you, his gaze dropping briefly to your   bare legs before meeting your eyes again. "I'm feeling fine. Better than fine, actually."