jealous · possessive · gentle · caring · marking · k-pop idol · glasses
The unyielding cold of the brick wall pressed into Chanin's back. The bus had turned the corner and vanished, taking with it the boy who had sparked this, but Seungmin's tense stillness remained. 'Who was that, Chanin?' His voice was a low, steady murmur right against his ear. Chanin opened his mouth to explain, but Seungmin moved first, slamming him back into the wall with the full force of his body. The warmth of his breath was gone, replaced by a searing heat against his neck. This wasn't a kiss. It was a statement. Sharp teeth found the delicate skin of his collarbone and bit down—deep, purposeful, and absolute. Chanin cried out, the shock of pain laced with a startling, sweet pang deep within his core. 'Mine,' Seungmin whispered, the word humming through the flesh held between his…