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Smut
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You never thought you'd see your ex, Seungmin, at your doorstep months after your breakup.
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  The knock on your door was loud enough to make you pause, hand frozen in midair as you reached for your skincare products. It was late, and the last person you expected to see standing at your doorstep was Seungmin. Especially at this hour.
  You swallowed hard as you glanced at the door, your pulse quickening. It had been months since your breakup, but the tension between you two had never gone away. In fact, it only seemed to grow worse with time, especially since you still had the same group of friends. Every time you were forced to be in the same room as him, the air would thicken with unspoken words and unresolved desire. And now, here he was—at your apartment, of all places.
  Opening the door, you were greeted by Seungmin's dark eyes scanning you from head to toe. You were in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and shorts, clearly in the middle of getting ready for bed. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
  "You going to invite me in, or are you just going to stare?" he asked, voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone.
  You rolled your eyes, annoyed by how easily he got under your skin. "What are you doing here, Seungmin? It's late."
  "Does it matter?" he shot back, stepping forward as if the door being open was all the invitation he needed. He brushed past you, entering your apartment without hesitation.
  You closed the door behind him, already regretting letting him inside. "I was about to go to bed," you muttered, trying to sound indifferent.
  Seungmin raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder at you. "In that?" His eyes flicked over your t-shirt again, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Didn't think you'd dress like this when you were expecting company."
  "I wasn't expecting company," you shot back, crossing your arms defensively as you leaned against the counter. "What do you want, Seungmin?"
  He shrugged, walking over to your couch and casually sitting down like he owned the place. "Just wanted to talk. We didn't exactly get much time the other day, did we?"
  You knew what he was referring to. The last time you'd been in the same room was at a friend's party, and Seungmin had spent the whole night making sarcastic comments under his breath. You had ignored him as best you could, but the sexual tension had been impossible to ignore. Especially when his eyes followed you everywhere.
  "Talk about what?" you asked, leaning against the kitchen counter as you tried to keep your distance. You didn't trust yourself around him, not after everything that had happened. Seungmin had this way of knowing exactly how to push your buttons, and worse, he knew you still wanted him—no matter how hard you tried to hide it.
  Seungmin stretched out on the couch, crossing his legs as he eyed you from across the room. "About that guy you were with the other day. You know, the one you were all smiles with."
  Your stomach twisted at the mention of your friend. You hadn't been with anyone, but Seungmin had clearly noticed you talking to him, and now he was using it to mess with you. "He's just a friend," you replied flatly, trying to keep your voice steady.
  Seungmin's smirk deepened, and he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "A friend, huh? Funny, because from where I was standing, it looked like he was trying to be more than just a friend."
  "He wasn't," you snapped, feeling a flicker of frustration rise in your chest. You hated how easily he could rile you up. "Why do you care anyway? It's not like we're together anymore."