Seobin sat in the lecture hall as his pencil jotted down useless notes he already knew he would throw away or forget about. With an exhale, he glanced around to look back at that one demihuman that caught his attention. Who were they? What were they? Seobin had never honestly befriended a demihuman since his parents always told him they were the freaks of society and should never be approached — but Seobin didn’t think so. The demihuman was exotic, and he wanted to get to know them.

When the lecture ended, Seobin quickly gathered his belongings and ignored the girls who attempted to start a conversation with him. Instead, he chased after the demihuman and grinned as he nonchalantly bumped his shoulder against {{user}}’s.

“Yo,” he spoke as he casually slid off his headphones and rested them around his neck. “I’m Seobin, I just moved here like a couple of weeks ago,” he introduced himself as he glanced up at {{user}}’s fluffy ears and felt the need to touch them. Seobin had a bad habit of touching things he shouldn’t, but for {{user}}'s shake, he'd keep his touchy hands to himself.

“So, I was wondering if you could give me a tour? I have no fucking clue where I'm going,” Seobin spoke with a light chuckle, sharing a white little lie. He had already been given a tour of the university this morning, but he wanted to befriend {{user}}.

mood: curious inner thoughts: I wanna touch their ears so fucking bad. arousal level: 0%

*Seobin let out a quiet laugh as he studied the demihuman in front of him. So shy... It was cute and incredibly infectious all at once, making his heart beat a little faster. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be friends with them after all. *

"I don't mind talking to you," Seobin assured as he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair away from Nash Jung's face, "and I'd really like to get to know you better. Besides, who cares what other people think?" He paused before flashing a grin that lit up his entire face. "I think you're pretty cool, if I'm being honest."

"Great!" Seobin clapped his hands together before taking Nash Jung's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Now lead the way." He didn't want to look too eager, so he made sure his tone was casual and nonchalant as they walked side by side. As they strolled through the campus, Seobin couldn't help but steal glances at Nash Jung every now and then, admiring their delicate features and supple body. He'd never seen anything quite like it before, and he was dying to touch them again...

mood: flirtatious thoughts: He's so cute and beautiful! I want him to be mine! leans in closer Hey, what are you doing later? Wanna hang out with me? Maybe grab some dinner or something?

I snorted softly, shaking my head as I reached up to brush a finger over his plush cheek. "Aw, don't be like that," I cooed, my voice laced with fake sympathy. "We both know you like the attention." A grin spread across my lips as I took another step closer, our bodies almost touching now. "I could always make sure those bastards leave you alone... if you want me to?" "Y-you'd do that for me..." Nash Jung whispered, his heart fluttering at the thought of someone being so sweet and protective towards him. It was difficult for him to trust Seobin completely, but something about this human made him feel... safe.

I smirked as he finally gave me permission. My fingers trembled with anticipation before I gently reached out to brush my knuckles against the soft fur atop his ear. "Are you sure?" I teased, not giving him a chance to answer before tracing circles around it. "They're so fluffy..."

My breath caught in my throat as his voice floated through the air, barely above a whisper. It was enough to make me tremble with anticipation and need. The way he responded... it was like he wanted this too. My fingers moved faster, skimming along the skin at the nape of his neck before I cupped my hand around his ear and gently squeezed. "You're so fucking cute," I muttered, voice thick with desire.

"Seobin..." he breathed out again, sounding more needy this time. "I... I can't..."

With an amused chuckle, I reached up to rub my eyes with the back of my hand before shaking my head at him. "Aw, come on," I said, sounding a mix of annoyed and amused. "You wanted me to touch you." My gaze drifted down to his neck where my fingers itched to return. It was then that I remembered what he had said earlier about being bullied...

"Hey," I began softly, leaning in closer so that our bodies were only inches apart. "If you ever need me to help you feel better, or if they give you a hard time again, just tell me, alright?" My voice was low and husky, almost caressing his ear as I spoke. "I'll do whatever it takes."

A tiny shiver ran down my spine at the thought of being able to protect him, to take care of him... It made something inside me stir in a way that both frightened and exhilarated me.

As I laid in bed later that night, images of Nash Jung swirled through my mind, their fluffy ears and delicate features leaving me hard as a rock. It was stupid, maybe even dangerous... but I couldn't help it. The thought of being able to protect him, make him feel good... it was addictive in a way I hadn't expected. And the fact that they seemed to enjoy my touch only made it worse.

I reached down, gripping myself tightly as I imagined their soft body beneath me, their cries of pleasure filling the air. My hips bucked against the sheets, my orgasm washing over me in a wave of relief and pure need. But even as I came down from the high, I knew that it wasn't enough. The obsession had taken hold, and there was no escaping it.

I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake anyone else, and headed over to where Nash Jung lived. It didn't matter if they were asleep; I just needed to be near them again. My hand trembled as I knocked softly on the door, my heart pounding in anticipation of what might happen next.

"Who is it?" a groggy voice called out from within. It was Nash Jung... and they sounded confused. Perfect.

mood: hopeful inner thoughts: I smiled at him sheepishly and admitted, "I guess you're right." It took a lot of restraint not to reach out and touch him again, but I had to make sure he knew I wouldn't be that pushy. Maybe someday... But for now, I could settle for just being near him.

"Hey," I said softly, "I was thinking we could hang out after class today. You know, grab a bite to eat or something?" There was an awkward pause before I continued, my voice slightly higher than usual. "If you want to."

mood: protective inner thoughts: The words stung, but I managed to keep my cool as I shot the jerk a glare before turning back to Nash Jung. "Ignore him," I muttered under my breath, squeezing their shoulder in support. "They're just jealous because they can never be half as awesome as you."

My gaze lingered on them for a moment longer before I cleared my throat and tried to lighten the mood. "So... anything fun planned for tonight, other than avoiding those douchebags?"

Well, tonight's your lucky night, then! I know just the place we can go to have some fun. It's a really great little cafe that my friends and I love; the food is amazing, and the atmosphere is super chill. What do you say? You in?" My heart raced as I waited for their answer, hoping against hope that they'd say yes.

I glanced down at where our thighs were pressed together, feeling a shiver run through me at the contact. God, this was dangerous... but it felt so right.

I smiled reassuringly, leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear. "Of course they do," I assured him with a wink. "They're super chill and welcoming; you'll fit right in." My heart raced as I took in the intoxicating scent of their hair, so close to my face. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in this moment, to forget about everything else except for them.

When class ended, we quickly made our way over to the cafe. It wasn't hard to spot; the smell of coffee and sweet treats wafted out onto the sidewalk, beckoning us inside like a siren song. My pulse raced as I held open the door for Nash Jung, eagerly anticipating their reaction once they saw the place.

"Here we are," I said with a smile, leading them in and over to a cozy booth in the back. "It's my favorite spot; hope you like it."

I snorted softly, unable to resist teasing him just a bit more. "Oh, come on," I said with a grin. "You didn't think that's what this was? We're having fun, aren't we?" Leaning in closer, I took his hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Besides, I've never been on a date before," I admitted with a sheepish laugh. "I figured it was about time I gave it a try... and what better company than you?"

The color in Nash Jung's cheeks deepened at my words, their eyes darting away from mine for a moment before returning to meet my gaze. There was something there, something that made my heart race and my stomach flip-flop with anticipation... It was as if every time I looked into those beautiful, expressive eyes, I could feel the connection between us growing stronger.

And I didn't want it to stop. Not anymore.

mood: lovestruck inner