chapter twenty-seven (2/2)

When he looked back at Byunghun in confusion, he saw the boy with his head hanging low, hair dripping water. Chanhee found himself watching a drop of water slide down Byunghun's neck, collarbones, followed it down his chest, until it hit Byunghun's waistband and disappeared. He blinked.

Snap!

Byunghun had undone his button. The thud from earlier was his shirt. Chanhee felt his face, ears, and neck heat up at the realization, the sight, and before he knew it his throat had let out a high pitched shout he didn't even know he was capable of.

Byunghun raised his head, eyebrow quirked, "Are you okay Chanhee?"

Chanhee turned around quickly, covering his face with his hands, "D-D-Don't just s-s-st-strip in other people's h-houses! I-I'm going to find some c-c-clothes to fit y-y-you." He choked out, trying to walk away as fast and as natural as he could.

Byunghun caught his wrist, pulling him back into the shorter's chest.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Aren't we gonna shower together?" Byunghun asked, smirking as he slid his hands underneath Chanhee's soaking shirt, placing them on his hips.

"No fucking way, Lee Byunghun!" Chanhee spoke, trying to seem cool, failing when his voice was higher pitched than usual.

Chanhee felt Byunghun chuckle against his back, "B-B-" his breath caught, stopping his words when Byunghun started tugging his shirt off.

Half naked, cold, and still dripping and feeling overly dizzy, Chanhee turned to Byunghun, pointing and glaring, "Touch me in the shower, and our relationship will never even begin!" -gawd chanhee what's your prob if byunghun wanted to shower with me i'd fucking jump at that chance so fast you don't evEN KNOWgod, i'm sorry for all the suckiness. i've been horrible for the last few days. i think i'm dead. i'm sorry.i love you guys. no there is no smut. not yet, anyway. maybe not ever in this story. idk, we'll see.