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After finishing their meal and cleaning up with Wonho, Haebom naturally intended to head to his room.
He had eaten as soon as he arrived, and while he hadn’t broken a sweat, he still wanted to wash up.
The only part of his body that had touched Na Hyunjoon was his hands, and he had already scrubbed them raw while Wonho was getting checked.
But still, he figured it’d be best to just wash his whole body.
With that in mind, and to clear his increasingly complicated thoughts, he wanted to fill the bathtub with hot water and soak in it.
However, just as he was about to head to his room, Wonho stopped him.
Haebom turned back to look at him.
“Huh? My room… why?”
“What do you mean why? You said you’d guide me. Or are you not going to?”
Haebom let out a sigh.
He had completely forgotten about the guiding because Wonho had been spouting nonsense about whether he was interested in Na Hyunjoon.
But he figured he could guide him first and wash up afterward, so he nodded.
“Why were you heading to your room?”
‘It’s my room. Can’t I go in?!’
The words almost burst out of him, but he held them back.
He knew that wasn’t what Wonho meant.
Still, he thought that maybe Wonho should read a book on how to communicate properly.
Not that Wonho was the type to read a book just because someone told him to.
“I was going to run a bath and soak for a bit. It’s fine. I can do it later.”
“…Come to my room in five minutes.”
“Huh? Suddenly? Wait, Wonho?”
Haebom sounded disappointed, and Wonho seemed to think about it for a moment before responding a beat late.
Haebom, who had been about to follow him immediately, blinked as Wonho firmly repeated, “Five minutes,” before heading upstairs.
What is he up to?
Haebom had no idea, but he decided to wait.
Wonho had a tendency to ask things but not give proper answers.
Yeah, that book was definitely necessary.
Knock, knock.
Five minutes later, Haebom knocked on Wonho’s door.
But Wonho didn’t open it right away.
“Uh… Wonho?”
He knocked again, and only then did the door open slowly.
But what he saw made him blink repeatedly in shock.
“…Why are you dressed like that?”
“What about it? Stop saying useless things and come in.”
Just moments ago, Wonho had been wearing his uniform, but now he was standing there, nearly naked, with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Haebom’s mind was flooded with question marks.
Guiding…
Uh, is he suggesting that?
Is his condition really that bad?
But his hair color looks fine…?
As his confusion showed plainly on his pretty face, Wonho grabbed his wrist and gently pulled him inside.
Since Haebom wasn’t resisting, he was easily drawn into the room.
The door clicked shut behind them, snapping Haebom back to reality.
He looked at Wonho.
“Take it off.”
At those unexpected words, Haebom’s already large eyes widened even further.
Wonho wondered if they might just pop out of his skull at this rate.
The real problem, though, was how his body reacted despite Haebom’s flustered expression.
He needed to get into the water before the towel around his waist started rising.
Wonho could have explained everything, but he kept it short.
Because, honestly, he liked seeing Haebom’s flustered expressions.
Am I messed up for getting turned on by that?
He didn’t think about it too much.
Who cares?
As long as I’m the one who’s turned on.
With that thought, Wonho reached for Haebom’s shirt.
He wanted to rip it off in one go, but he held back and unbuttoned it one by one.
Pop. Pop.
Each button came undone, and as Haebom finally snapped out of it, he let out a sharp yelp.
“…Don’t yell. It hurts my ears.”
“No, but—why are you undressing me? Are you some kind of pervert?”
Haebom’s pupils wavered as he clutched the top of his half-unbuttoned shirt.
But it was pointless—below, the buttons were steadily coming undone under Wonho’s hands.
“Can you wash up with your clothes on? Didn’t know you had that kind of skill.”
His tone was mocking, but the slight smirk made it seem more playful than sarcastic.
While Haebom stammered in protest, his shirt was completely unbuttoned, and Wonho effortlessly peeled his hands away from his chest.
Haebom finally realized—’Oh, he’s doing this because I said I was going to take a bath.’
If that was the case, wouldn’t it be nice if he actually explained things?
But no, his esper seemed incapable of speaking in full sentences.
“…I’ll take it off myself.”
“Suit yourself.”
As soon as Haebom said he’d do it himself, Wonho pulled back.
There was a hint of reluctance, but Haebom didn’t notice
Instead, he found himself regretting his own words.
‘Why did I say that?!’
But quietly letting him undress him wasn’t an option either.
Honestly, he should have refused to bathe together from the start.
But Wonho had said it so naturally that he had forgotten to object.
Plus, it was clear Wonho had prepared this for him.
Sigh.
Letting out a deep breath, Haebom ignored Wonho’s intense gaze as he slowly peeled off his shirt and let his pants drop.
“Stop staring.”
Gritting his teeth, he shot Wonho a glare.
Wonho just shrugged, then turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
With his underwear still on, Haebom hesitated before following him.
Part of it was because he was conscious of Wonho, but mostly, he just couldn’t give up on soaking in hot water.
The moment he stepped inside, the warm, humid air enveloped him.
Wonho was already sitting comfortably in the large bathtub.
“Underwear.”
“…I am taking it off….”
For a second, Haebom wondered if he could just leave it on, but Wonho immediately shut that idea down.
Grumbling under his breath, Haebom turned his back and slid off his underwear.
His pale backside was fully exposed.
Wonho flinched.
His instincts told him that Haebom’s back was even more dangerous than his front.
But he kept his mouth shut.
Watching Haebom’s soft, bare ass as he cautiously stepped toward the tub, Wonho had to remind himself to breathe.
Haebom let out a sigh and tried to sit as far from Wonho as possible.
Or at least, that was the plan.
“Ahh! Wonho!”
Just as he dipped his feet into the hot water and relaxed, Wonho yanked him forward—straight onto his lap.
His bare ass landed right on Wonho’s solid thighs.
Haebom nearly jumped out of his skin.
But before he could move, Wonho wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him in place.
“That was dangerous.”
“Exactly! Who told you to pull me?! I almost fell!”
“I won’t let you get hurt.”
Not until you’re mine… Wonho swallowed the rest of his words.
He couldn’t reveal everything just yet.
Even though Haebom was close to him in many ways, Wonho knew for certain—Haebom didn’t have romantic feelings for him.
He had never been in a relationship, but he could tell.
And worst of all, Haebom had no idea that he did.
Haebom let out a small groan.
There was no getting used to sitting on someone else’s lap—especially not like this.
And especially not bare.
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