The room was dimly lit as the lamp on the bedside table is the only one on. It could have been perfectly serene if not for the occasional heavy sighs and ragged breathing gracing the room.

Ha…hah…haah…

Sweat trailed down from his forehead as his hand reached for its target. Air. Air. Air. Then finally, the fabric. It took forever before his fingers brushed the cloth. For some reason, his body couldn’t stop minor tremors from attacking it. 

Ha…hah…haah…

He was in a dilemma. He wanted to see but he couldn’t. He wanted to feel but he shouldn’t.

Sigh…

His hands are already on their positions. His mind is on set. His eyes are shut. 1, 2, 3…

Damn!!! It was supposed to go in one move! Why did he forget to consider that there was an obstacle?

!

Donghae opened his eyes, only to force them shut again as the sight in front of him could be the height of the sweet torture he’s in. He moved his hands again, carefully and slowly this time. He imagined himself the one lying on the bed, picturing the steps to do to complete the task at hand without failing. And…success! He finally got rid of Eunhyuk’s boxers!

Phew…

Come on Donghae…just a peek…

Just do what you have to do.

He’ll never know…go ahead…

Snap out of it!

You know you want to…

Grab the clean boxers! Now!

You’re such a kitty…

Stop this ersion.

A battle between good and evil. Tsk. Who will win?

His usual good side tells him to just proceed with what he was doing. He was able to change Eunhyuk’s shirt, amidst the semi-hardened s and tempting muscles and abs on a milky complexion. He did it. He could do this too. Just put the clean boxers on, followed by a pair o