The bath water is still dripping down the side of the tub. Soap suds coat the floor. Baekhyun counts at least four towels soaked and lying heaped in the corner. And Sehun stands in the middle of the mess, stray bubbles resting idly in his hair and sticking on his skin, sweatpants rolled up to his knees, shirt spotted with damp patches, not looking even the slightest bit apologetic. 

"It's not my fault I need constant attention," he says easily.

Baekhyun is struck with two realizations: one, that today could very well be the day he finally kills Sehun, and two, that he kind of wants to kiss the bubbles off of the younger boy's cheek.

"No, it kind of is," he says instead.

so this is my first ever fanfic on here - basically spawned from my undying love for sebaek and all their unneccesary touching as of late. let me know what you guys think!! :)