Youngjae wakes sometime in the evening to the sound of running water. His bedroom is dark, barely illuminated enough to see the outline of a sleeping Jinyoung beside him. He smiles around his yawn, giggling softly as Jinyoung snuffles in his sleep and curls closer to Youngjae’s body, arm wrapped tight around his waist. “Yah Jinyoungie,” he whines softly, to himself, “you’re so clingy when you’re asleep, you know that?” (What he can see though, is the shock of Coco’s white fur smushed almost as close to his face as possible. Practically nuzzled over. That girl... )

It’s then that he notices his bedroom door opened, and Youngjae tilts his head. Thought I closed that, he squints in confusion, before breathing out a cheeky sigh as he registers the running water yet again. Jaebum-hyung is back .

Carefully, he peels Jinyoung’s arm away from his body (regretfully, his boyfriend is so warm) and places his feet on the chilled floor. With a stretch and a yawn, Youngjae rises to his feet, scooping Coco into his arms easily. The Maltese lets out a content yap, nibbling at Youngjae’s fingers lightly. “Aah, Coco-yah, stop biting,” he whines, sliding out of his bedroom.

The rest of the dorm is quiet, and Youngjae catches sight of Jaebum’s things scattered on top of their pathetically small dining table. He smiles again, humming as he makes his way down the hallway.

But just as he reaches the end of the hallway, the bathroom door opens and out walks the man himself, Mr. Im Jaebum. And oh , that’s not it. Out walks Im Jaebum with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair swept back from his forehead and the steam from the hot bathroom curling around him like… Youngjae’s brain promptly stops working then (as well as his goddamn limbs , apparently), and Coco falls to the ground with a startled bark.

“Oh my god ,” Youngjae squeaks, “C-Coco-yah, I’m sorry baby!”. His cheeks burn as he stares between Coco and her betrayed expression and Jaebum’s distractingly almost - body.

“Like what you see?” Jaebum snickers, adjusting the towel around his waist. Youngjae curls up on the ground, slapping his hands over his eyes in embarrassment.

(Jaebum  looks devilishly good, staring at him with that dumb, hot smirk while looking like that. What a .)