The laundry basket has dropped. Right out of his hands. Donghae's mouth is open. In complete shock. Anger. Disgust.

"Are you ing serious?"

That's even more shocking. The fact that Hyukjae... seems surprised. At his reaction. He gives Donghae raised eyebrows. In the mirror. Then poutily fixes his honeyblond bangs.

He's not even clothed. Why's he fixing his hair?

"Hyukjae! Talk to me!"

"Babe," Hyukjae says. Calmly. "Please pick up the clothes, fold them, and put them away nicely, okay?"

Donghae swears. Bends down. Shoves the clothes. Back into the basket. Slams it on the bed. Socks and towels fly out. He steps to Hyukjae. Turns him around from the mirror.

"Hyukjae, does Woohyuk know? Have you told him? How did this guy even sign up -- and why for your class?"

"What?" Hyukjae blinks like he's confused. "Oh, you mean the new student?"

"Yes! What else?"

"Why are you shouting?" Hyukjae mumbles. He pushes Donghae gently. Steps around him. "I'm going to work and you're shouting and swearing. I won't see you for hours and I'll miss you. How can you be mean like that, Hae?"

Oh, he cannot be serious. Donghae bites his lip. Waits. Hyukjae's going through the basket. The load from the dryer. He pulls out a white hoodie.

"Here it is!" Hyukjae slips on the massive hoodie. It has some rabbit on it. He turns to Donghae. Smiles happily. "What do you think? Shorts? Pink shorts? Blue?"

Okay, yes. It's adorable. Hyukjae's so pretty. He's not even wearing pants. So that's hot. But Donghae's too upset right now. He can't do this.

"Honeybun," Donghae says. Steps to him again. Holds his waist. Kisses him softly. His heart aches. "Baby. Listen. You have to tell Woohyuk. Please. You have to get him out of your class. This is not okay and he needs to be kicked out and banned from ever--"

"No." Hyukjae now looks at him. Properly. "Donghae, that's ridiculous. He signed up, he paid, he comes to all classes, and he participates. There is no reason to do that."

"But honeybun," Donghae says. Pleads.

"Hae, baby," Hyukjae says. Gently. He cups his face. Kisses him sweetly. "He hasn't done anything wrong. What he feels is not my problem, okay? Now, please let this go. I told you because I didn't want it to be a big deal, so don't make it one."

Hyukjae kisses him again. Longer. More tenderly. He smiles. his cheeks. Slips away. Goes into the closet.

Donghae crosses his arms. Presses his lips shut. He wants to whine. Protest. Then go to the dance school. Meet this ing idiot. Give him a necessary talk. Force him away from Hyukjae.

"Oh, Hae!" Hyukjae says. Brightly. He comes out holding shorts. "Can I wear these?"

"Sure."

His husband giggles. Puts on the black shorts. Checks himself out in the mirror.

"Okay!" Hyukjae says. "I like this. It's cute, right