Kibum exhales and inhales sharply as hot water flows down his back. One hand is placed on the titled wall of their cramped shower and the other is wrapped around his . 

At a steady rhythm, he’s finally ridding himself of days worth of collected . And with eyes closed, he’s immersed in the picture his mind paints. A picture of his best friend, sprawled out on white sheets, beautifully becoming undone right in front of him. As his hands grip his slender legs he can’t help but wonder what they would feel like under his touch. Similarly, he examines his wrecked expression and slightly gaping mouth and wonders what his voice would sound like his name.

Kibum has to bite his lips so as not to make a sound. And he’s thankful, for it prevents him from accidentally allowing his best friend’s name to slip out by chance just in time as someone chooses that exact moment to enter the small room without a care in the world. 

Kibum feels as if the water raining over his back turns ice cold. 

“Taemin?”

“Yeah, it’s me hyung, not an intruder, don’t worry. I just need to grab my deodorant.” 

With his hand still having a firm grip on his rock-hard , Kibum emits a heavy sigh and counts himself lucky they have a proper shower curtain to keep him out of sight. 

“And you couldn’t ing wait until I’m done?” 

“I’m already late to practice. Jeez, why are you so uptight? Are you or something?” 

Kibum’s already scarlet cheeks burn in embarrassment. “What? No!” 

“It’s not a big deal, hyung. I do it all the ti—“

“Damn it, Taemin, will you just get out!?”

After scrambling to grab hold of something Taemin thankfully does as told with haste steps. But even as the door closes with a light thud Kibum can’t relax. His forehead hits the wall of the shower as he emits a long sigh and allows shame to wash over him in conjunction with the streaming water. 

Overwhelmed by a series of improper thoughts and fantasies, he doesn’t know what to be most ashamed of. Perhaps, the fact that this is not the first time he’s getting off at the thought of his annoying— but also insanely hot— friend. 

Although Kibum can’t pinpoint the exact moment his perception of Taemin changed, he knows that since they visited the club a little more than a week prior, he hasn’t been able to get him off his mind. Living under the same roof and spending their days together preparing for their routine isn’t helping, but only adds fuel to the already burning fire. 

At first, he holds onto the idea that it’s a brief desire, deriving f