Yoochun looked at the reflection in the mirror, the sweat dripping from his forehead and his red mouth open a little air into his lungs. He was breathless, the rehearsal was hard and he was very tired.

Changmin went into the locker room, stripping off his shirt. He looked surprised to find Yoochun semi , looking in the mirror. “Hyung, you’re out of breath?”

Changmin was concerned about Yoochun's health because of his asthma, but Yoochun hated be the target of concern. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“You don’t look well,” murmured the maknae approaching.

Noting that Changmin’s y body and perfect his abdominal muscles, Yoochun was losing breath again.

“You’re really good, hyung?” Said Changmin approaching deliberately slow, seductive like a panther.

Yoochun confirmed with a nod, his eyes fixed on youngest's abdomen.

“You seem so out of breath …” Changmin mumbled too close now.

“And, I’m fine …” Yoochun whispered, air fading of the chest.

“I’ll prove you breathless hyung.” Changmin whispered, holding his chin, kissing him intensely, their tongues touching voraciously.

Yoochun staggered back. He looked at Changmin with a surprised look and full of desire. Yoochun held the little breath he had left unconsciously.

Changmin laughed and said, ‘I said hyung, you forgot to breathe?’”