Jihoon was positive that he was as nervous as Taeil (if not more so), the two of them seated on the edge of his bed, awkward even as their lips met and moved against one another.

He knew, because this was Taeil’s first… time, and not his… that he would have to be the one guiding, and being the ‘knowledgeable experienced one’—but he could barely even remember his first time and he knew it hadn’t been anything special, not like this, and he didn’t want to mess it up.

When they pulled back and looked at each other, silently agreeing it was time for the next step, though, he was glad that this was how it was now.