Chapter 2: Blurry

Andy gasped when the man turned around and the blanket around him sweltered a bit, fortunately covering the private area but showing the two delicious – that was not what Andy was thinking right now – hipbones. The man leaned onto his arm and looked at Andy, processing the face.

“Oh…you’re the celebrity.” He mumbled and sat up, stretching his long and strong arms that had embraced Andy and—No no! Andy would not recall the night any further.

“Who are you!?” Andy finally wasn’t too disabled to ask.

“Junjin.” The man replied and moved on the bed, the blanket now totally off his body.

Andy felt his cheeks burning all of a sudden, as his gaze lowered at the bum and the two perfectly firm buns. He cleared his throat, chanting in his mind that he had a boyfriend and he loved him more than anything, as the man, Junjin, got fully up and let his whole glorious body parade in front of the poor celebrity. Andy hid his face under the blanket, but something in him was super curious, as he slightly descended the blanket and peeked under.

He heaved a relieved sigh once the man entered the bathroom and did not listen to Andy anymore. But the celebrity did not care as he hurriedly got up from the bed and searched for his bathrobe. He was in the middle of putting it on when the door of the bathroom banged open and Junjin – as Andy had heard – exited and held a towel – thank God – in front of his s. But that towel was not hiding his perfect – again Andy wasn’t thinking like that – thighs.

“Do you mind if I shower first before we start talking about last night?” The man questioned.

Andy had already covered his eyes, but had forgotten to tighten the robe that held his bathrobe closed and it showed pretty much everything to the total stranger, as he nodded. Junjin did not care, as he had seen, more like felt, everything last night.

“Cool.” He said and entered the bathroom again.

Andy heaved another very long sigh as he lowered his gaze down and gasped. He blushed strawberry red and tied up the robe tightly while listening to the sound of water tripping. That sound was broken by his ringing phone as he grabbed it fast and answered.

“Hyung!”

“Did Seungho propose?” Minwoo asked.

Andy frowned. “Huh? What do you mean?” he walked around the room, collecting clothes from the floor to the man he had slept with and listened to the babbling of his manager.

“Well…you called me last night and said you’re married.” Minwoo sighed nonchalantly as if he was doing something while talking.

Andy snorted at first and was about to say how ridiculous that sounded like, but suddenly he remembered the man, and he dropped the phone. Minwoo did not even shout his name dramatically like in movies so Andy could collect himself in all the peace.

“No,” He whispered. “Hyung didn’t propose to me. If he had, I would be happy.”

“Well…I don’t know why you suddenly screamed that to me in the phone but apparently you were thrilled to be married.” Minwoo spoke and finally sounded more interested than before.

Andy heard the shower switching off as he panicked nibbled his lower lip and walked around the room, other sock on, other in his hand. He daren’t look at his left hand now. Minwoo said something, but Andy was too panicked to hear it as he shifted his body forcibly around and lost his balance.

Luckily he fell to the bed.

“Are you okay?” Junjin, the stranger, interrogated.

Andy lifted his head and saw him ruffling his wet hair, the lower body covered to a white hotel towel. Andy did not see a ring in his left hand and he let out an exhale of relief.

“Andy?” The celebrity heard. “Are you still there?”

“Ah, yes hyung…I am here.” Andy responded.

“Could you open the door, I am behind it right now?” Minwoo knocked gently and the youngest guy gasped, running around again, trying to find a place to hide for the guy.

He pushed him to the bed and covered him with a blanket as he jumped onto him and shouted loudly, “COME IN!” Minwoo entered the room and frowned when he saw the celebrity in his bathrobe sitting on a huge blanket bump like a child. He looked around and then at the young guy, who grinned.

“Can I ask…?” Minwoo began. “Why does the sign on the door say, ‘Do not disturb, I’m having ’?”

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Eric and Hyesung were standing in front of the hotel