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Dae-Seong pursed his lips. He was still in his damp clothing. He contemplated. 'Should I ask for clothing? Or should I change back into my suit?' He then glared at air. 'But I don't have any spare underwear.' He let out a sigh. He was thinking too hard.
A knock resonated from the door, making his attention snap towards it. He trudged towards it and pulled it open. "Yes?" Dong-Gyun stood with dry clothes in his hands. He was already changed, and maybe even showered.
He stepped into the darkly lit room, approaching the bed and laid down the clothes down. "Since you don't have extra clothing but the suit, here." He stood up properly. He let out a huff, averting his attention towards the still male.
His eyes suddenly widened, face blazing in red. There, at the end of the bed, was Dae-Seong, shirtless. Earlier, a thin layer of fabric sticking to his body, but he was now exposed. Dong-Gyun couldn't deny it, but the male that stood with no clothing on the upper portion looked delectable.
His smooth, milky pale skin slightly glowed as lightning struck outside, illuminating some light inside through the big windows. His lean body was a sight to see. Dong-Gyun's green eyes flashed over, looking Dae-Seong's body over once again.
It was really a body you couldn't take your eyes off. The dips and the curves made him want to trail his hands over them. The V line that ran down to his lower half was deep, but not too deep, unlike Jiwon's. It was a heavenly scenery.
He snapped out his trance, seeing Dae-Seong reach over to get the grey shirt. With this action, Dong-Gyun caught a swift glance of his back. It was soft, flexing, even with the lack of muscles. His face deepened in a shade of salmon red, seeing some faint scars. It didn't make his body unattractive, it made it even more prepossessing.
Standing up straight, Dae-Seong felt the cotton like fabric. "Where do you buy your clothing?" He asked, rubbing the texture. He brought it to his nose and sniffed, the smell of detergent and fabric conditioner wafting into his nose. Dong-Gyun eyed the male, attentively, noting his insterest on a certain subject, cloud unrelated.
