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"OH, tapos ka na palang maligo."
Muntikan nang mapasigaw si Seungcheol nang bigla na lang lumitaw sa harap niya si Jihoon na may dalang towel. Huminga siya nang malalim para pakalmahin ang sarili bago pinandilatan ang nakababata.
"Akala ko multo," medyo naiinis na wika niya tsaka ginulo ang buhok niya gamit ang towel para patuyuin ito.
Jihoon didn't say anything, instead he kept his gaze locked on Seungcheol who was starting to get crept out by the blatant staring.
"Hoy, anong tinitingnan mo?" Napatingin si Seungcheol sa sarili niya baka nga kasi meron ka-intere-interesante sa katawan niya. Wala naman ah? All he saw was his fitted black shirt and sweatpants for his clothes.
Anong tinitingin-tingin ni Jihoon?
"Wala. I thought you forgot your clothes on your way to the bathroom. I guess you remembered to bring them," sagot ni Jihoon. His tone a little . . . faltering. "Ako na pala maliligo."
Sinundan ng tingin ni Seungcheol si Jihoon habang papasok ito sa banyo. He stared at the closed bathroom door for a few seconds before fully realizing what the younger implied with his statement.
"Ya, umasa ka palang walang akong damit paglabas ah!" malakas na wika niya sa labas ng pinto. "Disappointed ka, ano?"
Tumahimik ang paligid ng ilang segundo bago bumukas ang pinto ng banyo. Jihoon poked his head out, meeting Seungcheol's bold eyes passively. Pinasadahan niya ng tingin ang katawan ni Seungcheol saglit, mula ulo hanggang paa. "I can't say no . . . but a fitted shirt like that hides very little information. Mas okay na 'yon kaysa sa wala, 'di ba?"
And for fucking good measure, Jihoon smirked a little before disappearing back into the bathroom, leaving Seungcheol jaw-slacked.
N-Nagsmirk ang pandak?!
Instinctively, Seungcheol's arm flew to his chest as if he has something to protect. Feeling niya talaga namanyak siya na ewan e hindi naman siya nakahubad. Jihoon's dragging and quick look across his upper body was enough to make him feel very, very harassed. Ano pa kaya kung 'yong tank top niya ang napili niyang isuot?!
Bahagyang namumula ang kanyang mga pisngi bago tuluyang napangiwi. "Manyak!"
All he heard was a faint chuckle from the other side of the door buried under the sound of running shower water.
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Nang matapos maligo si Jihoon, nakaupo lang si Seungcheol sa couch kung saan siya karaniwang humihiga at nakaharap sa laptop niya. He let out a small yawn as the younger (now clad in his usual oversized sleepwear) silently walked past him and towards his little bed at the corner of the room.
