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With summer right around the corner Soobin's team got less busy--they had finished their huge project on time and these days they mostly worked on small things on their own; commissions for other groups, some slight touch-ups--stuff like that, which meant that Soobin could clock out an hour earlier than normally and he would make good use of that.
Just three blocks down from where they lived a new ice cream shop had opened up and Soobin was dying to go there--especially now when he was basically sweating his own bodyweight every day (he was never really good with handling hot weather).
But before he went there he wanted to take a nice, cold shower and change into more comfortable clothes than his usual work attire, that consisted of slacks, button down.
He walked into their flat--earbuds still blasting music because he was not entirely ready to stop listening to his favorite song just yet, otherwise he would have the same song stuck in his head for the rest of the day and a much as he loved Bollywood songs, it was really frustrating to have a song stuck in your head all day when it was sung in a language he did not understand--so finishing the song it was. (a/n me everyday hearing kpop)
Soobin rushed into his room--Yeonjun apparently wasn't home yet, he hadn't seen him and his own room was empty, which meant that he could take a nice, long shower before his roommate (and source of frustration these days came home).
It wasn't particularly something Yeonjun did that was frustrating him to no end--it was more about the way he dressed these days that ended up being frustrating.
Yeonjun, unlike Soobin, had no qualms about showing his body, especially if it was as hot as it was these days, which meant that as soon as he was at home he'd slip into something more comfortable--which for him meant very short shorts and tank tops that barely covered anything at all and Soobin had more than once caught himself staring at Yeonjun's legs, or his collarbones, or at his ass whenever that little devil bend over to grab something from the other side of the table or whatever.
Once his mind had finally drawn the connection between Yeonjun and him being Soobin's crush, there was no turning back.
He suddenly got hyper aware of everything Yeonjun did--how tight his jeans were, how nice his thighs looked, how much he enjoyed looking at his ass, the way his lean body moved whenever he blasted music and danced to it while tidying up their living room; basically there wasn't anything he didn't notice--he was just glad that Yeonjun didn't seem to notice anything about Soobin staring at him, because explaining that would be more than just awkward and he still hadn't figured out how to confess to Yeonjun or how to bring the whole topic of his new-found sexuality up in the first place.
To put it shortly, he was frustrated. Sexually frustrated.
He had taken more cold showers these days than he had when he was a teenager and he was low-key thankful for the warm weather, because he at least had an excuse for taking a shower once (or twice) a day without Yeonjun getting suspicious.
