A conversation between hotel roommates Daehyun and Jongup, as Jongup wakes up for the day:
“What the fuck? How long have you been sitting there staring at me?”
Daehyun takes off his thick framed black glasses to wipe clean on his shirt before answering. The glasses have no lenses. Jongup finds it unfortunate that he still manages to look cute while being a huge weirdo.
“I lost track of time around 3am and just sort of floated in a brain-induced state of sensory deprivation.”
“So you didn’t sleep? We have like six different meetings before the show tonight, hyung’s gonna kill you.”
Daehyun waves off the concern.
“My body requires very little sleep these days. Besides I counted all the freckles on your body. There are twenty three and one quarter.”
Jongup checks under the covers that he’s still wearing pants. He is, and that makes him both more and less confused.
“You touched me while I was sleeping? Bro that’s kind of creepy. And gay.”
“You make it sound so cheap. It was reverent. You have a very nice butthole.”
“Do you bleach it, Jongup? Just tell me I won’t tell Himchan hyung I promise.”
“No I don’t bleach it. Who the fuck is gonna be looking at my asshole that I would even need to.”
“Hmm, you’re right. I’m more comfortable being the only one. By the way, you have a freckle near your balls, which are extraordinarily heavy while you’re asleep. They never seem that big or weighty when you’re awake. Why do you suppose that is?”
“No no don’t worry I don’t think it’s anything to be concerned about I simply harbor idle curiosity.”
“Do you do this to Junhong at home too? The creepy pervert thing?”
Daehyun looks down his nose at Jongup. The glasses slip down as well. He looks very dumb and condescending. Possibly also lustful, although Jongup can never really tell with him.
“My beautiful, lush dongsaeng, I do it to everyone. It’s part of how we grow closer as a band.”
“I’m not going to touch that black hole of moral ambiguity. Listen, I’m gonna go shower, and before you even ask, no, you are not invited. I think you’ve seen enough of my body for the day.”
“Ahh, but there is always tonight, sweetheart.”
Jongup frowns. “I hate you.”
Daehyun, inexplicably, blushes.
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