past time for healthy males,
there's a muffled curse in the boys change room, following with a much clearer 'shit' (that's 5,000 won for his damn swear jar --) that slips through his lips when he realizes belatedly that he's forced both legs into the right side of his swim shorts.
"haste --" sanha grunts as he falls backward against his open locker while trying to fit his legs into their appropriate spaces, " -- is of --" a hiss this time as he jams his shoulder against the edge of the locker door, roughly scraping the skin just above his collar bone, "-- the fucking --" 10,000 won, "devil."
he looks up at the younger male in front of him, straightening up with a light grin on his face, almost unaware of the throbbing pain in the aftermath of his stumble.
"but worth it, i think...." his fingers skitter over his fitted swim shirt in a hasty attempt to smooth out the creases and folds in it, and then the kinks in his hair out of compulsive habit.
their destination for the afternoon is the well-awaited indoor pool; not particularly... for swimming purposes, the pair have scheduled in some time simply for that typical guy outing.
ogling at oblivious female counterparts would probably be the correct term for it but sanha likes to call it a wonted past-time for healthy males.
"don't do that thing by the way," sanha shoots jungkook a knowing look as they make their way into the pool area, purposefully paying no heed to the group of tittering girls on the other end. "mumbling about how they're not as pretty as the one's in your hentai stash or whatever. you can't beat the real thing, kid."
his lets his eyes adjust to the brighter lights (relative to the dimmer one's in the change room anyway) and then gives jungkook a lingering glance.
a sigh then.
"you do this on purpose don't you?"
definitely cuter than him.
"adorable piece of shit."