Jaebum had been kind the first few days; he’d made it through three and a half of them before the proximity had started to slowly kill him. And then the fourth day rolled around, and the siren was losing it. Halfway to lunchtime, when Bambam had just gotten out of the shower, and the two of them were only wrapped in towels -- that’s when he broke. Without thinking about it, he’d hoisted the boy over his shoulder, carrying him int the room before he flopped him down onto his mattress. Already, he was kissing over his stomach, his fingers tracing along the line of his towel. In the back of his mind, he could hear the other asking him what he was doing, but Jaebum was hardly paying attention as he kissed his way down to the tucked in waist of the towel, folding his fingers into it with the goal of pulling it off of Bambam.