Looking back, Jongin probably does it on purpose, if he's being honest with himself. Baekhyun and Chanyeol are the loudest at everything, showers included, and sleep deprivation as an excuse can only explain so much. He definitely hears the water running through the door. He definitely walks in anyway, eyelids drooping as his hip collides with the edge of the sink. Of course he does. Living with eleven other guys destroys every illusion of privacy, and they've all done it so many times that seeing each other naked is old hat by now—but when Jongin glances into the mirror and sees Baekhyun's wet, glistening hand on Chanyeol's dick underneath the spray, their mouths slick and red, it still takes him a good half minute to realize what the hell's going on.

It takes about two seconds after that for him to hightail it.

He zips into his room and slams the door shut behind him, dives for the bed, stomach churning, face so hot it feels like it's going to melt off. Joonmyun makes a soft noise of surprise from the desk. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing," Jongin rasps, voice muffled by his downy pillowcase. He tastes fabric softener, and the faint tinge of sleep sweat. "It's nothing."




an ot3 prelude u__u