Seo-jun yanked the room door open. Joon-ho waited there, his face calm like always — that unreadable cool."You must be hungry," Joon-ho said, like it was nothing. "Freshen up and come to the table."
Seo-jun mumbled okay and closed the door behind him. He went straight to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. Panic hit — there were marks, everywhere he didn't want them to be. His chest. His thighs. He pinched his lips together, hands shaking. Great. Cover them. Button up. Full shirt. Hide everything.
He got dressed fast, too fast, and forced himself downstairs. The table was set already; Joon-ho had been thoughtful enough to leave dinner ready. Seo-jun sat and started eating, trying to act normal, like nothing weird had happened this morning.
Then — a glass of water slid down behind his chair and clinked. Seo-jun yelped, turned, just a little too loud. Joon-ho looked over, eyebrows up."It's nothing," Seo-jun blurted. "I was just—" he waved like an idiot. "Just scared."
