Yeon-jun stood on the doorstep, unable to move a muscle. He blinked hard, trying to regain control of his mind.
'Move.... Move now...'
But to his dismay, his body had severed all connection with his brain. He stood, feeling helpless, as Beom-in's towering figure walked toward him with a solemn look on his face. Yeon-jun tried to keep his eyes focused on Beom-in's face, but his eyes kept going back to Beom-in's naked chest.
"Hyung, what's wrong? You look like you are experiencing a stroke." Beom-in asked, shaking Yeon-jun by one shoulder.
"Can you put on a shirt?" Yeon-jun managed to say, but it was almost a whisper, and Beom-in had to bend down to catch the words. A small smile appeared on Beom-in's face. He chuckled and ruffled Yeon-jun's hair affectionately, sending shivers down Yeon-jun's spine.
