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This was something that has happened a lot - especially during his time in Italy (luckily this kind of incidents happened less frequently ever since he moved back to Seoul). And this was also one of the main reason’s he’s got himself a penthouse on the 27th floor, guessing that it was sheerly impossible to break in there. But apparently, he’s guessed wrong and there he was - waking up to a stranger lying in his bed; clad in nothing but his underwear and giving him that certain kind of sly look.
Jiho rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowed when he tried to get a clearer view of that kid. Purple hair and a ridiculously broad grin were spread across his face; it made Jiho chuckle. As time went by and this kind of incidents amassed, one learned not to go completely banana but to milk the situation as effectively as possible. And talking about milking - it only took the young musician a split second to peek beneath the sheets and find out about his achingly throbbing morning erection; he definitely needed some help with that. What more could one possibly want?
The stranger wasn’t exactly what he’d consider his type - but at least, he has a pretty face, Jiho mused to himself before he leaned up to press his lips firmly against the other’s own plush pair while coaxing the presumably younger male closer by hooking one finger in the elastic waistband of his boxers and giving it a light tug. It seemed like he wouldn’t get out of bed anytime soon.
