#gunil

Your breath caught. For a moment you just stood there, cheeks warm, eyes wide. He blinked, realizing what he’d just said.

“Oh- I mean, only if you want to! I don’t know why I said that,” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “You can go first, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay,” You murmured, smiling faintly, eyes dropping to your feet. “We can go together.”

“Sure,” He said simply, though inside, poor Gunil was falling apart, trying not to look too eager, too flustered. He’d wanted this closeness for so long.

You both stepped into the small bathroom, the door closing softly behind you. The air felt heavier, humid, expectant. You held your towel against your chest, your eyes curious.

“You can hang your towel here,” he said gently, pointing to the hook beside his own blue one.

You did, smiling faintly as you noticed them side by side, such a small, intimate image that made your chest ache with tenderness. You imagined a life like that: mornings and nights shared in the quiet.

“Should I… turn around?” he asked softly, watching you with that careful, respectful gaze. It took you a second to understand, to remember that, to shower, clothes had to come off. He had seen you before, but this was different. This time, it felt real.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to,” you whispered, voice almost lost in the steam.

He nodded anyway, turning his back to you. In one fluid motion, he lifted his shirt and set it on the counter. You watched as his skin came into view; warm, bronze, dotted with tiny freckles across his shoulders. The muscles in his back shifted as he moved, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe.

When you finally gathered yourself, you took advantage of his turned back to slip out of your top and black skirt, left standing in simple underwear. The air between you seemed to shimmer.

Gunil, now in nothing but his boxers, turned to you with a gentle smile.

“Are you okay? I can step out if you want,”

he offered, opening the shower door.

“I’m okay,”

you smiled softly, and for a moment, the vulnerability of your bodies seemed so small compared to the quiet intensity in your eyes.

You both shed the rest of your clothes slowly, as if undressing a secret. The sight of him, strong yet gentle, skin kissed with tiny freckles, made your chest tighten. He looked at you too, taking in your curves, the glow of your skin under the bathroom light, the soft rise and fall of your breath.

He smiled, that small, honest smile of his, and turned on the water, checking the temperature with his hand.

“Feels good to me. What do you think?” he asked, glancing at you.

You stepped closer, the warmth of his skin brushing yours.

“It’s perfect,” you said with a small grin.

He took your hand, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles before guiding you under the stream. The water cascaded down your bodies, mingling, merging, laughter spilling softly between you.

“Can I wash your hair? I heard the hotel shampoo’s good,” he teased, water dripping down his face, his grin wide and boyish. “Besides, you’re covered in glitter.”

You laughed, nodding, then leaned in, just enough to press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. His breath caught, and then he turned, meeting your lips fully under the running water. The kiss was slow, unhurried, the kind that says I see you. His hands brushed your cheeks, and your sighs filled the echoing space.

You smiled against his mouth before pulling back, playful now.

“Don’t forget to actually wash my hair,” you teased.

He laughed, grabbing the shampoo.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kim Jungsu

It was your first trip together, and honestly, everything seemed to be falling apart. The flight was delayed, Jungsu’s suitcase got lost, and when you finally reached the hotel, you found out your reservation hadn’t even been confirmed. The only room left was the worst one in the place, one bed, one shower, and a faint smell of old air and dust.

With no other choice, you both just laughed it off and headed upstairs. The wallpaper was peeling, the bed creaked at every step, but somehow, with Jungsu beside you, even the worst day felt lighter. You had been laughing since morning, finding little reasons to turn frustration into amusement.

“This place looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie. Psycho, maybe,” he joked, and you burst out laughing, shaking your head as you sat on the bed that groaned in protest, making you both laugh even harder.

“Okay, we need a shower and a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be better, I can feel it,” you said, smiling as you pulled your towel from the suitcase.

Jungsu reached for his too, flashing that soft, boyish grin that always made your chest flutter.

“Do you… um, want to go with me?” you asked, leaning against the bathroom door with a shy smile. "I mean, the bathroom here is probably even scarier."

He froze for a second, his ears turning red before he managed a small, bright-eyed smile. “Sure,” he murmured, stepping closer. His tall frame passed by you, brushing your shoulder lightly as he entered the small bathroom lit by a flickering yellow light. The tiles were old, the mirror fogged at the edges, and there wasn’t even a hook for the towels, so you both left them tangled together on the counter.

“Could you, um… turn around? Or I might have a heart attack,” he said softly, half-laughing.

You giggled, shaking your head but turning away. The quiet rustle of clothes filled the air, and you bit your lip, your heart racing. Jungsu’s soft breathing was the only sound between you, steady but trembling.

Then, you began undressing too, starting with your shirt. Behind you, Jungsu let out a startled cough, shy, flustered. When you finally stood there, bare and still facing away, silence settled again. Just the sound of two hearts beating in rhythm.

“You can… turn around,” he stammered gently.

You turned slowly, keeping your gaze on his flushed face so he wouldn’t feel too exposed, but it was clear he was already lost in the sight of you. His face was crimson, his arms folded across his chest as if to shield himself from your gaze.

“Hey… don’t hide,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You’re beautiful.”

He let out a small, shaky laugh, lowering his arms. “You’re beautiful too. So much.”

You smiled, brushing past him to step into the shower. He followed, still a little clumsy and bashful.

The water came down in a sudden burst, cold. “Ah! That’s freezing!” he yelped, jumping back, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Okay, okay, I’ll fix it. Hold on,” you chuckled, adjusting the tap until the stream turned warm. Jungsu stood beside you, hair already damp, looking like a drenched kitten. Droplets ran down his smooth skin, glimmering in the dim yellow light.

“Better?” you asked softly.

He tested the water with his hand and nodded. “Yeah… much better,” he said, stepping under the stream. Water cascaded over his shoulders, down his chest, and you couldn’t help but sigh quietly at how gentle he looked.

“Come here,” he whispered, reaching for your hands and guiding you beneath the water with him.

“It won’t fit both of us!” you laughed, trying to back away, but he only laughed too, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“It fits just fine,” he murmured against your neck, voice low and warm. “See? We fit.”

O.de (Oh Seungmin)

You were feeling awful. After walking home under a storm the night before, the rain had settled into your bones and bloomed into a fever.

Your head throbbed, your skin burned, yet you couldn’t stop shivering. Still, things didn’t feel unbearable. Not with Seungmin there.

From the start, he hadn’t left your side. He checked your temperature, made soup, tucked you into layers of blankets, pressed gentle kisses against your forehead, claiming it would make you heal faster, and always found a way to make even the bitter medicine a little sweeter.

But the fever wouldn’t break. You felt light, dizzy, floating between warmth and chills.

“Sweetheart…” he murmured, sitting at the edge of the bed, his hand brushing softly against your cheek. “What do you think about a cold shower? It might help bring your temperature down.”

You groaned, curling deeper into the sheets. “A cold shower? It sounds freezing.”

“I’ll go with you,” he said, his voice low and tender, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You didn’t even think twice, just nodded weakly, letting him pull the blankets away. His arms came around your waist, strong and reassuring, guiding you to your feet. He pressed a kiss into your hair before walking you toward the bathroom.

“Could you- maybe help me with my clothes?” you mumbled with a faint laugh. “I feel like if I move too much, I’ll collapse.”

He chuckled softly, though his eyes searched yours for permission. “Are you sure? You can tell me to stop anytime, okay? I don’t want to cross any line.”

You met his gaze, feeling that quiet trust fill the room like light. “I’m fine, Min. You take care of me better than anyone. You deserve a bath too, even if it’s freezing.”

He smiled, that small, shy smile that made his dimples appear, before lifting the hem of your oversized shirt, the one that had once been his. He left you in your simple underwear, then peeled off his own shirt and sweats, standing before you in nothing but his boxers.

You couldn’t help it, your eyes lingered. His body was beautiful in an effortless way: narrow waist, broad shoulders, the delicate lines of his collarbone catching the bathroom light. Your head pulsed, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell if it was the fever or something else entirely.

“Hey, no staring,” he teased, covering his chest dramatically, making you laugh.

You covered your eyes playfully. “Fine, fine.”

“Alright, serious business now,” he said, stepping into the shower and turning the knob to cold. The sound of rushing water filled the space, echoing off the tiles.

“Why can’t we just take a normal hot shower like every other couple?” you complained from behind him.

“Because,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with that soft grin, “you’re sick, and we need to cool you down. And besides, we’re not every other couple.”

He opened his arms, inviting you in. You sighed in defeat and stepped forward, pressing your burning skin against his cooler body. Your chests met, your breaths mingled, the warmth between you almost enough to defy the cold.

“On three,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “One… two… three.”

You shut your eyes tight as the icy water cascaded over both of you, sharp and shocking, stealing your breath for a second.

“It’s so cold, Seung!” you squealed, trying to wriggle free, but he only laughed, tightening his arms around you.

“Hey, hey… just a little longer. You’ll get used to it. Trust me.” He kissed your cheek, his voice warm against the chill, his hand drawing slow circles on your back.

And somehow, you did get used to it.

Gaon (Kwak Jiseok)

He came home drunk that night. Jiseok had said he was going out with his bandmates for a few drinks, and no one expected him to be such a lightweight. After just a few glasses of soju, his words were slurred, his cheeks pink, and he couldn’t stop talking about you; crying, even, when he said how beautiful you were. Everyone laughed, and Jooyeon filmed it all, promising to use it as blackmail later.

“I should be home with her right now…” he mumbled, swaying in his seat. That was Jungsu’s cue to take him home before things got worse.

He called you first, and though your voice carried worry, he assured you Jiseok was fine, just a little too sentimental for his own good.

When the doorbell rang, you already knew who it was. “Ji! You’re here,” you said as you opened the door, relief washing over you. Jiseok’s flushed face lit up the moment he saw you, and he stumbled out of Jungsu’s arms straight into yours.

“My love!” he mumbled, half-asleep, showering your face with clumsy kisses that smelled strongly of soju.

You waved goodbye to Jungsu and closed the door behind you, still holding onto your clingy, drunken boyfriend. “Okay, you need a shower,” you said, trying not to laugh as he swayed in your arms.

“But I’m fine…” he pouted, and you sighed in disbelief. “Seriously, Jiseok. You need to sober up.”

“Hey, don’t call me that,” he whined. “Where’s the ‘baby,’ ‘love,’ ‘sweetheart’? Don’t be mad, baby. I just… went a little overboard.”

You led him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet lid. Despite yourself, you smiled, he was unbearably affectionate when drunk.

“Okay, my baby,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over his warm cheek, “can you please take a shower? Then we can sleep together after.”

“Come with me then… please.” His pout deepened as he leaned into your hand.

You froze for a second. “But…”

“I’m not that drunk. I mean it.” He took your hand from his cheek and kissed it gently. “Please?” he whispered, almost shyly.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright- but no funny business,” you teased, pointing a finger at him.

“I swear. I promise,” he said, his eyes bright with relief and something tender.

Still a little dizzy, he stood up and fumbled with his clothes, nearly tripping as he tried to pull off his Green Day shirt. “Careful, Ji,” you laughed, slipping off your own shirt.

He froze for a moment when he noticed, his blush deepening as he realized you were undressing too. You couldn’t help glancing at him, slim frame, soft lines, small moles scattered over his stomach.

“Don’t stare!” he whined, still wrestling with his pants until he was finally bare. “I’m not!” you lied, now blushing yourself as you finished undressing.

He grinned as he turned on the shower, steam filling the air. “Come on, come here,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

You stepped in beside him, the warm water cascading over both of you.

“Mmm… this feels good,” he murmured, tilting his head back, letting the water run down his hair and face. “I told you you’d feel better,” you said with a small smile.

He rested his head on your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist. “It feels good because you’re here, silly,” he whispered, his voice soft against your skin.

You chuckled. “I could still walk out and leave you in here all drunk, you know.” He shook his head quickly, pressing small kisses along your shoulder.

“Nooo… and I’m not drunk,” he muttered between kisses that wandered up your arm. “Of course you’re not,” you teased, running your fingers through his wet hair, the gesture making him melt against you.

And later, when you both realized you’d forgotten the towels, you ended up dripping water all over the floor, laughing as Jiseok clung to you, shivering and mumbling that it was “way too cold without you.”

Junhan (Han Hyeongjun)

You had prepared a surprise for him.

Lately, Junhan had been running on empty. Rehearsals, recording sessions, sleepless nights. He often complained that it had been forever since he’d had the time for a real bath, the kind that made him feel human again. Every time he said it, your heart ached a little.

So, tonight, you decided to fix that.

A warm bath waited for him, water steaming, bubbles overflowing, the scent of his favorite bath salts wrapping the room in calm.

“Okay… I’m getting nervous, and that’s not something I usually do,” he laughed as you guided him toward the bathroom, your hands gently covering his eyes.

“Relax. That’s literally the point,” you teased, smiling as you led him forward.

“We’re in… the bathroom?” he asked, his brows furrowing beneath your palms.

“No questions, Detective,” you said with a laugh. “Alright… three, two, one.”

You lifted your hands from his eyes, revealing the glowing, fragrant surprise in front of him.

For a heartbeat, Junhan just stood there, stunned. “My god, you did all this?” he asked, turning slowly toward you, his smile flickering between awe and disbelief.

“Yes,” you said softly. “You deserve it.” You pressed a loud, playful kiss to his cheek, earning a laugh as he took your hands in his.

“You can enjoy it. I’ll be in the kitchen finishing dinner,” you added, ready to slip away.

But as you tried to pull your hands back, he tightened his hold. His eyes dropped, hesitating, cheeks flushing. “Would you… maybe want to join me?” he asked quietly. “You’ve been working hard too. You deserve it as much as I do.”

You felt your heart soften at his shy sincerity. Junhan rarely asked for things so directly, he usually spoke through small gestures, quiet touches. You wanted to honor that.

“Of course,” you said, smiling warmly.

He nodded, his smile small but genuine, still not meeting your eyes. “Could you… turn around for a moment? Just until I get in?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Of course, love. You don’t need to be shy,” you reassured him, turning your back.

You heard the soft rustle of clothes being removed, the faint thud as they hit the floor, and then the sound of him lowering himself into the water, a quiet sigh of relief escaping his lips.

“You can turn around now.”

When you did, you saw only his dark hair floating among the bubbles, his hands covering his face. “You can, um… take your clothes off too,” he mumbled, voice muffled, his hands still hiding his eyes.

“Right,” you said with a nervous little laugh, quickly undressing.

He grew restless at the sound of you moving, and then froze when you slipped into the bath opposite him. The warm water rippled around you, your legs brushing under the surface, the contact soft but electric.

“You can look now,” you whispered.

He slowly lowered his hands, his cheeks immediately turning pink as his eyes met yours. You both smiled; shy, awkward, sweet.

“Look at this,” you said playfully, scooping up a handful of foam and smearing it across your upper lip like a mustache. “Would you still love me if I had one?”

He laughed, really laughed, for the first time in days, the sound echoing softly in the steamy air. “I don’t think I could,” he teased, flicking a bit of water at you.

“Hey!” you giggled, turning your head as another splash hit your cheek, both of you breaking into laughter.

The tension melted with the bubbles, replaced by something warm and easy.

Lee Jooyeon

After a quiet afternoon walk in the park, the sky suddenly broke open, rain pouring down as if the world itself was collapsing. You and Jooyeon had gone there on foot, and your home wasn’t exactly close, so the two of you ran hand in hand through the storm, laughing breathlessly as the rain soaked you to the bone.

When he finally unlocked the door, you both stumbled inside, shivering from the cold. Your clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin, hair dripping onto the floor, shoes squelching with every step.

“My love, you need to shower before you catch a cold,” he said softly, his voice trembling with the chill. You both walked toward the bedroom together.

“You too… You can go first,” you said, tossing him one of the towels you’d just taken from the wardrobe. He caught it midair, his eyes flicking toward you.

For a moment, Jooyeon went quiet. He paused at the bathroom door, glancing at you with a strangely hesitant look. It wasn’t like him, his cheeks were already turning a faint pink.

“Um… maybe we could, I don’t know, shower together? Just so we don’t get sick, you know?” His tone was playful, but his raised eyebrows betrayed the nervousness behind the suggestion.

You laughed, shaking your head, trying to mask your own sudden shyness. “Just admit it’s an excuse to see me naked, you pervert!” you teased, pointing at him as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Fine, fine, have it your way,” he said with a crooked smile, still blushing but trying to sound confident. “Catch a cold instead of enjoying a hot shower with your ridiculously handsome boyfriend.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you crossed your arms. “Well, since you insist…” You brushed past him toward the bathroom. He blinked, surprised that you had actually agreed, then smiled, awkward but clearly thrilled.

He followed you inside, closing the door gently behind him. You hung your towel beside the shower; he mirrored your movements quietly, the sound of dripping rain filling the silence between you.

You stood facing each other, both a little uncertain.

“I think… to shower, you actually have to take your clothes off,” he joked.

“Oh really? That’s not how I usually do it,” you replied, and he laughed, the tension breaking for a moment.

He cleared his throat and met your eyes once more before pulling off his soaked T-shirt. You couldn’t help but hold your breath. The wet fabric clung to his skin before he tossed it to the floor, arms crossing shyly over his chest as a small, embarrassed smile curved his lips.

He wasn’t overly muscular, but there was something quietly beautiful about him, the faint definition of his shoulders, the way the droplets of rain traced down his bronzed skin.

You swallowed hard, pretending to clear your throat, and pulled your own shirt off carefully, left in a simple bra. When you looked up again, he was already completely naked, nervously laughing.

“You’re fast,” you said, fighting with your soaked jeans until you almost lost your balance. “Ah!”

Jooyeon burst into laughter, catching your hand before you could fall. “Careful,” he chuckled, still grinning as you steadied yourself.

“Thanks,” you said softly. He glanced at you quickly, then looked away with a faint blush.

“Seriously though,” he murmured, his fingers brushing yours, “if this feels uncomfortable for you, I can step out.”

You shook your head gently. “I’m fine, Joo. Really.”

You smiled, taking his hand and pulling him under the shower with you.

The warm water hit the cold tiles with a soft hiss, steam curling around your bodies. Jooyeon stepped beneath the stream, tilting his head back as his muscles relaxed under the heat. Then he pulled you close, your body pressed against his, both of you standing beneath the shower as the water flowed over you, washing away the chill, the rain, the world outside.

You slipped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his damp hair. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then another to your cheek, his lips warm despite the mist.

“I want to stay like this forever,” he whispered, tightening his embrace.

“So do I…” you breathed back, smiling softly. “But only if you promise to pay the water bill after.”