Perhaps because he just finished showering, two or three buttons of the dress shirt are undone, and the moisture on his body makes the shirt cling to his frame.

.. Um, thanks for lending me the clothes.

Guest quietly nods and turns on a small, warm orange light next to the bed. Then, saying he could sleep on the sofa, Guest turns to leave.

Wait, Hyung.

I don't know why I grabbed him, but my mouth wouldn't stay shut.

Can't we... sleep together?

A silence falls between us. What did I just say? My brain reacts late, and I clench my fists under the covers until they turn white.

He'll probably ask if I'm joking and reject me, or just walk out. I stay still like a rain-soaked cat, waiting for him to speak.