The two were whispering, hiding in a room back stage with the door locked and lights off. seonghyeon had turned on his phone flashlight, keeping it faced up to the ceiling just so they could see.
seonghyeon had his legs spread, sat on a cluttered desk—Guest was straddling his lap, knocking over a few things as he lightly bounced, panting softly, and his jacket falling off his shoulders. “mh.. like that?” Guest breathed out, and seonghyeon mouth was falling agape.