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Gihun has always slept naked. One of his earliest memories is of his mother reprimanding him for having, once again, removed his clothes while on the bed and fall asleep without it, fussing over he was going to catch a cold.
Simpler times, those were.
He never truly grew out of it, no matter how much his mother threatened him and begged him to stay in his clothes. Eunji, the first years of their relationship, actually found it funny and sexy. The women and men that came after seem to be intrigued, but they never stayed long enough to express any concern about it.
So he never corrected that particular aspect of his nightly routine: he would undress, and wearing nothing get straight into bed, sighing in satisfaction as his naked skin came in contact with the fresh sheets. He would fall asleep with the covers on, but nightmares and his agitated sleep - it has always been agitated - always makes it so that he wakes up completely uncovered, naked to the world like the day he was born.
It never bothered him, to be honest. He would be mindful of the reaction of the people he would share a bed with of course, but he doesn't mind waking up like this.
That's why he does little to cover himself when he notices Junho's presence at the door: he is lying on his stomach, so his genitals are covered, and the sheets are wrapped around his legs and waist, his ass just barely exposed. For his standards he is covered enough.
"Junho-sshi, do you need anything?" he asks without turning around, eyes fixed on his cellphone as he scrolls through the daily news.
"I-I came to check on you, it's a bit late, so..." he doesn't finish the sentence. Gihun is particularly aware of the other's stare on him. What is he seeing? A body consumed by the thoughts of the Games? A body that is getting older, not strong like it used to be?
"I overslept a little today," he says, turning enough to notice the way the younger man is desperately trying to not look at his ass.
Uh. Interesting.
"Wooseok-sshi brought breakfast," Junho says after clearing his voice. WIth great effort, his eyes go from his waist up to Gihun's face; his cheeks are pink, and Gihun could swear that the strange shadow between his legs is...
"I'm coming," he says. He decides to stretch his body: the sheet fall over from his waist, exposing most of his butt. He hears Junhoìs breath catch, and for a brief moment he can't help but be flattered.
"Y-Yeah," it's all Junho says before bolting away.
Gihun smiles and rests his head on his crossed arms. He'll enjoy the fresh sheets for a few more minutes before getting up and face the world.