"No, I can't move out. It's not done." Yejoon shrugged his shoulders, not finding it in himself to care too much about that right now. Mainly because he was hung up on that mental image of a naked Sangwoo strolling down this hallway. Which was a ridiculous thought to have, but it wasn't as if he could imagine the man's place, so here it was. And his face heated. "I bet you look good naked."

There. Daring.