For no more than a moment, Hayun's breath seems to stick in his throat. For an instant, he feels like he can neither inhale nor exhale. He can't move, he can't swallow. He can't even blink. The look on Yohan's face has him trapped. That hungry look doesn't seem to want to allow him even even an inch of movement. It takes real effort for Hayun to look away, to even breathe again.

Much like with the sweater, Hayun watches the t-shirt make it's way over to the chair. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around himself. Cover himself, despite the fact that the point is to take his clothes off. This time, there's no hand on his hair to keep him rooted in place so he looks back up at Yohan instead. Stares up at him. Unblinking. This time by choice. As nervous as he is, as anxious as Yohan's expression makes him, he also finds a lot of comfort in him. He chews on his bottom lip as he gathers up the courage to let his arms drop down to his sides. Only then does he nod once more. "Okay. Okay, keep going."