Hayun has had Yohan's hands on him before (he's felt them on his skin, under his shirt before. Can they go back to that? Can he put his sweater back on and Yohan can just let his hands wander around beneath it?) so it's not as though it's a new sensation, but where his hands go certainly is new. Down and down they go. Hayun's eyes start to lower, to follow those hands on their journey, but they quickly snap back to his face. He can't bring himself to do it. He can't bring himself to watch as Yohan rids him of his last few pieces of clothing.

When Yohan starts to crouch down, Hayun squeezes his eyes shut. He can't look at Yohan anymore. Not right now. But what he can do is reach out to blindly place his hands on Yohan's shoulders. His strong, bare shoulders. He curls his fingers against Yohan's skin when the man speaks again. Step out. Out of his clothes. The last articles of clothing. Though they're technically off already, he can still feel them around his ankles. They're still on as far as Hayun's concerned. With his eyes closed, it's an easy enough lie to tell himself. Even though he can feel the air on his bare skin, he can still lie to himself. Once he steps out of his clothing, the lie is over.

Inhaling slowly, and then exhaling a long, shaky breath, Hayun steps out of his clothes. "N-now what?"