He should have assumed that Hayun would want him to stay here for the entire week, though it's understandable that he didn't. Hayun is trying to focus on his schooling and having Yohan in his space makes doing that a little more difficult. Which means that this is going to be a very interesting week. At least he'll have an amazing subject for any photo related assignments for the next week. And an excellent subject for his own photo collection.

Siwoo and the others, however, may need a hotel. As much as he adores Siwoo and everyone else, he doesn't really have room for too many more. That and he wants to be as alone with Yohan as he can get for much of the time that he's here.

Hayun's eyes fall closed and he chews on his bottom lip as those hands move over him. He missed this. He missed Yohan's hands (warm, skilled hands that he loves so much. Making him feel safe. Making him feel good) and the way they feel on him. His face, his body. His eyes snap open and he gasps in surprise (and maybe something other than surprise) when Yohan jerks him forward. His face almost instantly flushes a soft pink.

"Get out of my- Oh. Right now." His face flushes a little more (will he ever get used to Yohan being so direct? He actually hopes not, truthfully) and he pushes Yohan's hands off of his hips so he can climb to his feet. He reaches up under the skirt of his costume and tugs his underwear down, kicked them off to the side. Then he turns around and reaches over his shoulder to point to the zipper on his back. "Can you help me with that?" One of his assigned bodyguards had to help him zip it up.