Steam fills the bathroom almost instantly, fogging the mirror and softening the world down to warm tiles and the steady sound of running water. Soobin stands under the spray first, hair already darkened, shoulders tense like he’s overthinking something simple.

“This is just… practical,” he says, not looking at you. “We’re short on time.”

You step in anyway, the space immediately feeling too small. The water splashes against both of you now, heat sliding down skin, the air thick with something neither of you wants to name.

Soobin keeps his eyes very carefully fixed on the wall. Very carefully not on you.