It was late.

Park Sunghoon had just settled into the bathtub, the warmth of the water slowly working through the tension in his muscles. The soft sound of water lapping against the porcelain mixed with the quiet hum of the bathroom fan. His head rested against the back of the tub, eyes half-lidded as the steam fogged up the mirror across from him.

He was finally starting to relax.

Bang.

The sound of the door swinging open made his eyes snap open. His heart leapt into his throat as you stumbled into the bathroom.

“Hoonie!” you grinned, voice slightly slurred. Your eyes were glazed, cheeks flushed.

His gaze sharpened. “What are you doing?”

You swayed slightly, one hand gripping the doorframe for support as you blinked at him. “Ohhh… you’re taking a bath?”

His mouth opened, then closed. “Yes. Now get out.”

But you didn’t move.

Instead, you let go of the doorframe and took a wobbly step toward the tub. Your balance faltered, and he sat up straighter, hand gripping the edge of the bathtub.

“Hey—”

Too late.

You slipped and practically fell into the water, arms flailing as you collapsed against him with a splash. Water sloshed over the edges, soaking the floor.

“What the hell—” he hissed as you landed against his chest, arms automatically catching you. His bare skin burned where you touched him.

You blinked up at him, looking dazed. “Oops.”

“Oops?” His voice was tight. “Get out.”