Flour was surprisingly difficult to scrub out of hair, as Yoongi now annoyingly discovered. He could hear the patter of rain on the windows blending with the sound of water droplets falling on the shower curtain in Hoseok's bathroom.

Hoseok offered to let him borrow some clothes and shower while he cleaned the kitchen.

That's how he ended up naked. In Hoseok's bathroom.

Thinking about how much more efficient it would be if they'd showered together...

He was almost incognizant the dangerous path his thoughts were taking as he pictured Hoseok standing under the showerhead, eyes closed, leaning his head back into the warm water... Imagining beads of water traveling slowly... so slowly down his smooth skin.

No... idiot. He intended to take things as slowly as Hoseok wanted - and he wasn't going to cause unnecessary awkwardness by taking a tell-tale too-long shower complete with inevitable moans... Yoongi turned the shower handle, rapidly lowering the temperature of the water to rid himself of the thoughts.

Finally satisfied that he'd eliminated all traces of flour and sinful images, Yoongi turned off the shower and stepped out onto the soft mat. He hurriedly dried himself with the towel that Hoseok placed on the bathroom counter earlier. He unfolded Hoseok's shirt and slipped it over his head, becoming immediately enveloped in the younger's bergamot scent. He put on his own boxers back on and then pulled on the spare set of pajama pants, thankful that the drawstrings helped keep them in place.

The clothes were almost comically too large, but it didn't bother Yoongi. He stepped into the slippers the younger provided and returned to the kitchen.

Hoseok, in flour-stained clothes, had wiped all the flour from the counters and the stove down to the floor and was sweeping it up to throw away. He'd already put away the bowl of pancake batter into the refrigerator.

"I can take over if you want." Yoongi offered, letting out a yawn. "It looks like more flour is falling from your hair as you sweep."

"Thanks. You can use this for whatever's left." said the younger referring to a handheld vacuum. "I'll throw your clothes in the wash after I'm done. Make yourself comfortable... take a nap if you want."

After Yoongi finished cleaning up the remaining mess, he wandered into the living room and dropped onto the L-shaped couch. He lay staring at the ceiling, zoning out to the steady percussion of the rain against the windows. His eyelids grew heavier as he thought about Hoseok and how quickly he'd become his new favorite feeling.

Before long, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Hoseok entered the kitchen carrying all their flour-covered clothes and headed to the small closet that housed the laundry machines. He threw in their clothes and added detergent, starting up the machine. Then he opened the dryer, where he'd put a spare comforter through a short dry cycle while Yoongi was in the shower.

He carried the warm blanket over to the couch and covered the older, whose hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

"You thoughtful bastard," the older smiled, eyes still closed. "Get in here."

Hoseok crawled under the blanket, sharing slow kisses with the older and cuddling quietly before both fell asleep to the sound of the rain.