Unable to help himself, Jongin watched Baekhyun sit up. He looked at every nail mark on the older boy's back, every part of skin that he could. Every drop of sweat. Feeling vulnerable and weak in his current position, Jongin sat up as well.

He scratched at the back of his neck and brought his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly with his free arm while grasping the sheets with a few fingers to keep himself covered.

"T-talk about it?" His voice came out a few octaves higher than normal, the way Baekhyun's sometimes did when his voice cracked during the high notes. "I don't really know what to say, hyung. I'm sorry, maybe? Should I be sorry?" He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be feeling. It wasn't really regret, though. He'd gotten off. That was all that really mattered. He'd gotten off so he felt good, but he wasn't sure what to make of the whole situation.