One second Jiyong was breathing out a sigh of relief knowing that Daesung wasn't going to kick him out all that easily; the next second he felt his chest tightening, just a little, at the words "last time." They felt like scolding words from a parent. It was true that he had grown dangerously accustomed to getting everything he wanted, to having his cake and eating it too, and to think that Daesung would no longer spoil him made him irrationally upset. Jiyong was really a kid at heart, and that wasn't always a good thing.

"You wouldn't be the reason. I..." I, what? Jiyong didn't know, and he wished then that he could just reach for Daesung in a physical act that would replace the words refusing to form from his mouth, like he had always done before. "Scoot over." He'd pulled his boxer-briefs off and stepped into the shower, reaching for the bottled soap. "I'll wait for this headache to die down, just let me sleep a little here. I'll be gone before the sun comes up."