dirty thoughts

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys. However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible. You hate him. Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help. Under one agreement, that is.

Minho and Jisung follow one rule to protect their friendship: never look up what people say about them online. The only problem is that Jisung is too curious for his own good. And boy is this a case of curiosity killing the cat. (…and satisfaction bringing it back, if you catch my drift).

Lance says, voice low and soothing, “Just relax and focus on my hands.” It’s not like Keith can really concentrate on anything else even if he wanted to, especially with the way Lance is being so distracting. His mind is going blank more often than not, but still, he has to ask, “I-is this something you do regularly with your clients?” “What, give massages? That’s kind of my job.” Lance chuckles, hands never stopping even once. He’s deliberately missing the point, even though it’s obvious that he’s aware how this is quickly veering away from being a normal session. “Now, stop thinking so much and just feel.”