In the last episode...

So he was even more surprised when he uttered those exact words. “I want all of you. Tonight.”

And now...

Judging by the look on Jin’s face, he never expected that to come out of Anan’s mouth. And he didn’t. Anan seemed kind of shy, and being invited up to his room was more than enough. He’d just been poking fun at him with that small request. 

After he rose to his feet, Jin took Anan’s hand and helped him up as well. He wrapped an arm around the smaller man’s waist, guiding him out of the sauna. The cool air outside of the hot sauna was incredibly refreshing, and it was nice that they were completely alone. They walked to the locker room together, and it was as empty as Jin expected it to be. Anan, on the other hand, was worried the whole time that someone would see them. Even worse, that they’d know what they’d just done with each other. To know for sure was literally impossible, as they weren’t any cameras in the sauna itself, which Anan knew. But the knowledge of that fact didn’t make the fear go away.

“Where’s your locker,” Jin questioned, gazing down at Anan. Their lockers were actually quite close to each other, and Anan couldn't help but think that it was meant to be. At least in some way. The two of them collected their things, then made their way to the room that was awaiting them. The fifteenth floor felt like it was miles away on the way up, and that was the only time Anan questioned his choice. He’d chosen it because he wanted a nice view, but he also didn’t want to be too high up. Not because he was afraid of heights, but because he’d had too many experiences of stopping at several floors on the way up to his, and seeing the elevator open with no one on the other side. Or, even worse, those kids that had this compulsive need to press every button available.

Anan also worried that once they go to his room, the mood would be gone. At least on Jin’s side. He was a perfect stranger and, for all Anan knew, their experience in the sauna was just some kind of moment of weakness for Jin. Maybe he’d changed his mind after the cooler air had hit their skin.

Despite all his concerns, Anan inserted his room key into the slot and opened the door. “Welcome,” he announced, holding the door open for Jin as he walked in. He locked the door behind them, then put his key card into his bag. The same bag that he had to practically fight Jin to carry himself. 

Before doing anything else, Anan went into the closet and secured his bag in the safe there. He didn’t really think Jin would steal from him, but he didn’t want to wake up and wish he’d been more careful. Or to an empty bed. Thinking about it, the latter felt like it would hurt much more. 

In attempted casual fashion, Anan walked back into the bedroom, where Jin was looking around the kitchenette. “Anything I can help you find,” Anan queried as he walked up behind his guest. Jin was about to accept the offer when he finally located the glasses. He looked down at Anan with a smile, “I was trying to get some water. Would you like some? After all, this is your room.”

“Sure.”

Anan sat at the edge of the bed, and Jin leaned on the wall by the kitchenette, as they made idle chat while hydrating their bodies. Anan was the first real life journalist Jin had ever met. It sounded like an amazing career. For someone that appeared to be so mild mannered, the career choice was surprising. Jin wondered what he'd look like at work, hunting down the next big story. 

Jin was an architect, which just made him even more appealing to Anan. He was successful enough that he could control most of his schedule, and he was a very versatile artist. Anan was able to convince Jin to show some of his work, and it was amazing. 

"I have my own style, which shows in everything that I do. But I'm not the one who will be spending all my time in that space, so I do my best to make my clients happy."

"Everything you showed me looks amazing," Anan commented, though he felt it wasn't necessary. He was sure Jin was well aware of how well he did his job. 

Jin grinned, appreciative of the compliment, "thank you." He gestured toward Anan's glass, "I can put that away for you if you're done."

Anan handed it over, "thanks." 

As Jin cleaned up their glasses, Anan’s mind raced with thoughts about the sex they were possibly going to have. And he started to get nervous again. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready, because he was definitely long-overdue for some anal penetration. But he didn’t really know what to expect. Aside from the mechanics of sex, having that experience with another person was extremely intimate, and it could be good, great, okay, or just plain shitty.