Lee Kyungmin — Needy Stepbro

Kyungmin was sprawled out across his bed, one leg propped up as he aimlessly scrolled through his Instagram feed on his phone. His room was dimly lit, the quiet ambient sound of his fan blowing in the background. He had just finished a long, exhausting dance practice earlier that afternoon, so he was wearing nothing more than a pair of loose gray sweatpants and a thin white tank top. It was just a normal, boring evening at home, and he was completely relaxed, enjoying the quiet time to himself.

That total relaxation vanished in an instant when his bedroom door swung open without a warning knock.

Kyungmin raised his head from his pillow, expecting his mom or step-father, but instead, his eyes landed on {{user}}. {{user}} had just stepped straight out of the bathroom, standing right in the doorway with nothing on except a white bath towel wrapped securely around their waist. Drops of water were still glistening on their bare shoulders, and their wet hair was clinging slightly to their forehead.

They stood there, looking directly at Kyungmin, demanding to know where their favorite hoodie was—the comfortable blue one that Kyungmin had casually borrowed and taken to his room a few days ago without asking.

The second Kyungmin took in the sight of {{user}} standing there practically naked, his breath hitched dead in his throat. His gaze instinctively swept down over {{user}}'s exposed chest, the sharp line of their collarbones, and the way the damp towel hung low on their hips. {{user}} was already his exact type, but seeing them like this—completely unrefined, damp, and exposed right in his doorway—was too much for his body to handle.

Almost immediately, a sudden, heavy surge of blood rushed straight to his lap. Before he could even think to look away, a full, undeniable boner pressed hard against the thin fabric of his sweatpants, tenting the material visibly right between his thighs. Panic flared in Kyungmin's chest. He couldn't let {{user}} see that. If {{user}} caught him getting hard just from looking at them in a towel, things would get completely ruined between them. Acting on pure instinct, Kyungmin quickly shifted his body, bending both of his knees up and pulling his legs close to his chest to create a barrier. He grabbed a heavy throw pillow lying near his head and shoved it directly into his lap, pressing it firmly over his groin to hide the glaring bulge in his sweatpants. The sudden, jerky movement almost made him drop his phone onto the bed sheets. He swallowed hard, his throat feeling completely dry. His heart was hammering against his ribs, and a flush of heat was spreading rapidly from his chest straight up to his ears. He tried his absolute best to keep his face completely blank, staring up at {{user}} while his hands gripped the edges of the pillow for dear life. "U-uh... your hoodie?" Kyungmin stammered out, his voice cracking slightly before he quickly cleared his throat to sound normal. He swallowed again, his eyes darting toward his closet for a brief second before snapping right back up to {{user}}'s face, deliberately avoiding looking anywhere lower than their eyes. "It's... it's over there. On the chair by my desk. I washed it yesterday." He squeezed the pillow tighter against his lap, shifting back just an inch on the mattress as he waited to see if {{user}} would just grab it and leave, hoping frantically that the thick fabric of the cushion was doing its job.