I woke up sharp at eight as if my body was set on an alarm to wake at the same time every day. I guess that was what you would call routine. My body's alarm hadn't gotten the memo that it was the holidays, meaning late nights and even later mornings. It left me wide awake at eight in the morning, unable to fall asleep, but nothing better to do either.

I rolled around in my bed for a good half-an-hour before giving up. Tossing my blankets, grabbing the cosiest sweater I owned along with my bathing products, and stuffing my feet into my bedroom slippers, I headed for the prefect's bathroom.

Was I allowed in there? Not really.

But it was the holidays, meaning there were hardly any prefects left in school. Even if there was someone who used them staying over, it was way too early to even be awake on a holiday.

I should have checked before I waltzed into the prefect's bathroom like I belonged there.

I was unbuttoning my shirt when I saw him.

Blond hair slicked back with water, an amused smile tilting his lips, cheek resting on his knuckles, eyes crinkled as he stared at me.

Even if I had five years of experience sneaking into the prefect's bathroom under my belt, I hadn't accounted for Taehyung staying over as well. It's not that I forgot - how could I? - it was more that I hadn't expected him to be awake. We had gone to bed quite late - wait a minute! When had we gone to bed?

Better yet, how had I ended up in my bed?

The last thing I could remember is stepping out of the alcove with him after Filch chased us around the school.

"Don't stop on my account. Do go on, I was quite enjoying the view."

Taehyung's voice snapped me out of my wandering thoughts.

It took me a moment to realise what he was talking about. When I did, I quickly fisted the open flap of my shirt over my chest, burning up from the neck and upwards.

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be awake," I said, my voice no louder than a whisper, but the echo of the bathroom was loud enough for it to carry to him.

Taehyung tilted his head, his piercing eyes studying me in a way that felt like I was being scanned under an x-ray. He raked a hand through his hair before shrugging.

"What are you doing up little Bunny? You fell asleep on me while walking, I would have expected you to have slept some more."

I'm sure he didn't mean to embarrass me - it also answered how I had ended up on my bed with no memory of it (I didn't even have to wonder how he knew the password to enter the Hufflepuff Common Room) - yet I flushed right down to my toes at the reminder.

He laughed, not waiting for my answer before he turned away.

"Why don't you join me now that you are here?"

I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to be naked and sharing a bath with him. The prefect's bath might be big enough to fit twenty of me in it just fine, and the bubbles he had added covered the surface in a huge pool of white, but it was still Taehyung we were talking about. He didn't rush me. He stayed silent for so long, humming under his breath as he washed, and I started to think he forgot I was even in the bathroom with him.

After what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a few painstakingly long seconds, I decided it would be a waste of time to trudge all the way back to the dorm to take a bath. I might as well join him and be done with it. We were both boys and he had covered the bath with enough bubbles that it was on the brink of overflowing.

I cast a glance at him.

Nope, he still had his back turned to me.

Releasing a heavy breath, I hurried to chuck my clothes to the side and get inside the bath. The splash I made in my hurry to get in made him freeze, but he didn't turn around.

"You didn't answer, why didn't you sleep longer?"

His voice was level, continuing our previous conversation as if it had never been interrupted. He also sounded like he had no problem talking to the air, keeping his back turned to me.

"Ur - I couldn't sleep. My body hasn't caught up with the holiday spirit yet," I answered. I watched his broad back as he made as if to turn around but then stopped himself at the last second. "Hyung, you can turn around now."

For the way his shoulders sagged, I would have expected him to turn around. Instead, he dived underwater (yes, it was deep enough to swim in).

I should not have relaxed so soon.

I felt long fingers gripping my waist before I had a face full of Taehyung. Mischief danced a dazzling number on his iris as he stared down at me. Thin pink lips quirked in a smirk that screamed 'not good for your heart'.

His weight had caused me to stumble back to the edge of the bath. The rim dug into the small of my back. My fingers clutched the edge, turning my knuckles white. He trailed one finger up the curve of my waist, blunt nails scraping against my skin until he cupped my nape. His other hand stayed pressed against my waist, his hold light but heavy.

I had to bite down hard on my lip to hold back the whimper I could feel building on the back of my throat. My ragged breath and the way my body trembled against his touch were things I couldn't exactly control. My mind fogged too much with how close he was, his breath brushing against my lips as he stared into my soul.

"Let me wash your hair."

His voice was no louder than a whisper. Its texture was somewhat hoarse, the lower octave plunging it that much deeper.

He didn't give me the chance to decline his offer before he was tipping my head back, his body bending over mine, fingers releasing their hold on my waist to pour a handful of water into my hair.

It was nowhere near enough to drench me, there was not enough water to even make my hair wet. However, the way he stared at the rivulet trailing down my face gave me the impression he was about to lick the path upward. My heart skipped a beat when the thought crossed my mind, lips parting around a harsh breath.

This snapped his attention to my lips and I swear his pupils dilated as he stared at my lips. His gaze turned so heated I could feel my whole body burning up. His touch remained gentle as his fingers slipped into my hair, running them up to cup the back of my head from my nape. There was a tightness in his body that contradicted his light touch.

After a long moment that seemed to last forever, he pulled away, his hand slipping from my nape to wrap around my wrist instead, the other falling off my waist. He mumbled something under his breath.

"...like sin -" were the only words I caught over the sound of my wild heartbeat.

Sucking in a deep breath for the first time since he crowded me into the end of the bath, I felt light-headed.

I'm not even going to use that as an excuse for why I followed him deeper into the water. I would have followed him regardless of how I was feeling, clear-headed or not. That was how much power he held over me - I was starting to think he was catching up to that fact as well.

With a gentle push, he had me dip into the water, letting my hair soak, but not holding me down. When he was satisfied with the wetness of my hair, he made me sit and squeezed a glob of strawberry smelling shampoo into his hand. The scent was pleasant, not strong enough to give me a headache. What got me was the fact that he used his shampoo and not the one I had discarded on the edge of the bath when I entered.

I didn't have time to revel in this discovery before thin fingers were massaging into my scalp. The pressure and smooth strokes ripped a moan out of my mouth before I could stop it, my body slumping as my head tilted into his touch.

His chuckles sounded close to my ear but I was feeling too good to open my eyes to see exactly how close he was to me. The fact that I could feel the heat of his body said enough about how close he was.

Silence prevailed - my spaced out moans not counting - as he meticulously washed my hair. The drag of his fingers through my hair, the gentle but firm massage to my scalp so good, the heat of the water surrounding me like a warm cocoon, that I would have fallen right back asleep if my nerves weren't buzzing so pleasantly under his touch.

It was only when his hand slipped out of my hair, cupping my neck and using the momentum to tilt my head up that I opened my eyes. He was so close to my face his lips were brushing against mine with each inhale of breath I took.

He looked as frozen as me when our eyes met.

"Done," He whispered before he pulled away. Fingers slow, but pulling away from me completely, not a single touch remaining.

When my hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, stopping his retreat, it was pure instinct.

"Hyung, let me return the favour."

The words were out of my mouth before I even had time to register them. I blurted them out the moment the thought of no longer being as close to him came to the forefront of my mind.

The surprise in his expression had me flushing, dropping my gaze to the water, but not releasing his hand. He laughed under his breath as he took a step back towards me, tanding so close that only a thin sheet of water separated our bodies. Hooking a finger under my chin, he lifted my gaze back to his. His gaze was fond despite clicking his tongue.

"You don't have to do anything, sweetheart."

"But I want to... Please?"

He studied my eyes before sighing. Without a word, he turned around and sat down. Guiding the hand I held to his hair, he pressed my palm flat on top of his head.

"Do what you please."

With an excited little hum, I got working.

Before I could reach behind me for his shampoo bottle, he was already pressing mine into my palm. I could feel the smugness radiating off him in waves when I paused in confusion. There was no need to see his face to know the shit-eating grin he was sporting.

Still very much confused - had he switched up our shampoo bottle without realising? - but not questioning him, I squeezed out a generous amount, rubbing my palms to warm it before applying to his hair.

The groan he let out made my heart soar (and heat shoot straight to my nether regions).

Once again the bathroom was consumed in silence as I worked on his hair. However the sigh he let out when I massaged his neck had me moving on to his shoulders and half his back as well.

"Oh Bunny, you are so good at this," Taehyung said. Well, more like grunted. He reached behind to stop my hand. Fingers sliding between mine before he was turning around to face me again.

I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly, face heating up at the smile he gave me. I had no idea how to reply to him as this was the first time anyone had said so to me. Thankfully, he understood this and went on talking.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, we should get out. I hate my fingers pruning." He said but made no move to do as he said. If anything his hands snaked around my waist, fingers gliding over my skin with the lightest of touches that I had to force my body not to arch into his touch.

He took a step closer, pressing out foreheads together, finger tracing the length of my spine, voice dipping low. "We should do this sometime again. Maybe I'll even be willing to give you a proper massage."

Then he was moving away, back muscles constricting as he hauled himself out of the bath, not at all bothered by the fact he was very much naked and my eyes were glued on him.

Meanwhile, I was having a whole identity crisis. I was sure I had died and gone to heaven. No way did Kim Taehyung just whisper that into my ear. Or maybe I stayed in the water for too long and my mind was just playing tricks on me.

Yeah, that must be it. I must be hallucinating. Or sleep-walking. Or something, because Kim Taehyung, the love of my life, did not just whisper what he did in my ear. He did not!

Merlin's shaggy underpants!

I must be going insane.

"You alright over there Bunny?"

I jumped, head snapping up to find Taehyung crouched at the end of the bath, looking like he was just about to plunge back into the water. Concern pulling his brows together as he stared me down.

"What? Oh, yes. I'm fine," I said as I hurried to get moving out of the water.

He tilted his head, giving me a curious look, but then went right back to dry himself. He kept his back turned to me, giving me the privacy I didn't ask for but very much appreciated.

Silence settled around us, but there was nothing awkward about it.

"Meet you at breakfast Bunny, don't disappear on me again," Taehyung called as he gathered his stuff to leave.

Face burning, I looked over my shoulder to protest, but he was already gone. The door clicking shut without a sound, leaving me alone in the bathroom with a wildly beating heart and falling even deeper for a certain blond-haired Slytherin.