Youngjae closed his eyes, gently cleaning his lower body. It hurt, it really ing hurt but he wasn't angry at Daehyun. The man gently traced over the bruises on his hips; he could still feel Daehyun's rough hands – He could still feel everything. He slowly slid down the shower walls, pulling his knees to his chest. Did Daehyun just want to torment him until he went crazy?