It was past midnight already.
Ruaan had spent the past few hours eating dinner... whatever they served on the plate, he hadn't even checked... and came back to the cell alone. The rest of his cellmates had gone to shower.
He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Yoon was the first to return. He came in wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist, using the larger one to dry his hair and chest, moving around the cell like he wasn't actively making sure Ruaan could see everything.
He sat on his bed with his legs apart, letting the small towel do the bare minimum.
Ruaan glanced over once.
He saw what was happening at the side of that towel and looked back at the ceiling.
"You're not going to shower?" Yoon asked, casual, like he was making conversation. "You know we've got until some time next week."
"I don't feel like it."
Yoon's brows came together.
