Rain still fell heavy outside, tapping the windows like impatient fingers.
Inside the dim apartment, the candlelight was fading. Jungkook had fallen asleep curled up beside Taehyung on the couch, his head on Taehyung's chest, fingers still clutching his sweater like a lifeline.
Taehyung hadn't moved for hours.
His arm stayed draped protectively around the smaller boy, every breath syncing with Jungkook's.
He kept telling himself to stand. To walk away. To leave before it became too much.
But then...
Jungkook stirred.
A quiet sigh escaped his lips. His fingers tightened slightly in the fabric.
And then it happened.
A soft, breathy moan — barely a whisper, but devastating.
"Taehyung..."
Taehyung's entire body went rigid.
His heart slammed in his chest. Heat shot through his veins like wildfire.
He looked down slowly.
Jungkook's cheeks were flushed. Lips parted. He was clearly dreaming. Completely unaware.
But that sound… his name moaned like that? Sweet and unfiltered? Destroyed him.
Taehyung's jaw clenched.
"Fuck…" he breathed, eyes darkening.
He couldn't stop staring.
The way Jungkook's hoodie had ridden up just enough to reveal soft, pale thighs… how his breath hitched, like he was dreaming of something naughty. How he whimpered again, shifting slightly—
Taehyung's fingers twitched, hungry to touch.
He leaned in just a little, his breath now brushing Jungkook's ear.
He smells like peaches and dreams, Taehyung thought, fighting every sinful urge in his body.
And then…
Jungkook opened his eyes.
Sleepy. Confused. Blinking up at the older man whose face was now just inches away.
"Tae…hyung…?"
Taehyung didn't move.
His voice was low. Rough. Barely restrained.
"You were dreaming about me."
Jungkook's eyes widened.
"I—n-no— I didn't mean—"
Taehyung leaned closer, gaze dropping to his lips.
"You moaned."
"I didn't—!"
"You said my name like you needed me."
Jungkook's body trembled under the intensity of his stare.
"T-Taehyung…"
The corner of Taehyung's mouth curved — not into a smile, but something far more dangerous.
"Do you even know," he whispered, "what you're doing to me?"