The penthouse bedroom was cloaked in midnight hush, the only sounds the distant hum of Seoul traffic and Taehyung's soft, even breaths. He slept curled on his side, wearing his favorite night set: a soft, oversized pale pink cotton sleep shirt that draped loosely over his curves, the hem riding up to mid-thigh, and matching satin shorts that clung to his hips and the gentle swell of his mound. The thin fabric had twisted slightly in sleep, one strap of the shirt slipping off his shoulder to bare the smooth curve of his breast, nipple faintly visible through the material. Between his thighs, the satin shorts were already damp at the crotch-Taehyung's body always responded to dreams of roughness, pussy lips plump and slick even in rest.

Jungkook lay behind him, arm draped over Taehyung's waist in a loose, "sleeping" hold, his own loose gray sleep pants tented with a persistent half-hard cock pressed against Taehyung's ass. His breathing was deliberately slow, eyes slitted just enough to watch everything.