It was late. The city hummed beyond the thin curtains, but inside, the house was still. One by one, the others had drifted off—Yoongi passed out on the floor with one earbud in, Hoseok slumped against the couch arm, Jin sprawled dramatically across the love seat.

The door was slightly ajar. Just enough for a sliver of light to spill out. Enough to hear the low murmur of a voice that wasn't Taehyung's usual tone.