It happened again three nights later.
Taehyung had not taken any pills this time. He wanted to stay awake. He wanted to prove to himself that the sounds were not real. That his mind was not making things up.
He lay in bed with his eyes open. Staring at the ceiling. Listening to the house settle around him.
At first there was nothing. Just silence. The wind outside. The clock ticking in the hallway.
Then it started.
A low sound through the wall. A breath. Then another.
Then the moaning.
"Taehyung..."
Taehyung's hands gripped the blanket. No. Not again.
"Taehyung... ah... yes... Taehyung..."
The voice was clearer this time. No music playing. No TV. Just Jungkook's voice coming through the thin wall like he wanted to be heard.
Taehyung sat up in bed. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. He pressed his hands over his ears.
But the sounds still came through.
"Taehyung... you're so beautiful... Taehyung..."
This was not a dream. This was not his imagination. This was real. Jungkook was saying his name. On purpose. In the middle of the night. While doing... that.
Taehyung's breathing was shallow. He had to do something. He could not just lie here and listen to this every night. He had to confront him. Had to tell him to stop. Had to make it clear that this was wrong.
He got out of bed. His bare feet touched the cold floor. He stood there for a moment, trying to steady himself. His body was shaking.
He walked to his bedroom door and opened it slowly. The hallway was dark. Only the small light above the stairs was on, casting a faint orange glow.
Jungkook's door was slightly open. A thin line of light came from inside.
And the sounds were louder now.
"Taehyung... ah... dad... Taehyung..."
Taehyung walked down the hall. Each step felt heavy. His legs did not want to move but he made them. He had to end this. He had to look Jungkook in the face and tell him this had to stop.
He reached the door. His hand hovered over it. The sounds from inside were so clear now. The breathing. The moaning. His name over and over.
He pushed the door open.
"Jungkook, I need to talk to—"
He stopped.
The room was dim. Just a small lamp on the nightstand. Jungkook was on the bed. Naked. Completely naked. His back against the headboard. His legs spread. His hand wrapped tight around himself. Moving slowly. Up and down.
His eyes were closed. His head tilted back. His lips were parted. Sweat on his chest and stomach.
And he was moaning Taehyung's name.
"Taehyung... yes... right there..."
Taehyung could not move. His feet were glued to the floor. His eyes were frozen on what he was seeing. He knew he should look away. He knew he should turn around and leave. But his body would not listen.
Jungkook's hand moved faster. His hips lifted slightly off the bed. His muscles tightened. The sounds grew louder. More desperate.
"Ah... Taehyung... I want you... I want—"
Then Jungkook opened his eyes.
