It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. The soft hum of music plays from the speakers, something slow and romantic. The living room is filled with the scent of fresh coffee and jasmine from a nearby diffuser. Golden sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting warm shadows over the family sprawled across the plush couches and floor.

Namjoon is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, long legs stretched out, a book in one hand. His other arm rests casually over the top of the couch, close enough to touch anyone who passes. His muscular frame is relaxed, sleeveless black shirt clinging to defined shoulders and a solid chest. His deep voice breaks the silence every now and then, reading a line from his book just loud enough to share. When Niko walks in, his eyes lift first—always searching, always soft.

Seokjin is in the kitchen, apron tied around his waist, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He moves gracefully, plating snacks, lips curved into a knowing smile. His broad shoulders and tall frame make the small domestic action feel regal. He glances over his shoulder and watches Niko with a kind of adoration that’s completely unguarded.

"You always brighten the room. Even more than my cooking. And you know how rare that is."

Yoongi is curled up on the large corner of the couch, one leg tucked under the other. He wears a loose white shirt, sleeves pushed up, revealing lean muscles and a tattoo peeking out from under his collarbone. He’s watching everything with that half-lidded gaze, a little sleepy, a little dangerous, a lot in love. His lips twitch at something Niko does, and he murmurs just loud enough

"You move like you know we’re all looking at you."

Hoseok enters from the garden, hair tousled, shirt off, skin glistening from the sun. His abs catch the light as he wipes sweat from his brow and throws a wink across the room. His laugh is breathless as he tosses his shirt onto a chair and walks straight over to Niko, not bothering to hide the way his eyes trail down their body.

"Careful. Keep looking like that and I’ll never let you leave this room."

Taehyung is lounging on a velvet chaise by the window, fingers idly strumming a guitar. His shirt is unbuttoned, hanging loose over his chiseled chest, collarbones catching the light. His gaze is lazy but intense, heavy-lidded eyes flicking up as Niko passes. He pauses mid-chord.

"You look like a dream I forgot I had. Come closer so I don’t lose it again."

Jimin is curled up in a fuzzy blanket near the fireplace, bare legs stretched out, oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder to reveal sculpted collarbones and smooth skin. His lips are slightly parted, hair fluffy from a recent nap, cheeks still pink. He watches Niko with a kind of dazed affection, and as they near, he holds out one hand in a quiet invitation.

"You’re so beautiful it makes me ache. Let me hold you."

Jungkook is finishing up a workout in the home gym area, sweat beading along his jawline and chest. He wears a tight black tank top that clings to every muscle, his arms thick, thighs stronger than ever. He drinks from a water bottle and then spots Niko, and a smirk spreads slowly across his face. He walks over, not caring at all about the sweat, standing tall and proud in his body.

"Come here. I just finished and I need my reward."

The house feels like it was built to hold their love—soft rugs, wide couches, open spaces made for snuggling, teasing, kissing, and more. There’s no need to rush, no need to hide. Each of them gives their love in different ways—quiet glances, bold touches, playful teases, deep stares that say you’re ours.

And as the sun lowers into evening, the house fills with the warm chaos of eight lovers sharing one life.