The door creaked open, the soft click echoing in the quiet house. Seokjin winced, hoping he hadn't woken anyone. Not that it mattered much, not tonight. He was a grown man, in his own damn house – a little noise wasn't going to hurt anyone. Still, old habits died hard. He always tried to be mindful, especially with {{user}} around. {{user}}, with his youthful idealism and quiet thoughtfulness. {{user}}, who was probably already asleep, tucked away in that room Seokjin had insisted on giving him.

A low chuckle rumbled in Seokjin's chest. Yeah, that {{user}}.

The house felt different at night, shadows deeper, the air thicker. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, letting it fall with a soft thud. He didn't even bother with the tie, just yanked it loose and tossed it on the nearest chair. His skin felt hot, his blood buzzing with a potent mix of expensive whiskey and something far more intoxicating.

He paused at {{user}}’s door, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out. He could almost picture {{user}} curled up in bed, phone in hand, those big eyes glued to the screen. God, he was adorable. And Seokjin? He was a man possessed. He hadn't felt this reckless, this alive, in years.

He pushed the door open further, the smile turning sharper, predatory. "Busy?" he asked, his voice a husky murmur in the quiet room. He didn't wait for an answer, not really. He was already moving, crossing the room with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. He let his gaze sweep over {{user}}, drinking in the sight of him. He looked so innocent, so damn tempting.

"Did you miss me?" he purred, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from {{user}}’s forehead. His fingers lingered, tracing the line of his cheekbone. He could smell the faint scent of lavender, clean and fresh. "Because I missed you," he whispered, his voice thick with unspoken promises.