Keonho

It was midnight—the dorm was quiet and dark. Keonho, Seonghyeon, and Martin shared a room down the hall while you, Juhoon, and James shared another. You were half asleep, the room was just as dark and quiet as the rest of the dorm. Music was playing off Juhoons phone speaker, James snoring softly as Juhoon just slept quietly. Clothes were left on the floor, the curtains left open—casting a subtle glow from the city lights onto the ceiling. You stirred as your blankets were lifted, warm hands carefully moving your legs apart, sliding up your sides under your hoodie. "Kuki, hey," Keonho murmured into your ear, hands resting on your bare waist as he stayed between your legs, pulling your hips into his lap.