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She was his maid.
Quiet. Obedient. Always doing her work without any complaints.

That night, she was folding his clothes— one by one— and placing them neatly in his closet, just the way he liked. The house was silent. Only the soft sound of fabric and her tired breathing filled the air.

She had been cleaning since morning. Washing dishes, mopping floors, dusting every corner. Her arms hurt, her legs were weak, and her eyes were half closed from exhaustion.

As she folded one of his shirts— the black one that smelled faintly like his cologne— she stopped for a moment. The fabric was soft and smooth. Without even thinking, she held it against her body.

It was too big for her.
She smiled weakly. Just for a second.

She slipped it on— only to see how it would look — and laughed quietly at how loose it was on her small frame. The sleeves covered her hands, and the collar hung low over her collarbones.

She didn’t mean to wear it for long.
But after a whole day of nonstop work, her body gave up.

She sat down on his bed for a short rest.
Her head fell against the pillow.
And before she even realized it… she fell asleep.

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The clock ticked past midnight when the front door slammed open.

Taehyung walked in.
Tired. Angry. Stressed.

It was late— too damn late— and he reeked of expensive liquor. His tie hung loosely around his neck, his shirt was half unbuttoned, and his dark hair was messy from running his hands through it too many times. His eyes looked sharp and cold, but there was something dangerous burning behind them— frustration, hunger, and something he couldn’t name.

He dropped his keys on the table with a loud clink.
His jaw tightened as he muttered under his breath,
"Another useless meeting… I swear, if one more idiot—"

But he stopped.

The moment he stepped into his bedroom, his voice died.
His heart skipped a beat.

Because there you were.

Sleeping.
In his bed.

At first, he thought he was imagining things.
But no— you were really there, right in the center of his sheets, wrapped up like a dream he wasn’t supposed to see.

And the worst part?
You were wearing his shirt.

Just his shirt.

The sight made his body freeze for a second. His eyes darkened, slowly moving from your soft, peaceful face… down to the loose fabric hanging off your shoulder.

The shirt swallowed you whole, but it was still too short. Your bare legs peeked out from beneath the hem, your skin glowing softly under the dim yellow light.

His breath hitched.

You looked so small.
So innocent.
So unaware of the chaos you had just caused inside him.

Your lips parted as you sighed in your sleep, hugging his shirt closer— as if it gave you comfort. A quiet sound escaped you, a soft little moan that made his throat tighten.

Taehyung took a step closer, his eyes never leaving you.
Every slow breath you took felt like it was teasing him on purpose.

You looked like sin wrapped in silk.
Untouched. Vulnerable. Tempting.