perhaps a bad time for a threadfic, idk that a lot of people are on right now, but i'm jazzed about writing this right now, so here we are

cw // fem cis afab bangtan, possibly somnophilia https://twitter.com/cryptidlesbean/status/1307429836282040320

jungha is lurking by her bedroom door like a ghost, which is a thing she does sometimes if it's late & she wants something

"i'm awake," namjoo calls out softly because she knows that's the answer to the question jungha is silently asking

jungha fully materializes in the doorway

"hi unnie," she says, "are you busy?"

namjoo looks down exaggeratedly at herself, the self that's lying in bed wearing grubby athletic shorts and a tank top and mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

"incredibly," she says, "i'm in the middle of a billion won business deal."

jungha rolls her eyes. "i know you're not *busy* busy, i'm just-"

"yeah, i know, you're being considerate," namjoo says, "i'm honestly wide awake and would love a problem to solve. what's up?"

"oh, i don't have a problem," jungha says quickly

"i just wrote some lyrics?" she says all in one breath, "and i was hoping you would maybe take a look at them?"

namjoo smiles. "absolutely," she says, patting the bed next to her, inviting jungha to sit.

she's always said yes any time any of the younger ones asked for her help with songwriting, at first just because she wanted to make sure she was being encouraging, but quickly just because it was a joy to look at their work. they're all getting so thoughtful lately. it's nice.

jungha happily bounces onto the bed next to her. she's wearing one of the giant tshirts she always sleeps in and her hair's still a little damp from the shower. namjoo resist the urge to coo over the little tendrils that are curling around her ears.

sometimes jungha likes to be babied and sometimes she wants to be taken very seriously and namjoo can't always be relied on to tell the difference, but now is definitely a serious time.

"so it's about when you like someone and you just want to know everything about them, you know?" jungha starts as she pulls up the lyrics on her phone, "but i'm worried about it coming off as creepy? like, yes i want to know things about you, but only what you want to tell me."

"sure. we love to respect boundaries," namjoo says, "let me take a look."

it's already a good song. the premise is solid and jungha has some good turns of phrase already. namjoo really only feels the need to offer suggestions on how to improve some awkward phrasing, so they work on that for a bit.

but eventually namjoo says, "so the bridge. i'm thinking-" and looks up to realize that jungha is fast asleep against her shoulder.

namjoo snorts. it's very like jungha to come in worried that she's inconveniencing someone with a request without realizing she's in fact the one who's not up for it. she snaps a photo & sends it to the group chat.

jimin replies immediately with a mess of positive but otherwise indecipherable emojis. everyone else is silent, probably asleep already. they'll see it in the morning.

namjoo doesn't have the heart to wake jungha up and resigns herself to being a human pillow for the time being.

she manages to grab her notebook off her nightstand without disturbing jungha. she's in writing mode now, she can just work on her own lyrics until she falls asleep. she's got one going right now that's still in that nebulous stage where she's not sure what it is yet

she can poke around at that one and hope it starts to take form.

she makes a little progress, but jungha keeps squirming around her. she's always been like a barnacle when she sleeps, gradually entangling all her limbs around you, until you're a single mass.

namjoo silently laughs as jungha mashes her face into her neck and weaves her arms into hers. this is inconvenient, but it's adorable. it's time to give up on notebook writing for the night. whatever. back to mindless phone scrolling until she's ready to sleep

it's nice for a while, aimlessly reading news articles on naver with jungha's warm weight against her and the apple smell of her shampoo filling her nose. but then jungha let's out a snuffly little sleep noise & drags her hand up onto namjoo's boob & namjoo's soul leaves her body

"hot," immediately says namjoo's traitorous horny brain, "very hot. an incredibly sexy situation."

"nooo," whispers actual namjoo miserably. this is terrible. she's terrible. jungha is a baby. and she's asleep. she's a sleeping baby and namjoo is a pervert.

namjoo has resigned herself to being vaguely horny about all her members all the time in the same way that she's vaguely horny about basically everything. it's just background radiation at this point. but jungha though...

jungha's an adult now, older now than namjoo was when they got their first music show win, but it's DIFFERENT with jungha. jungha was 15 when they met. jungha based the entire trajectory of her life on a single video of namjoo and she's still not sure she deserved that faith.

and jungha's still so cute even though she's also now, unfortunately, very sexy, and namjoo simply can't deal with it. she refuses. even though her nipple is getting hard under jungha's hand and probably she's going to have to deal with it in the next few minutes

she ends up panic texting jimin "just a casual evening of getting felt up by the maknae" because if she does that, then now it's a joke, the whole thing is ridiculous, EVERYTHING IS FINE

"ai, that kid, what a goofball," jimin texts back, which only makes namjoo feel worse. jimin would never get turned on by jungha's perfectly innocent unconscious actions, because jimin is a normal person, unlike namjoo, history's greatest monster

namjoo takes a deep breath. she's spiraling. but it's okay. her therapist is going to be very proud of her for recognizing it as it's happening. this is okay. she's okay. what's actually happening? hardly anything. just some accidental nonsexual touching-

and then jungha *squeezes* her tit and let out a little noise that is *decidedly* sexual. and namjoo decides to simply pass away. it's time for her to leave this earthly coil to be with taeyeon's angels because the list of things she can handle right now does not include this

okay, first she has to untangle herself from jungha because letting her keep going like this while she's asleep & namjoo is awake would be objectively unethical. fuck, can she do it without waking her? she's worried jungha will be embarrassed & that's unfair, this isn't her fault

but as she tries to gently start to lean away from her, jungha throws a leg over hers and at first namjoo thinks the problem is that this is going to prevent her from getting away. but oh no. it's so much worse than that.

jungha is now firmly straddling namjoo's thigh. and jungha, it turns out, isn't wearing anything underneath that giant shirt. jungha's asleep and having what must be an incredible dream and is now grinding her bare pussy up against namjoo

"oh my god," namjoo sobs. it's just. god, it feels incredible. her pussy just feels so soft against the hard muscle of namjoo's thigh and she's making the softest little moans into namjoo's neck. namjoo's absolutely getting wet now. she's going straight to hell.

she immediately starts gently shaking jungha's shoulder. she has to wake her up now, even if she's mortified, she can't let this continue. "hey," she says, "jungha, sorry, i'm sorry, you need to wake up."

jungha blearily blinks her eyes awake ("cute" namjoon's dumb brain unhelpfully supplies). "mmmph. what?" she says and tries to orient herself in time and space. namjoo can see it on her face as she realizes what happened.

"nooooo," she whines gently as she cringes herself straight into namjoo's shoulder, "oh my god, unnie, i am so sorry."

"shh, no, it's okay," namjoo says soothingly.

"no it's NOT," jungha insists to a point somewhere west of namjoo's clavicle.

"hey, no, this isn't your fault," namjoo insists, "you were asleep."

"well yeah, but this still sucks. i've clearly made you uncomfortable."

"i'm not-" namjoo tries to start.

"yes you are! i'm looking right at you! you're all flushed and squirmy and i did that and it's awful!"

oh. oh she thinks... and namjoo looks up at the ceiling and sighs because this is the absolute worst, but she can't just let jungha go on thinking she's disgusting when it is in fact namjoo who's disgusting.

"and we were just having a discussion about the importance of boundaries!" jungha is now saying, slightly hysterically, "and then i VIOLATED your boundaries!"

"i'm wet," namjoo says morosely.

"huh?"

"i'm wet," she repeats, "i look flushed because i got insanely turned on."

"oh," says jungha in genuine surprise.

"it's not...you're not the person who should feel bad here," namjoo continues, "you were asleep and you didn't know what was happening, but *i* did, and-" but she's cut off by jungha suddenly surging forward to kiss her

namjoo gets swept up in it, just for a moment, before breaking away. "no, jungha, we can't," she insists, "i'm terrible, i've been incredibly inappropriate with you."

"unnie," jungha says incredulously, "what are you talking about? i obviously want that."

"that's. what? no," namjoo says, articulately, "it's not-"

jungha looks anguished. "i honestly don't understand you," she says, "i want to fuck you so bad. it's embarrassingly obvious. everyone knows. everyone except for you apparently."

"i. what?" namjoo says. her brain is shutting down. that can't possibly be true.

"unnie," jungha says more gently, "do you want to fuck me? not 'should you want to fuck me?' just. do you?"

she's looking up into her eyes with such affection. namjoo sighs. "yeah," she whispers.

jungha's face breaks out into a smile. "great!" she says and grinds down her pussy where it's still up against namjoo's thigh.

"oh my god," namjoo groans and slips her hands underneath jungha's shirt to squeeze her ass

"fuck, this is so hot," jungha breathes into namjoo's neck as she swivels her hips, "god, your thighs. this is amazing, it's like i've somehow manifested every horny thought i ever had as a teenager."

"fuck," namjoo says, "please don't talk about when you were a teenager

jungha giggles, but otherwise doesn't acknowledge her. "god, i just really want to put my mouth all over your tits," she says, "can i?"

"knock yourself out," namjoo says a little helplessly.