The grand mansion had settled into a stillness that could only be found in the late hours of the night. The opulent halls and luxurious rooms were now cloaked in a peaceful silence, the only sound being the soft whisper of the wind outside. Minjun lay in his bed, his eyes fixated on the intricately designed ceiling above him. Despite the tranquility surrounding him, his mind refused to quiet down. The events of the day continued to play over and over in his head, a constant and unwelcome companion that kept sleep at bay. Every creak of the floorboards or rustle of fabric seemed to amplify in the quiet, making it impossible for him to find rest.

The memory of Haruto's touch lingered on Minjun's skin like a gentle caress, leaving behind a trail of heat and anticipation. The whispered words that had passed between them still echoed in his mind, each one sending shivers down his spine. Even now, with his eyes closed, he could feel the warmth of Haruto's breath against his ear, the reassuring pressure of his hand on his back, and the tender closeness between them that had sparked a fire within him. It was both thrilling and unsettling, this intense connection with another person that left him wanting more.

As his heart pounded in his chest, Minjun couldn't help but wonder why he felt this way. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and internal conflict as he struggled to make sense of his emotions towards Haruto. He had always been so sure of himself, so confident in his feelings, but now it seemed like everything was muddled.

Sighing deeply, Minjun turned onto his side and stared at the moonlit sky. The stars looked brighter than usual tonight, almost like they were mocking him for being unable to understand what was happening inside him. "I have responsibilities," he reminded himself sternly. "I can't let these feelings distract me from my duties."

As he closed his eyes, an intense image flashed across his mind of Haruto pressing him against the rough stone wall. The heat from their bodies mingled and created a scorching sensation on his skin. His hand that was tracing gentle circles on his cheek slowly traveled down towards his neck, lightly grazing each sensitive spot along the way. It wandered over his chest with purpose, causing shivers to run down his spine as he felt the firm muscles beneath his touch. And lower still, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't deny or ignore.

In his dream, Minjun let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure as Haruto's warm hand traveled to the edge of his trousers. With a teasing touch, it brushed over his growing bulge, sending shivers of anticipation through Minjun's body. The sensation was electric and all-consuming, igniting a fire in his belly that spread rapidly through every inch of his being. He couldn't help but arch into the touch, craving more of Haruto's skilled hands on him.

With a sharp gasp, Minjun's eyes snapped open and he jolted upright in his bed. He frantically scanned the dark, empty room, heart racing and chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The light from the moon outside cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the sense of unease that flooded over him. Sweat trickled down his temple as he reached for the blanket and pulled it back, revealing his flushed body and his member standing at attention. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, collapsing back onto his pillow with a heavy sigh. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck as he closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing thoughts.

His body stirred with desire, and he rolled onto his side as a low growl rumbled in his chest. "I can't admit to something I'm not completely certain of," he muttered to himself, his hand instinctively brushing over his length that strained against the fabric of his pants. Minjun's eyes clenched shut as a shiver shot through him at the sensation. "But I can't help but wonder..." he mused, imagining what it would feel like if the one he desired reached out and touched him instead. The heat between his legs intensified at the thought, driving him closer to the edge of overwhelming desire.

Minjun couldn't help but gasp as his fingers traced the length of his body, pausing at certain spots to press a little harder. He arched his back, feeling a surge of pleasure wash over him, and let out a soft moan. The room was filled with the scent of musky cologne and the sound of his breath coming in ragged bursts. The heat of his own touch mixed with the coolness of the sheets beneath him, sending shivers down his spine. Each movement sent sparks of electricity through his body, building up to an inevitable release.

"Oh, fuck," he growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. His mind was consumed with the image of Haruto's hands on him, sending shivers down his spine and igniting a fire in his core. "Mister... Sato," he moaned softly, each syllable dripping with desire and need. The sound of his own voice fueled the flames within him, urging him to give in to the overwhelming pleasure.

Abruptly, Minjun's hand stopped its slow, rhythmic movement on his own body. His breaths were deep and ragged as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit room. He could feel the weight of the night pressing down on him, reminding him of his responsibilities waiting for him in the early hours of the morning. With a heavy sigh, he turned towards the window and gazed out at the starry sky, lost in thoughts of what tomorrow would bring.

But exhaustion overtook him, pulling him into a deep slumber that was filled with vivid dreams and tangled emotions. In this state, he let go of his worries and surrendered to the healing power of sleep. The room was still and quiet except for the occasional rustle of sheets as Minjun drifted deeper into his wet dreams