The Jeon mansion smelled like coffee and sex. Tae padded into the kitchen wearing nothing but Jungkook’s oversized white shirt, the buttons straining to cover her breasts. Her thighs still trembled from the night before.
Jungkook sat at the counter, hair messy, sipping his mug. He looked up at her with that lazy smirk that always made her knees weak.























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