The next morning dawned bright and cruel. Tae moved with a languid, satisfied looseness, humming softly as she poured Dohyun’s coffee. The deep-seated ache Jungkook had ignited and then filled still simmered pleasantly beneath the surface.
Dohyun kissed her goodbye, a chaste peck on the lips compared to Jungkook’s bruising invasion. "Be good, my love," he murmured, oblivious.






















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