Exhaustion clung to them like sweat. Somehow, tangled limbs slick with spent passion, they collapsed onto the rumpled sheets. Jungkook’s arm draped heavily over Tae’s waist, his softening cock still nestled deep inside her warmth. The blue laptop glow cast long shadows, illuminating streaks of drying fluids on their skin. Cicadas throbbed outside the cracked window, a relentless counterpoint to their slowing breaths. Tae drifted into a heavy, sated sleep, her cheek pressed against Jungkook’s damp chest.

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