The shower spray pelted Tae’s trembling back, washing away tears and the slick mess between her thighs. Jungkook held her upright, his arms locked around her waist, forehead pressed to her shoulder. "I’m sorry," he rasped again, voice raw. "I didn’t mean to—"

Tae silenced him with a weak shake of her head, turning in his embrace. "Shut up," she breathed, kissing his collarbone. "Just... clean me." He obeyed, hands gentle now as soap slid over her bruised skin, fingertips tracing the curve of her ass where redness bloomed. She winced but pressed closer. "Still want me wrecked?" he whispered. Tae’s laugh was hoarse. "Always."

They stumbled out on unsteady legs, dripping onto the worn bathroom rug. Jungkook grabbed a towel, wrapping it around Tae first, rubbing warmth into her arms. His gaze lingered on the angry mark near her hip—his teeth, she realized—and he flushed. "

Clothes?" Tae murmured, nodding towards his dresser. Jungkook rifled through drawers, pulling out a soft, faded grey Harvard hoodie. "This okay?" Tae let the towel drop. She took the hoodie, sliding it on slowly. The fabric swallowed her frame, hanging past her thighs, sleeves covering her fingertips. She left it unzipped, bare skin flashing beneath as she turned. "Comfy," she declared, stretching lazily. Jungkook stared, towel clutched to his waist, cheeks flushing crimson.

"Kookie," Tae purred, stepping closer. She tugged his towel away, letting it pool at his feet. His cock twitched, half-hard again. "Still shy?" She traced his jawline. "After all that noise you made?" Jungkook ducked his head, but his hands settled on her hips beneath the hoodie, thumbs brushing bare skin.

"You... wearing anything under this?" he mumbled. Tae grinned, catching his earlobe between her teeth. "Guess." His fingers slipped higher, grazing the curve of her ass—then froze. Tae laughed, low and wicked. "Found out?" She pressed against him, the thick fabric the only barrier. "Your hoodie. My skin. That’s all." Jungkook groaned, pulling her flush. "You’re gonna kill me."

"Stay," he blurted, nuzzling her neck. "Tonight. Tomorrow too." His palms smoothed over her back beneath the hoodie. "My parents won’t be back until Monday morning."

Tae tilted her head. "Want me to sleep here? In your bed?" Jungkook nodded, earnest. "Just... be here." She kissed him, soft and lingering. "Okay."

Hunger eventually drove them downstairs. Jungkook pulled on sweatpants, still shirtless, while Tae padded barefoot in his oversized hoodie. They raided his sparse fridge—eggs, leftover rice, shriveled scallions. Jungkook cracked eggs into a bowl, hands clumsy. Tae leaned against the counter beside him, hoodie gaping open as she reached past him for a spatula. Her breast brushed his arm. He fumbled, yolk dripping onto the counter.

"Distracted?" Tae teased, licking the spill from his bicep. Jungkook shuddered. "Always." She snatched the bowl, whisking furiously. "Watch the master." But as she poured the mixture into the sizzling pan, Jungkook’s hands slid under the hoodie, palms warm on her hips, lips tracing her shoulder. Tae arched back against him. "Keep that up," she warned, breath catching as his thumbs grazed her ribs, "and breakfast will burn." His chuckle rumbled against her spine. "Worth it."

They ate cross-legged on the living room floor, plates balanced on knees. Jungkook watched Tae shovel rice, sauce glistening on her lip. He leaned over, wiping it away with his thumb—then sucked it clean. Tae’s fork paused. The air thickened instantly. She kicked her plate aside, crawling onto his lap, straddling him. The hoodie rode up her thighs. "Still hungry?" she breathed, grinding down on the hardening ridge beneath his sweats. Jungkook groaned, hands gripping her ass. "Famished." He flipped her onto the rug, pinning her wrists, devouring her mouth. The forgotten food cooled beside them.

Later, the afternoon sun slanted through dusty blinds. Tae lay sprawled on her stomach across Jungkook’s bed, the hoodie hiked to her waist, bare ass exposed. Jungkook traced lazy patterns down her spine, over the fading bruises. His fingers dipped lower, tracing the swollen, tender rim she’d offered him earlier. Tae sighed into the pillow.

"Sore?" he murmured, kissing the small of her back. "A little." She rolled onto her side, pulling him close. "Still want more?" His cock pressed hot against her thigh. "Always," he echoed her word, hand sliding between her legs, finding her slick and ready despite the ache. She guided him inside her wet heat this time, sighing as he filled her slowly. "Just like this," she whispered, rocking gently against him. "Slow... deep... perfect." They moved together, a languid, sun-drenched rhythm punctuated by soft sighs and whispered praise.

Jungkook buried his face in her neck, murmuring brokenly how real she felt, how tight, how his. Tae arched back, dissolving into a quiet, trembling climax that pulled him shuddering after her. They drifted asleep tangled together, skin sticky, the room smelling of sex and shared sweat. Outside, a lawnmower droned—the world carrying on, oblivious to their insatiable bubble.