Monday dawned grey and cool. Tae woke first, the unfamiliar quiet pressing in. Jungkook slept heavily beside her, naked, sprawled on his stomach, one arm flung possessively over her hip. His face was relaxed, younger somehow. She smiled softly, brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, and kissed his parted lips. He murmured, shifting closer, but didn’t wake. Careful not to disturb him, Tae slipped from the warm tangle of sheets. Goosebumps prickled her bare skin in the chill air. She padded quietly across the hallway to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.

Hot water sluiced over her aching muscles, easing the lingering soreness in her hips and ass. She leaned her forehead against the cool tile, letting the steam fill her lungs. Her mind drifted – images of Jungkook’s intense focus, his clumsy tenderness, the raw hunger that had shattered his shyness. A slow smile touched her lips. She soaped her breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples, lost in the memory of his mouth.