Tae inhaled sharply. She pushed off the counter, ignoring the sticky trail on her thighs. She focused on her breathing, forcing tears to well—sharp, stinging pools. Slowly, deliberately, she walked naked towards her bedroom. Her hips rolled subtly, letting Mr. Jeon’s essence glisten visibly in the dim hallway light. She pushed the door wider. Jungkook sat rigid on the edge of her bed, head bowed, hands clenched on his knees. He didn’t look up until she stood directly before him.

She climbed silently onto his lap, straddling him. Her wet skin brushed his jeans as she sank down. Her tears spilled over, hot tracks down her cheeks. "Kookie," she whispered raggedly, burying her face against his neck.