They collapsed onto the rumpled Frette sheets without cleaning up, Tae's thigh still hooked over Kook's hip as exhaustion dragged them under. Her last conscious thought was the way his fingers unconsciously twined with hers in the dark.

Morning light spilled across Tae's bare shoulder first. Jungkook woke to the soft press of lips tracing his jaw—slow, drowsy kisses that lacked last night's desperation. His hand slid up her bare back on instinct, fingers splaying between her shoulder blades as she nuzzled into his throat. Something clenched in his chest when she sighed against his skin, her leg shifting between his like they'd slept this way for years.