Sunlight stabbed through the curtains when Jungkook stirred—warm skin beneath his cheek, something soft and yielding pillowing his face. He inhaled; milk and jasmine flooded his senses. His eyes flew open. Tae’s nipple, pink and swollen, hovered inches from his mouth. His cock jerked against her thigh, already hard.

"Fuck," he croaked, scrambling back. The couch creaked. A blanket slid off their tangled legs, baring Tae completely—her thighs glistening, breasts marked by his teeth. His stomach lurched. "Did I—" His voice cracked. "Did I hurt you?"