The laundry room smelled like detergent and something muskier—something distinctly him. Tae sorted through the hamper with distracted fingers, separating dark fabrics from light. Her mind still buzzed from last night: Jungkook's teeth on her inner thigh, his praise hot against her damp skin. A shiver ran down her spine.
Then her fingers snagged on silk. His boxers. Damp. Stiff.




















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