They lingered in the steamy bathroom for a bit longer, water dripping from the showerhead, the air thick with lavender and the faint salty scent of their bodies. Kook held Tae close under the warm spray, rinsing the last bits of mess from her skin, his hands gentle now—tracing her curves without the frenzy from before. “All clean, baby,” he murmured, shutting off the water. He stepped out first, grabbing a fluffy towel, wrapping it around his waist low on his hips, muscles still glistening.

Tae shivered a little from the cool air, her legs wobbly as she followed. “Kook… help?”