The warm, lazy silence of the pool house was punctuated only by the steady drip of condensation from a forgotten water bottle. Tae lay nestled against Jungkook’s chest, the scent of their sweat and sex clinging to the air like a secret. His arm was heavy around her, his breathing deep and even. She traced the lines of his muscles with her fingertips, a contented, post-coital ritual.

“Your parents are asking when you’re coming home for the summer,” he murmured again, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.