The first light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, painting the room in soft, indistinct shapes. Koo stirred, consciousness returning slowly, wrapped in a cocoon of unfamiliar warmth. Taehyung's arm was still draped heavily across her waist, his body curved protectively – possessively – around hers. And she felt him. Fully hard, impossibly thick, still buried deep inside her from the night before. A low, involuntary moan escaped her lips as awareness surged, the sensation intense and intimate beyond words.

The moan woke him instantly. His arm tightened, pulling her impossibly closer. Before she could fully register the dawn, he was moving.