The news came Friday morning a brief phone call Taehyung’s voice clipped authoritative over speakerphone. "Need to go back, check the fields, the house." His eyes cold arrowed straight to Koo pinning her to her kitchen stool as Namjoon nodded concerned. "Of course Appa, take care of the things and come back."

A hollow ache twisted low in Koo’s belly lower still deep between her thighs. His cock gone. The brutal stretch the flooding heat the possessive ache vanishing. She stared into her cooling coffee face carefully blank nails digging crescent moons into her palms beneath the table.