Few days later the heavy tread of Taehyung’s boots echoed on the porch a heartbeat before the front door swung open. Koo froze dish towel clenched tight her pulse leaping like a trapped bird against her ribs. Relief hot and visceral flooded her aching core only to twist into sharp dread as Taehyung’s eyes dark hungry ravenous locked onto hers across the hallway.

Namjoon grinning swept forward embracing his father oblivious. “Appa! Glad you’re back!” Taehyung’s gaze never left Koo a silent promise heavy threatening as he clapped Namjoon’s shoulder. “Couldn’t stay away,” he murmured the roughness in his voice scraping Koo’s nerves raw making her skin prickle with anticipation and fear.