The aftermath of everything left you both breathless. You sat on the couch, your muscles aching, your skin still tingling with the remnants of what had just transpired.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was a sight to behold—his hair was a mess, his lips swollen, dark hickeys blooming along his neck and collarbone. He looked wrecked, completely spent, and in the after sex daze just the way you had wanted him to be.