An hour later.
Yes. An hour.
Not ten minutes.
Not twenty minutes.
An entire, glorious, debaucherous hour.
And now, we are seated at a very fancy, very beautiful restaurant inside the ski lodge
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one that probably sees actual civilized guests—and I am fighting for my life.
Jin oppa and I?
Completely. Wrecked.
Sore.
Barely functioning.
Meanwhile—
Tae, Namjoon, and Yoongi?
Smug. Smug. SMUG.
Grinning like they own this place.
Like they didn’t just commit crimes against our bodies in the span of sixty minutes.
I shift in my chair—immediately regret it—and let out a soft, barely concealed whimper.
Yoongi, sitting beside me, picks up his wine glass with a completely satisfied smirk, not even sparing me a glance.
I glare at him. “You—” I lower my voice, seething, “—are a fucking menace.”
His lips twitch as he swirls his wine like some kind of evil prince, voice low and teasing. “Mmm. And yet, you were the one begging.”
I choke. “I hate you.”
Yoongi leans in, voice dangerous, just for me. “No, kitten. You love me.”
A fresh wave of heat crawls up my neck, and I immediately reach for my water, gulping it down before I combust.
Across the table—
Jin oppa is no better.
He looks ruined.
Hair still slightly messy, lips red and swollen, and his posture? Stiff—like his entire body is protesting any sudden movement.
And the worst part?
Namjoon and Tae are just sitting there like the absolute menaces they are.
Grinning.
Sipping their drinks.
Like they didn’t just spend the last hour making sure Jin oppa wouldn’t be able to walk properly for the rest of the trip.
Jin oppa lets out a slow, suffering sigh, gripping his fork with the kind of restraint only a top-tier lawyer possesses.
Namjoon, ever the shithead, nudges his shoulder. “Hyung, you good?”
Oppa’s eye twitches.
He turns his head so slowly, voice lethal.
“Don’t speak to me.”
Namjoon just grins wider, dimples popping, looking like he’s enjoying this way too much.
Tae, not even trying to be subtle, leans in, resting his chin in his hand.
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