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If anything, we kissed again-slower this time. Still warm. Still buzzing with want.
But we returned to the stove. Sort of.
We stirred the sauces. Seasoned the veggies. Checked the oven timer.
And every couple of minutes, her hand would brush over my thigh.
Or I'd lean in too close, mouth grazing her neck just to hear her breath catch.
She'd hum in my ear, teasing, and I'd groan low in my chest like I hadn't already been wrecked by the last hour of soulmate porn.
"Get the plates?" she asked sweetly, eyes glinting with mischief.
"If you touch me again Noona, I swear I'm going to bend you over this counter,"
I murmured, handing them to her.
"Promise?" she winked.
I bit back a moan and turned to the rice pot for dear life.
From the living room, Joon hyung let out a long, tortured groan. "I regret everything."
But we didn't stop.
And somehow, despite the trauma and horniness and insanity-we kept cooking.
Because it was New Year's Eve. And this was our family.
And there was still joy to be had.
I thought about Jungkook then. About whether he'd laugh like this.
Whether he'd roll his eyes at our antics or join in.
Whether he'd have taken a wooden spoon to someone's head by now.
I didn't know. But I wanted to.
I sighed and let it go, just for tonight. Just for the rest of this year.
He'll come when he's ready. And when he does?
We'll be waiting.
With food. And chaos. And love.
Just like this.
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Yoongi's POV
He's on all fours on the bed like he belongs there-like he knows he does.
His arms tremble slightly, his breath coming out in short, shaky puffs, but he doesn't stop.
Jin hyung's mouth is wrapped around me, hot and wet and perfect, and I don't think I'll ever get tired of the sight of him like this-obedient, wrecked, on his knees for me.