Author’s POV

Steam curls around you, warm and thick, blurring the gold lights of the private spa. The water laps at your skin as you sink back, trying to relax but your pulse is already racing.

Because he’s behind you.

Jungkook slides into the Jacuzzi without a word, water rippling around his broad shoulders. The heat glistens on his skin, making every line of muscle stand out in the low light. You feel him before he even touches you, the quiet force of him, the way his presence presses against your senses.

He settles behind you, close enough that your back almost brushes his chest. Almost because he makes you wait for that contact.

“Come here.”