The soft hiss of the water filled the bathroom as steam crept up the mirror, fogging its glassy surface. You stood in front of it, warm mist dancing over your bare skin. The bathroom light cast golden shadows on your curves as you reached back, fingers clumsily working the clasp of your bra. “Ugh…” you muttered under your breath, struggling as it snagged. You hadn’t noticed the door was still cracked open. You hadn’t heard the footsteps, either quiet and curious. Jungkook stood there, still as stone, his eyes dark and burning as they took you in. He hadn't meant to come in only meant to ask if you’d seen his hoodie. But the sight stopped him dead. You, flushed from the warmth, half-undressed, back arched slightly as you reached behind you, frustration etched on your face.

He took a silent step inside. You didn’t realize he was behind you until you felt him heat against your back, the softest touch grazing your hands. “Need help?” His voice was a low hum, lips brushing your ear. You jumped. “Jungkook!” You went to cover yourself, but his hand gently caught yours. “Shh. Just let me…” he whispered, breath warm against your neck. And with a single, confident flick—click—the bra came undone. The straps slipped from your shoulders, gravity pulling the cups forward. Your eyes widened. You gasped, quickly grabbing the fabric to shield your chest, spinning around to face him. “What the hell?!” He didn’t move. His eyes dragged over you, slow and heated.

“You left the door open,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Can’t blame me for looking when you’re standing there like that.” Your breath was shaky. “You shouldn’t be in here.” He stepped closer. The steam swirled around him like smoke. “But I am.” The fabric slipped from your fingers. And that was it. His mouth was on yours in an instant—urgent, hungry, unrelenting. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his hard body. The towel around your waist loosened, falling to the tile in silence. He didn’t give you time to think.

He pushed you onto the bathroom vanity countertop harshly. Your heart raced as he stepped between your legs forcefully spreading them apart. His eyes never left yours as he started unbuckling his belt. “I can't control when I see you like this" his strong hands gripping your hips possessively as he pulled you to the edge of the vanity. He unzipped his pants, freeing his already hard erection. Without warning or foreplay, he slammed into you, making you cry out in a mix of pain and surprise. His smirk grew darker at your reluctant moan, knowing he was hitting just the right spot to make you weak.