Chapter 26: The Morning After

Jungkook stirred, the warmth of the bed and the lingering scent of musk and spice surrounding him. His body ached deliciously, a reminder of the night before. As his senses slowly awakened, realization hit him—he was in Taehyung's bed.

His eyes snapped open, heart pounding as flashes of last night replayed in his mind. The way Taehyung had touched him, taken him, owned him. His face burned as he buried himself under the silk sheets, groaning into the pillow. How could he have been so shameless? So weak under Taehyung's touch?

He needed to leave before Taehyung came back.

Just as he pushed himself up, the sound of water stopping from the bathroom made him freeze. He barely had time to compose himself before the door opened, releasing a cloud of steam.

And then—there he was.

Taehyung stepped out, clad in nothing but black silk boxers, droplets of water sliding down his sculpted chest, disappearing into the waistband. His damp hair clung to his forehead, his eyes sharp and amused as he met Jungkook's wide gaze.

Jungkook's breath hitched. Fuck.

He quickly looked away, but Taehyung had already caught him.

"You're shameless," Taehyung mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he ran a towel over his damp locks. "Checking me out so openly in the morning?"

Jungkook scoffed, forcing himself to meet Taehyung's gaze, his pride refusing to let him back down. "You walked out practically naked. What do you expect?"

Taehyung chuckled, stepping closer to the bed, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh? So you admit you were looking?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the heat from creeping up his neck. "Not my fault you put everything on display."

Taehyung hummed, leaning down slightly, his bare chest now dangerously close. "You didn't seem so shy last night."

Jungkook clenched the sheets, feeling the ghost of Taehyung's touch all over again. He refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing him flustered. "That was different."

Taehyung grinned, loving every second of this. "How so?"

Jungkook huffed, changing the subject before Taehyung could tease him further. "Do you remember anything now?"

At that, Taehyung straightened, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head, pretending to think. "Hmm… no. I still don't feel my wolf."

Jungkook frowned. "But—"

"But," Taehyung cut him off, eyes darkening with amusement. "I do remember every detail of last night."

Jungkook's breath caught as Taehyung's fingers brushed against his jaw. "The way you begged, the way you clawed at me, how desperate you sounded…"

"Shut up," Jungkook snapped, shoving him away, but his face was already burning.

Taehyung only laughed, the sound deep and satisfied. "Oh, Jungkook. If this is how you react in the morning, I can't wait to see how you'll act tonight."

Jungkook threw a pillow at his face. Taehyung was going to be the death of him.

Groaning, Jungkook slid out of bed, grabbing the closest thing he could find from Taehyung's wardrobe—a plain white shirt and black sweatpants. As he pulled the shirt over his head, Taehyung leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smirk.

"You're really getting comfortable in my clothes, aren't you?" Taehyung teased.

Jungkook shot him a glare. "Not like I have much of a choice."

"Well, since you're so comfortable," Taehyung mused, crossing his arms, "don't be late for the office."

Jungkook froze mid-movement. "Office?"

Taehyung smirked, tilting his head. "You're still my employee, aren't you?"

Jungkook groaned, rubbing his temples. Of all the things he had to remember, it had to be that.