YN moaned as he lifted her, legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed with reverence. Clothes came off slowly—his shirt unbuttoned by her eager fingers, revealing the sculpted chest she loved tracing. Her dress pooled on the floor. Jungkook’s mouth worshipped her: sucking marks on her breasts, tongue circling her nipples until they pebbled, then lower, spreading her thighs to taste her deeply. YN cried out, fingers tangled in his hair as he brought her to the edge with skillful licks and sucks, two fingers curling inside her.

“Please, Jungkook... I need you,” she gasped.

He rose, shedding his pants, his hard length springing free. He entered her in one smooth thrust, both groaning at the connection. Their rhythm was intense—deep, passionate strokes that had the bed creaking. Jungkook held her gaze, whispering “I love you” with every thrust. YN met him thrust for thrust, nails raking his back. They came together, bodies shuddering, his release filling her as she clenched around him.

Afterward, tangled in sheets, Jungkook held her close, stroking her hair. “No matter what they say, this is real. You are my everything, YN. I’d give up the world for you.”