The massive, ornate bedroom loomed before them, an opulent den befitting the Yakuza kingpin's status. Jungkook strode in, his powerful strides unbroken despite the precious cargo cradled against his broad chest. Taehyung's tiny body molded perfectly to his, soft and trusting, even in her deep slumber. Her hands clung to his shirt with the fervor of a baby koala, fingers fisting the fabric near his collar. He glanced down, his fierce gaze softening into tenderness at the sight.

She nuzzled his neck, lips parted and pouty, drool glistening on her chin, leaking in rivulets to dampen his collar and shoulder. A giggle rumbled in Jungkook's chest, but he made no move to wipe away the saliva. Instead, he dipped his head, hot tongue darting out to lap at her bottom lip, lapping up the liquid and tasting her sweetness, just like the first time he'd savored her essence. Her tiny nose crinkled in sleep, and she whined softly, little brow furrowing as if chasing the phantom sensation. He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrations rumbling through her as he stood utterly still for a long moment, just holding her, letting her sleepy warmth seep into his very bones.