The walk back to the private villa was pure, delicious torture.

Jungkook kept his arm locked around Y/N’s waist, fingers digging into her hip like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between them. Every few steps he pulled her into the shadows — behind swaying palm trees or against cool stone walls — to kiss her senseless. His tongue slid hot and deep into her mouth, claiming her with unrestrained hunger while the distant waves crashed against the shore. He tasted like salt air, tequila, and pure need.