Every time she shifted her weight or took a step across the apartment, the deep soreness sent little sparks of residual heat traveling straight through her belly. The faint, unmistakable musk of his scent still seemed to linger on her skin despite multiple hot showers, acting as a constant, tactile reminder of how completely her husband had owned her.

Jungkook had been the absolute epitome of a doting, attentive husband during the quiet interim. He had spent the last few days drawing luxurious, lavender-scented baths for her, meticulously massaging her aching muscles with cooling arnica oil until her skin tingled, cooking her favorite comfort meals, and making slow, sweet, incredibly reverent love to her every night while whispering endlessly about how much he adored her.