The holiday break for JungKook didn't last as long as he would've liked, and Seohyun could already see the work taking its toll on him when JungKook drudged in at 7:30 pm on a Friday evening when YoonGi was supposed to be watching and entertaining Seohyun. JungKook hardly even smiled when he saw her, as if in a zombie-like state where he couldn't do anything but go into the living room and sit on the couch. She really hoped nothing terrible had happened, because she had a feeling Tiffany Hwang was around.

"JungKook, are you okay?" Seohyun asked as she walked into the living room. JungKook shrugged, hissing right away and grabbing his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little sore," he responded. Seohyun smiled and leaned against the doorway. "What does that look mean?"

"You look pretty stressed. Do you want a massage, JungKook?" She suggested. His eyes widened.

"Would you do that?" He asked hopefully. Seohyun nodded.

"I mean, you always take care of me. Why shouldn't I take care of you?" She asked, pulling his shirt off and casting it to the side. JungKook gave her a grateful smile before he lay down on his stomach on the couch with his elbows out and his chin on his hands. Seohyun had her knees on either side of his waist while she allowed her hands to press into his back.

And she kept the comment to herself, but she absolutely adored JungKook's Chinese tattoo on his right shoulder blade, the one that said, "Fallen angel," and it made her feel like they were meant to be together even more. There was another, much smaller tattoo of a simple but beautiful design on the left side of his neck, near the back, but she liked the Chinese one the most. She had seen another tattoo on his left hip, placed almost under his boxers, but a thick line of blue ink peeked out at his waistband. She'd never been curious enough to ask what it was.

"Hmm~" JungKook sighed contently, closing his eyes and trying to keep himself quiet. Seohyun smiled at the sound because he sounded so nice and comfortable at her touch.

"Do you like it, Kookie?" She asked, massaging his shoulder blades in her palms. And she loved that beautiful smile on his face as he bit his lip and nodded.

"Where did you learn that, Seo?" He asked softly. Seohyun shrugged and moved down to the middle of his back.

"I'm kinda just guessing," she said. That was a lie. Her aunt was a masseuse and she came over to the house often. But she liked JungKook's sweet moan of approval.

"Well, you're really good at it," he encouraged.

"Aww, thanks, JungKook," she giggled while she trailed her hands down to his lower back. JungKook let out a breathy moan, and for some reason, Seohyun felt the strongest urge to find out what JungKook's neck tattoo tasted like.

For a few minutes, she fought the urge, but soon enough, she ordered JungKook to turn over and put his head on the arm of the couch. They locked eyes for a moment, and JungKook had a lazy smile on his lips and an eager look in his eyes. "It'll only take a sec," she assured him with a smile before pinning his hands next to his head and leaning her head down to where could find his neck.

Now, JungKook's breath hitched and he really moaned, arching his back so much that he met Seohyun's ches