“Seeing that you did not rush back out and closed the door, I’m assuming you’ve been looking for me,” he said cockily.

“What are you doing in here?” 

“My other surname is Goo, me and Jihoon are cousins; his father is my mother's brother,” he explained slowly as if speaking to a child, this caused the blonde to narrow his eyes at the latter.

Jungkook was the child between them, not Taehyung. But this fact is thrown out the window, when the younger male crosses his arms over his chest and Taehyung catches a trail of water drops falling from his wet hair down onto his shoulders and roll down his chest, through his flexed arms, dipping lower to his toned stomach, scatting across those sweet abs, the ones Taehyung remembered too well—having had the pleasure of leaving marks a few months prior, down to his navel and into …. The older male tears his eyes away from the younger’s body and forces himself to look up.