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The scalding spray beats against skin, a stark contrast to the cold of the outdoors he had only just escaped. Water trickles down his body, reminiscent of the snowstorm he had been caught in just moments before — only warmer. All-consuming. Endless.

The pounding water eases the tension knotted deep within his muscles, aches earned after a long, tedious day spent hunched over a canvas, twisting and contorting himself in pursuit of a masterpiece. The smell of lavender body wash fills the room.

A kind of sensory deprivation overtakes him, allowing his thoughts to drift and his mind to wander. Because of it, he doesn't notice the squeak of the door opening and closing, too consumed in his own thoughts to hear it.

The feel of the water shifts as hands wrap around his waist, nails grazing lightly across his stomach.

Jimin.

“Hey baby,” she whispers, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. The swirling steam casts the room in a hazy, sensual fog, heightened only by the warmth of her touch.

He turns to face her, to truly drink her in — the elegant curve of her neck, damp strands of hair clinging to flushed skin, the playful glint shining in her eyes. The sight of her is almost overwhelming, desire curling hot and heavy in his stomach.

One touch, one look, and he’s utterly undone.

His hands find her waist instinctively, palms smoothing over warm skin slick with steam and water. He pulls her closer, the rush of water soaking them both. The space between them disappears completely, skin against skin in a way he can no longer figure out if the heat he feels is from her or the water.

‘‘Thought I might join you,’’ she murmured, the corner of her mouth curling faintly.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, eyebrow arching slightly. “And here I thought I was finally getting a moment of peace.”

Jimin lets out a soft laugh, the sound warm and low between them. “Are you implying that I disturb your peace?”

“I’m afraid it’s more than just an implication, babe.”

Yet his hands tighten on her waist as he says it, afraid she might disappear if he loosens his hold even slightly.

She notices, Jimin always notices.

Her thumb brushes over the line of his jaw, tilting his face toward hers.

“Rough day?” she asks softly.

He exhales a quiet laugh, though there’s little humour in it. “Something like that.”

A mischievous look then crosses Jimin’s face, gone in seconds.

She steps out of his embrace, small smile playing at her lips.

“Let’s do something to remedy that,” she murmurs.

Before he can respond, Jimin’s hands slide teasingly up her chest, fingertips toying with the taut peaks with deliberate slowness. The visual alone is enough to pull a low breath from him, making his cock twitch.

She notices immediately.

A pleased little smile curves at her lips.

“There you are,” she whispers.

Her eyes darken with hunger as she dips a single finger deep within her folds. All he could do was watch. Slowly, she thrusts in and out, head tilting back to rest against the tiles, eyes still watching, waiting for his reaction.

Slowly and deliberately, she lifts a single finger to her mouth, drawing the moisture along her lips a few times before sliding it inside.

His breath hitches.

The seconds passed agonisingly slowly before she released her finger with a slow pop, her hand sliding back down between her thighs.

A small smirk playing at her lips, she reaches forward offering her hand. "Taste me."

The words settle deep inside him.

He steps closer, crowding her into the cold tile. One hand grabs her wrist, the other braces against the wall, beside her head. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts her fingers to his mouth, lips parting as he takes them in.

A soft sound escapes her throat at the feeling alone.

His eyes never leave hers as he sucks gently, savouring the taste of her on his tongue with maddening slowness. The heat in her gaze sharpens instantly.

“Fuck,” she whispers under her breath.

He releases her fingers with a quiet sound, thumb brushing across her wet lips before sliding down the curve of her throat, hand settling there.

“Looks like I’ve found my peace and quiet,” he murmurs softly, grip tightening slightly.

Before she can reply, his lips meet hers in a slow, consuming kiss.

His lips move against hers slowly at first, unhurried and deliberate, as though he wants to savour every second of it.

Jimin melts into him instantly.

The hand at her throat loosens before trailing lower — down the slope of her neck, across the curve of her waist, fingertips dragging slowly enough to make her shiver despite the heat surrounding them.

He presses her back fully against the tile, body fitting against hers with aching familiarity, his cock pressing firmly against her.

“Still think I ruin your peace?” she murmurs against his mouth.

He lets out a soft laugh, lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist. “You are my peace.”

Gently, he eases himself into her. Carefully at first, giving some time to adjust to him. Kissing her through it.

He groans softly against her mouth the moment he’s fully inside her, the sound low and rough, swallowed by Jimin. His eyes close in an attempt to steady himself through the overwhelming heat of her wrapped around him.

“Fuck,” he breathes again, quieter this time.

Jimin’s fingers find their way to his nape, curling and playing with his baby hairs. The touch sends a visible shiver through him.

“There’s my peace and quiet,” she murmurs teasingly, lips brushing against his.

A pained laugh escapes him. “Fuck you.”

“Mm, I wish you would.”

Her hips shift experimentally against him, drawing another strained breath from him. His grip tightens instinctively, holding her steady.

“Careful,” he murmurs against her lips, voice rough. ‘‘You keep moving like that and I’m not going to last.”

Jimin smiles at that, pleased with herself.

“It’s almost as if that’s the point, baby,” she whispers against his lips.

Steam curls thick around them — water still flowing around them, turning everything soft and blurred except for her.

His control snaps slowly rather than all at once, unravelling piece by piece beneath the sound of her breathing and the feel of her wrapped around him.

The water cascades over them relentlessly, steaming against flushed skin, dripping from damp strands of hair and tracing slow paths down the tense line of his throat. The entire room feels impossibly hot now, thick with lavender and steam and her.

Always her.

Jimin shivers in his arms.

The reaction pulls at something inside him, something rough and helpless, buried deep in his chest.

“Close?” he murmurs against her skin.

She only hums softly in response, though the way her nails scrape lightly against the back of his neck gives her away completely.

“Come with me, baby?” he murmurs, bringing their lips together into a slow, deliberate kiss.

And with one final thrust of his hips, between deep kisses, they come undone together.

Outside the bathroom, the world still exists. Snowstorms. Deadlines. Half-finished canvases scattered across the apartment. Expectations clawing at him from every direction.

But here?

Here, none of it can reach him.

In here, all that matters is her.

Jimin.