His grip tightened around her waist as he shoved the bedroom door shut with his foot, his eyes locked on her like he’d been starving. No soft wedding night, no polite easing in—just raw tension, thick in the air.

“Take your clothes off,” he said—low, sharp, and without hesitation.

She hesitated, heart racing. “I—”

“Now.” He stepped closer, his hand already tugging her hoodie over her head. “You said you wanted to experience everything, right?” His mouth hovered near her ear.

“Don’t get shy now, baby.” Jungkook said in husky voice.

Her breath hitched as her shirt hit the floor. She stood there, flushed, chest rising fast. His eyes devoured her—slowly, hungrily. Then he grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to his.