When he returned with two steaming cups of tea, I looked up, only to be swept off my feet—literally—into his arms. "Ah... Jungkook, what are you...?" I stammered, caught completely off guard.

With a playful grin, he sat in my spot, pulling me down onto his lap effortlessly. His warm embrace melted any nervousness I had about the upcoming ride. The intimacy of the moment spun my heart into a dizzying dance, and I could feel the soft brush of his hands against my bare waist, sending shivers of delight through me. Miami was undeniably hot, and given the unfortunate state of our hotel's air conditioning, our attire had become increasingly minimal—his boxers, my sports bra and shorts were all we needed as we settled into the heated atmosphere.