The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling strangely sore and satisfied, with the faintest memory of an intense dream involving Suga and his fingers. She pushed the thought aside, blaming it on her overactive imagination.

As she walked into the kitchen, still half-asleep, she nearly collided with Suga, who was already there making coffee. He looked up at her, his eyes widening slightly as he took in her appearance - the love bites on her collarbone, the obvious handprints on her hips.