The Min mansion and the Jeon mansion sat side by side like two palaces in the most exclusive neighborhood of Seoul. Both homes screamed power, money, and perfection. But behind those walls, things weren’t as flawless as they looked.

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Morning at the Mins’

Park Jimin — Mimi to everyone who loved her — stood in front of her vanity mirror, applying a pink gloss to her pouty lips. Her silk robe hung dangerously loose, slipping down one shoulder to expose a generous curve of her breast. She smirked at her reflection, at the way her boobs threatened to spill from the robe with every movement.

Behind her, Min Yoongi adjusted his tie, watching her in the mirror.

“You’re going to kill someone with that look, Mimi,” he said, voice low.

She turned, lips pouting playfully. “Why? You don’t like it?” She tugged the robe a little looser, exposing more of her cleavage.

Yoongi’s eyes darkened, but he only smirked. “I like it too much. But the gardener is already out there. Don’t make the poor man trip over the hedge.”

Mimi giggled and came to fix his collar, brushing her soft breasts against his chest “Maybe I want men to trip over me,” she teased.

Yoongi grabbed her wrist gently, pulling her closer, whispering against her ear. “As long as they remember you’re mine, Mimi.”

Her cheeks warmed, but deep down, she couldn’t help thinking how routine their mornings had become. Flirting, yes. But passion? That wild fire they once had? It felt… missing.

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Morning at the Jeons’

Next door, Kim Taehyung — Tae, with lips as pink and fluffy as rose petals — was sprawled on the bed in nothing but one of Jungkook’s oversized shirts. It barely covered her thighs.

“Babe, you’ll be late for the board meeting again,” she called, sipping her iced coffee lazily.

Jeon Jungkook, fresh from the shower with a towel around his waist, smirked at her. “You’re distracting me, Tae. I can’t tie a tie when you’re lying there like a centerfold.”

She laughed, arching her back so her shirt rose even higher. “You married a distraction, Kook. What did you expect?”

He walked closer, eyes devouring her legs. For a moment it felt like he would throw the towel away and climb over her, but then his phone buzzed with a call from his secretary. With a frustrated sigh, he turned away.

Tae’s smile faltered just slightly. She loved her husband, but she also craved attention, passion, the kind of wild heat she and Mimi always whispered about when sharing wine.

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Afternoon – Best Friends Together

By noon, Mimi and Tae were together in Mimi’s kitchen, sipping rosé in their tiny satin dresses. Mimi’s was red, clinging to her waist and dipping dangerously low in front. Tae’s was white, thin straps and a slit up her thigh.

“Yoonie barely touched me last night,” Mimi confessed, twirling her glass. “He just… finished and fell asleep.”

Tae pouted sympathetically. “Kook was the same! Ugh, Mimi, sometimes I wonder if they’re too busy being CEOs to remember we’re still hot.” She pushed her boobs up playfully, making Mimi burst into giggles.

The two of them leaned closer, giggling, whispering secrets. Their friendship had always been shameless — they talked about everything. And sometimes, when they teased each other about their bodies or their sex lives, there was something electric in the air.

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Evening – The Couples Meet

That evening, the Mins walked over to the Jeons’ for dinner. The men sat in the lounge with whiskey, talking business, while Mimi and Tae were in the kitchen, setting out dishes.

When the women entered the lounge, both men went silent for a second. Mimi’s black dress clung like a second skin, neckline plunging. Tae’s emerald dress had no back at all, only thin crisscross straps.

Yoongi muttered, “Jesus, Mimi…” under his breath, while Jungkook’s eyes lingered on Tae’s thighs a little too long. Both wives noticed. Both smiled secretly.

As the night went on, the wine flowed. Tae leaned over to pour Jungkook’s glass and her breast brushed his arm — an accident, but not really. Mimi laughed a little too loud at one of Yoongi’s dry jokes, touching his knee while she leaned in.

The men exchanged glances. The women exchanged smirks.

It was still innocent — technically. But the air was thick with something else. Something unspoken.

And when Tae raised her glass and said with a sly smile, “To friendship… and maybe trying new things this year,” Mimi’s eyes gleamed, Jungkook’s lips curved, and Yoongi’s hand tightened around his glass.

Something had started.