It was Saturday night, and the lights from the Jeon mansion glowed like fire against the dark sky. Music thumped low in the background, bottles of expensive whiskey and wine spread across the table.

The Mins had come over for what was supposed to be just another casual weekend. But tonight, something was different.

Mimi wore a short crimson dress, so tight her boobs looked like they might spill out if she leaned forward too far. Her pouty lips glistened with gloss, and she’d left her hair loose around her shoulders.

Tae was just as daring — a silky black slip dress with a slit up to her hip, no bra, her nipples brushing against the thin fabric.

Yoongi and Jungkook tried to act normal, sipping their whiskey, but their eyes kept wandering — Yoongi’s gaze dipping to Tae’s bare thighs, Jungkook’s lingering too long on Mimi’s cleavage.

The air was charged.

—

The Game Begins

“Let’s play something fun,” Tae suggested after her third glass of wine, her voice husky with drink. She stretched her legs over Jungkook’s lap, pretending it was casual, but her eyes flicked toward Yoongi.

“What did you have in mind?” Mimi asked, smirking as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the movement pressing her breasts together.

“Truth or dare?” Tae said, lips curling.

Yoongi chuckled low. “Are we teenagers now?”

“Why not?” Mimi chimed in, already feeling the alcohol heat. “We can make it… interesting.”

Jungkook raised a brow. “Interesting how?”

Mimi licked her lips. “Loser drinks… or does a forfeit.”

The men exchanged a glance — half amusement, half curiosity. They agreed.

—

The first few rounds were harmless. But then Mimi leaned toward Jungkook, her eyes glinting.

“Kook… truth. Have you ever thought about another woman while fucking Tae?”

Tae gasped and smacked her arm. “Mimi!”

Jungkook smirked, licking his lips. “Truth?” His gaze flicked to Mimi’s chest. “Yes. I have.”

The room went still. Tae’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

Jungkook’s smirk widened, but he didn’t answer. Yoongi’s jaw flexed. Mimi’s lips parted in a scandalized laugh, though her thighs pressed together under the table.

Then Tae shot back. “Alright, Yoonie. Truth. Do you ever look at Mimi’s best friend and wonder what she tastes like?”

Yoongi’s eyes darkened. “Every fucking time she bends over in front of me.”

Mimi gasped, cheeks flushing. Tae bit her lip, heart racing.

“Alright,” Mimi said, her voice trembling but daring, “no more truths. Let’s do dares.”

Tae leaned back, devilish. “Fine. Jungkook… I dare you to kiss Mimi.”

For a moment, silence. Jungkook’s gaze flicked to Yoongi, who smirked like he wanted to see if Mimi would stop it. But Mimi didn’t move away. She tilted her chin, lips slightly parted.

Jungkook leaned in, capturing her mouth in a hot, slow kiss. His tongue teased hers, one hand gripping her thigh.

Mimi moaned into it.

“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered, his cock hardening instantly.

“Not fair,” Mimi whispered when they pulled back, breathless. “Yoonie should get a turn too.”

Tae looked at him boldly. “Then kiss me.”

Yoongi didn’t need to be told twice. He cupped Tae’s face and slammed his lips onto hers, the kiss rougher, hungrier, his tongue plunging deep. Tae’s hand fisted his shirt as a soft whimper escaped her.

When they broke apart, everyone was panting.

The game was over.

—

The Swap

“I think…” Mimi’s voice shook as she licked her lips, “…we all know what’s happening tonight.”

Jungkook stood first, pulling Mimi onto his lap. She gasped as his hand slid up her thigh, under her dress, brushing against her soaked panties.

Yoongi tugged Tae closer, dragging her into his lap. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing her flesh while he bit her lower lip.

The living room filled with moans, wet kisses, the sound of fabric shifting.

“Fuck, Mimi,” Jungkook groaned, palming her breasts. “Your tits are even bigger than I imagined.”

“Touch me, Kook… harder,” Mimi whined, grinding against his cock through his pants.

Across from them, Yoongi had shoved Tae’s dress up to her waist, his fingers slipping inside her panties.

“You’re dripping already, Tae,” he growled. “Did my best friend’s wife get this wet for me?”

“Yes, Yoonie… yes, fuck—” she gasped as his fingers plunged inside her.

Mimi moaned louder as Jungkook pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, fucking her with a rhythm that made her arch against him.

“You sound so fucking pretty, Mimi,” Jungkook groaned. “Gonna make you scream for me.”

“Then do it,” she moaned, biting his shoulder.

At the same time, Tae rode Yoongi’s hand shamelessly, her head thrown back.

“Harder, Yoonie! Fuck me like you fuck Mimi!”

The men locked eyes across the room — a silent challenge, a shared thrill — as their wives writhed in their laps, moaning each other’s names.

The line had been crossed. Tonight, they were no longer just neighbors, no longer just friends. Tonight, they were swapping everything.

And it was only the beginning.