The moment Yoongi pulled Tae upstairs to the guest bedroom, Jungkook’s hands were already gripping Mimi’s waist, dragging her against him.
“Fuck—Mimi,” he growled, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss was bruising, tongues colliding, teeth clashing. His hands roamed everywhere, from the curve of her ass to the swell of her breasts.























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