The sun was already high when Tae slipped back into her own house. Her hair was messy, her lipstick faint, her body still sore from the filthiest night she’d ever had. Kook was waiting on the couch, coffee in hand, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Had fun, baby?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief.

Tae rolled her eyes, plopping down beside him, deliberately tugging her tiny dress lower to hide her thighs. “Fun? You mean that dirty little surprise you left me with?” Her voice was scolding, but the faint smile on her lips betrayed her.

Kook leaned closer, brushing his nose against her ear. “So… was yoongi’s old man better than me?”

Tae gasped, slapping his chest. “Kook! How can you even—” but her pout melted into a wicked grin. “…He was different. Stronger. Rougher. He knew how to grab me like a toy.” She bit her lip, enjoying the way Kook’s jaw clenched at her words.

“You slut,” Kook growled, dragging her into his lap. “Talking about getting fucked by Mr. Min like that…” His hands roamed down to her ass, squeezing hard.

Tae giggled, grinding against him. “Don’t act mad, baby. You set it up. You wanted me ruined.” Her voice dropped low, dirty. “And ruined I was. He had me bent over the balcony with my tits bouncing in the open air… oh god, Kook, the neighbors could have seen…”

Kook groaned, burying his face in her neck. “You’re mine, Tae. You’ll always come home to me.” His lips crashed against hers, messy and desperate, tasting every trace of her filth while claiming her back as his wife.

—

At the Min’s, Mimi was having her own reunion.

She padded into the bedroom, still wearing the slutty little dress from last night. Yoongi was sprawled on the bed, scrolling his phone, pretending not to notice the marks blooming on her neck.

“So…” Mimi stood with her arms crossed, her big boobs nearly spilling out of her neckline, pouty lips shining. “Was that your idea? Putting me in a room with tae’s father-in-law?”

Yoongi glanced up, expression lazy but his eyes sharp. “You didn’t like it?”

Mimi gasped, flustered. “Yoonie! That’s not the point!” But her thighs squeezed together, betraying her. “He was… so filthy. He didn’t stop talking dirty. He stretched me open like I’d never been before…” She shivered. “I thought I’d hate it, but god… I came screaming his name.”

Yoongi tossed his phone aside, standing and cornering her against the wall. His hands slid under her dress, fingers spreading over her ass. “So my Mimi’s a little slut for big cock and dirty words, huh? Doesn’t matter if it’s me or Mr. Jeon…”

Mimi moaned softly, already melting. “Don’t tease me, Yoonie. You know I love you. No one makes me feel loved while I’m filthy the way you do.” She kissed him deep, messy, needy.

Yoongi growled into her mouth, lifting her off the ground and carrying her toward the bathroom. “Shower. Now. I’m washing his filth off you—and then filling you up again so you remember whose wife you are.”

—

That morning, both couples teased, scolded, and laughed — but beneath it, the thrill buzzed through them. They were addicted now. The swap had become more than a game.