The mansion was quiet that night. After dinner, Mr. Jeon retired to his room with Taehyung, wrapping an arm lazily around her waist as they slid into bed together. He kissed her forehead, murmured a tired “good night, love” and drifted off almost instantly.

But Taehyung couldn’t sleep. Not when her body was still humming from what Jungkook had done under the dining table. Every time she shut her eyes, she could feel his fingers inside her, the filthy way he whispered in her ear, the look in his eyes when he licked her slick off his fingers.