The mansion fell silent once junghyun’s car rolled out of the driveway. Tae lingered in the kitchen, her hair loose, still in that tiny satin slip that hugged her curves like it was painted on. She knew Jungkook was watching her — she always knew — the way his eyes followed her hips, the way his chest rose like he was trying to control his breathing.
“Why don’t you come upstairs?” she teased softly, glancing at him through her lashes before turning and climbing the stairs. She didn’t even check if he followed; she knew he would.

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