The house was heavy with heat that evening, the kind that clung to skin and made everything feel damp, needy, raw. Tae sat on the edge of the bed in her tiniest silk slip, thighs parted, nipples straining against the thin fabric. Mimi sprawled beside her, already giggling, her slutty top tugged down so her fat tits spilled out.

The door opened. Jungkook stepped in first, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark with hunger. Behind him, Yoongi followed, slow and deliberate, his smirk sharp as a blade.