The TV flickered in the darkened living room, Jeon Gguk lounging on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, smiling like the innocent sweetheart he was. Beside him sat Tae, her legs crossed, her short dress riding up her thighs, pretending to focus on the show. But her whole body burned—because Jeon Jungkook was right there on her other side, broad and smug, his big hand resting heavy and warm on her knee.

Slowly, without a single sound, his thick fingers crept higher. Tae bit her lip, her heart hammering. She glanced at her husband, but he was too busy laughing at the show. Jungkook’s hand slid under her dress, and before she could stop him, he pressed his fingers against her soaked thong.