The apartment felt different that night. For the first time, it wasn’t Jungkook or Yoongi at the door, and Jiho wasn’t pacing in the living room. He had kissed Tae before leaving, whispering, “Be a good whore for him. Make him want to come back.”

Now, Tae stood in front of the mirror, heart racing, body trembling with anticipation. She was dressed in the sluttiest lingerie Jiho had picked for her: a blood-red lace set with sheer cups that barely held her heavy breasts, a thong that disappeared between her ass cheeks, and black stockings clipped to garters. Her lips glistened with gloss, her hair falling around her shoulders.