Jungkook sat on the edge of his bunk, fists clenched so hard his knuckles went white. His mind replayed the laundry room again and again — Tae bent over, stuffed in both holes, moaning his name while cocks pumped into her.

When the door clanged open and Tae slipped inside, his chest tightened. She looked wrecked: hair tangled, lipstick smeared, her tiny dress riding up her thighs. His eyes dropped instantly to the wet patch spreading across the fabric between her legs — cum still leaking out of her, staining her thighs.