The blackout night had changed everything. For weeks, Tae and Mimi had teased. For weeks, Kook and Yoongi had restrained themselves. But now—the line was crossed.

And when they all went home that night, each couple faced the same choice: hide it, or confess.

They didn’t believe in hiding.

—

Back at their luxury apartment, Tae slipped into bed after a hot shower. Jungkook followed, his hair damp, his white T-shirt stretched over his muscled chest.

For a while, they just lay together in silence, the city lights glowing faintly through the curtains. Tae’s heart pounded—she knew what she had to say.

“Kookie…” she whispered, tracing her fingers across his chest. “I need to tell you something.”

He turned to look at her, eyes soft. “I know. I need to tell you something too.”

Her lips parted. “You first.”

Jungkook exhaled slowly. “During the blackout… it wasn’t you in my office. It was Mimi.”

Tae froze. He waited for her to pull away, to cry, to scream. Instead, she blinked at him, her lips curving into the faintest smile.

“You fucked her?” she asked softly.

He swallowed. “Yeah. I thought it was you. But when I realized… she begged me not to stop. And I didn’t.”

For a moment, the silence was heavy. Then Tae leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear.

“That’s so fucking hot.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “What?”

She giggled, straddling his waist suddenly, grinding against him. “The thought of you fucking Mimi on your desk? Kookie, it makes me so wet.”

His cock hardened instantly. “You’re serious?”

She leaned down, her lips brushing his. “Mmm, I have to confess too. I fucked Yoongi in the records room.”

Jungkook groaned, gripping her hips. “Fuck, Tae…”

Her smile turned wicked. “Are you angry?”

“Angry?” he growled, flipping her onto her back, his cock pressing against her through her panties. “Baby, I’m so turned on I could explode.”

—

Across town, Yoongi and Mimi lay tangled in their silk sheets. She was nervous, chewing her lip, but Yoongi’s hand rubbed lazy circles on her thigh.

“Yoonie,” she whispered. “I did something tonight. Something… with Kookie.”

He didn’t even flinch. “I know. I could tell the second you walked in.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re not mad?”

He smirked, pulling her closer. “Mad? Baby, I’ve been imagining it for months. My filthy wife getting fucked by my best friend in his office? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Her breath caught, her body heating instantly. “Yoongi…”

He kissed her hard, growling against her lips. “Confess all of it. Every detail. Tell me how he touched you.”

She moaned, her face flushing. “He thought I was Tae. He grabbed me, stripped me, bent me over his desk. His cock was so big, Yoonie—he stretched me so good.”

Yoongi’s cock twitched against her stomach. “Fuck, Mimi. Keep going.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders. “He came inside me. Filled me up. And I loved every second.”

Yoongi groaned, grinding against her. “You dirty slut. You’re mine—but fuck, hearing you say that makes me so hard.”

She kissed him desperately. “Your turn. What about you and Tae?”

Yoongi smirked. “Records room. Bent her over a cabinet. She begged me to fuck her harder than Kook ever had. And I did.”

Mimi’s eyes rolled back, her thighs squeezing together. “Oh my god… Yoonie…”

—

Both couples ended up the same way—confessing, moaning, using filthy words until they couldn’t resist each other anymore.

In one apartment, Tae screamed Jungkook’s name as he pounded her into the mattress, telling her how hot it was that she’d fucked Yoongi.

In the other, Mimi begged Yoongi to fuck her harder while admitting how much she loved Kookie’s cock too.

It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t betrayal.

It was fuel.

The fire of desire burned hotter than ever—because now, there were no secrets between them.

And the dirtiest part? None of them wanted to stop.