The morning was busy with Siwon dragging his suitcase to the door, double-checking his documents. Tae stood nearby with her arms crossed, lips pouted, her skimpy silk robe tied loosely at her waist.

“You’re really leaving me for three days?” she sulked, her bare thighs brushing together under the robe.

Siwon chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “It’s just a business trip, baby. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“But still…” She clung to his arm, pressing her breasts against him, lower lip jutting out. “What if I get lonely?”

Behind them, Jungkook sat on the couch, sipping tea, his expression clear and focused for once.

Siwon glanced his way and smiled. “Don’t worry. Dad’s here now. He’ll take care of you and Minho while I’m gone.”

Tae’s head snapped up, eyes flickering nervously toward Jungkook. But Jungkook only nodded, his gaze steady. “Of course. I’ll take care of them.”

For a brief moment, relief washed over Siwon. It almost seemed like Jungkook understood. Like the fog had lifted.

But a few hours later, the fog returned.

—

The house was quiet again. Minho was playing outside in the yard with his toy cars. Tae moved around the kitchen, robe discarded now, wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a thin camisole that clung to her breasts. She bent over the counter to reach for a pot, the fabric riding up to reveal the curve of her ass.

Jungkook’s footsteps echoed in the hallway. He stopped in the doorway, his eyes locking on her. His chest rose and fell heavily.

“Taeri,” he breathed, voice hoarse, hunger dripping from every syllable.

Tae froze, spine tingling. Slowly, she straightened, turning to face him. “Dad… it’s me, Tae—”

But before she could finish, Jungkook was on her.

His hands grabbed her waist, spinning her around and shoving her against the counter. His mouth crashed onto hers, hot and demanding, tongue forcing past her lips. She gasped, pushing weakly at his chest, but his grip was too strong, too desperate.

“Mmm—Dad, wait—” she muffled against his mouth.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming her body shamelessly. One squeezed her breast, kneading it roughly through the thin camisole, thumb flicking her hard nipple. The other slid down, cupping her ass and pulling her tight against the thick bulge straining his pants.

“Fuck, you taste the same,” he growled between kisses. “My little slut wife. Always wet, always begging for my cock.”

Her head spun. His tongue tangled with hers, sloppy and filthy, his teeth nipping her lip hard enough to sting. Her body betrayed her, melting under his touch, her clit throbbing at his filthy words.

“Dad, please… Minho’s outside—”

But he didn’t stop. His hand slid beneath her shorts, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bare ass. “You love this. Don’t lie. Look at you—dressed like a whore, tits bouncing, ass begging to be fucked.”

A moan slipped out before she could stop it, muffled against his mouth. He swallowed it hungrily, grinding his cock against her stomach.

“I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you scream my name,” he whispered harshly into her ear, biting down on her lobe. “I want to fill your pussy so deep you drip for days.”

Her knees buckled, breath ragged. She was dizzy with lust, her body trembling, her panties soaked.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulled back. His chest heaved, eyes glazed with lust, lips wet from their kiss. He stared at her for a long moment, then turned and walked away, leaving her clutching the counter for support.

Tae stood there, breasts heaving, lips swollen, her whole body burning.

Her legs shook as she pressed her thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache between them. Her heart hammered with guilt and desire all tangled into one.

When she finally caught her reflection in the oven’s shiny surface, she hardly recognized herself. Hair mussed, lips swollen, eyes glazed with need.

She looked like a woman who had just been ruined — except she hadn’t even been touched properly yet.

And she knew… it was only a matter of time.