Dinner passed in a blur. Tae could hardly taste the food, hardly hear Minho’s chatter, or Siwon’s voice over the phone when he called to check in. All she felt was the memory of Jungkook’s mouth on hers in the kitchen earlier, the rough grip of his hands on her ass, the filth he had whispered in her ear.

Her body ached for release, but she pushed it down, focusing on her duties — clearing the dishes, washing the counters, tucking Minho into bed with a soft kiss to his forehead.