The house was silent, cloaked in the thick warmth of night. Tae lay beside Jaemin, who was snoring softly with his glasses still resting on the nightstand, his face calm, oblivious to the chaos burning inside his wife. Her body still ached from the way Jungkook had ravaged her earlier—her pussy still sore, still leaking his thick seed, still needy despite all of it.

Sometime past midnight, she stirred, half-dreaming, when the mattress dipped on her side. At first, she thought maybe Jaemin had rolled toward her, but the weight was too heavy, too deliberate. She felt hot breath on her neck, rough fingers sliding her nightie up to her waist. Tae’s eyes snapped open—and there he was. Jungkook.