The bar was buzzing with low lights and loud music. Glasses clinked, laughter echoed, and the air smelled of liquor and perfume. Tae sat at the counter in a tight red dress that hugged her curves, her wedding ring glittering under the dim light. She crossed her long legs slowly, knowing exactly how many eyes followed her every move.

Tonight, she wasn’t just Tae, Jungkook’s wife. She was a married woman sneaking out, pretending her “husband” was at home — faithful and clueless.