Later, moonlight striped the expensive rug in Minjun's bedroom. Tae sat rigid on the edge of the bed, wearing her satin slip. Minjun slept peacefully beside her, his breathing deep and even.

The quiet amplified the chaos in her head: Jungkook's possessive fury at dinner, Minjun's trusting smile, the phantom ache between her thighs, the crushing weight of her betrayal. June 21st. The date echoed like a death knell. How could she wear white? How could she promise forever when her body still trembled remembering Jungkook's cock splitting her open?