Sunset painted the Jeon mansion in molten gold as Dohyun’s chauffeur-driven Bentley idled. Tae clung to her husband, her tiny black lace dress barely covering her ass. She kissed him deeply, tongue sliding against his, grinding her hips against his thigh.

"Be good, kitten," Dohyun murmured, his hand squeezing her ass possessively. "Don’t miss me too much."

Tae giggled, breathy and fake. "Ok Daddy."

Jungkook stood stiffly beside them, eyes fixed on the distant fountain. The car finally pulled away. Silence descended, thick and electric.

Tae turned, her gaze sweeping over Jungkook’s tense frame. "So quiet, Kookie," she purred, stepping close enough for her perfume to envelop him. "Missing Daddy already?"

Jungkook cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "My Friends. Namjoon and Yoongi. They’re crashing here tonight. That okay?"

Tae’s smile widened, predatory. She traced a finger down his chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. "Of course, baby. The more… muscle… the merrier." Her eyes lingered on the straining fabric of his t-shirt.

An hour later, the doorbell chimed. Tae answered, dripping wet from a shower, wrapped only in a translucent white towel clinging precariously to her curves. Water droplets traced paths between her breasts, down her flat stomach, disappearing into the towel’s edge.

Namjoon froze, mouth agape. Yoongi’s gaze raked over her, a low whistle escaping him. "Holy fuck," Namjoon breathed.

Tae leaned against the doorframe, letting the towel slip dangerously low. "Welcome, boys," she murmured, her voice husky. "Make yourselves at home."

Her eyes lingered on Yoongi’s broad shoulders and Namjoon’s defined arms, a flush creeping up her chest. Jungkook watched from the shadows, a dark satisfaction coiling inside him.

Dinner was a tense affair. Tae perched at the head of the long mahogany table, wearing only a sheer black chemise that ended mid-thigh—no underwear, the shadow between her legs visible whenever she shifted.

She served steaming pasta with deliberate bends, her breasts swaying perilously close to Namjoon’s plate. He choked on his wine. Yoongi’s gaze kept darting to her nipples, stiffening against the flimsy fabric under the air conditioning. Jungkook watched them all, silent, cutting his steak with unnecessary force.

"So," Tae murmured, swirling her red wine lazily. "University boys. Tell me… everything." She licked a drop from her lip slowly.

Namjoon stammered about his economics seminar. Yoongi managed a gruff comment about rugby practice. Tae’s foot, bare and warm, slid up Jungkook’s calf under the table. He froze, fork clattering. Tae smiled innocently. "Careful, Kookie. You’ll scratch the silver."

Yoongi leaned back, boldened by the wine. "Bet your seminar’s boring as hell, Joon. Unlike… other things." His eyes flickered to Tae’s chest.

"Some sights are worth skipping class for." Namjoon snorted, grinning. "Yeah. Like that insane gym selfie someone showed us. Pink lace. Killer ass."

Tae’s cheeks flushed prettily, but she didn’t look away. "Boys," she chided softly, shifting her legs, the chemise riding higher. "That’s… inappropriate dinner talk." Her voice trembled slightly. Jungkook smirked into his water glass. Liar.

The foot slid higher, pressing firmly against Jungkook’s inner thigh. He inhaled sharply. Tae’s eyes met his, dark and knowing. "Isn’t that right, Kookie? We should speak… respectfully." Her toes flexed against his jeans, right over his hardening cock.

Yoongi laughed, oblivious. "Respectfully? Fuck that. We all know what you’re built for, Tae."

Namjoon nodded, staring openly at the damp patch forming between her legs on the silk chair. "Yeah. Built to take it. Hard."

Tae gasped softly, a shiver running through her. Her knuckles whitened on her wineglass. "Please…" she whispered, breathless. "Stop…" But her hips lifted slightly off the chair, pressing her wetness against the cool silk.

Jungkook’s smirk widened. He saw the desperate clench of her thighs, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The slut was dripping. She wasn’t telling them to stop. She was begging them to continue.