The rhythm became relentless. Jungkook slipped into Tae’s cramped apartment almost nightly, sometimes twice, his hunger insatiable. The thin walls absorbed muffled moans, sharp slaps, and the rhythmic groan of her cheap bedsprings.
Tae kept her promise: slick and ready, dressed in scraps of lace or sheer fabric he'd inevitably rip off. Rent was forgotten, replaced by the currency of her eager body.






















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