Heart pounding, Tae crept upstairs, her cum-slicked thighs chafing with each step. The sticky trail felt obscenely hot against her skin. She reached her landing just as Yoongi emerged from his apartment below.

He froze on the stairs, blinking. His gaze swept over her—disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, the damp satin dress plastered to her body, and the unmistakable trickle of milky-white fluid glistening down her left thigh. His eyes widened, face burning crimson.