The red dress lived up to its reputation. Cutouts snaked across Tae's ribs and dipped scandalously low in the back, leaving almost nothing to imagination. Silk clung to her curves like liquid flame.

When she walked into the convention hall's of the ballroom, draped over Jeongguk's arm, conversations stuttered mid-sentence. Eyes widened, forks froze halfway to mouths. Even the clinking crystal seemed to pause.

Jeongguk’s jaw tightened possessively, his hand firm on her waist, but pride burned bright in his eyes as he scanned the room. Mine.

Jungkook materialized beside them, whiskey swirling in his glass. His gaze raked Tae from the plunging neckline to the dizzyingly high slit. "Christ, Tae," he breathed, voice thick. "You trying to kill someone?" He didn't look at his brother.

Jeongguk’s knuckles whitened on her hip, a silent warning. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, tone dangerously level. Jungkook smirked, raising his glass. "Hard not to."

Later, after Jeongguk’s tense business meeting spilled into an exclusive afterparty, Tae stifled a yawn against his shoulder.

"Headache, darling," she murmured, lips brushing his ear. "Going home." He kissed her temple, distracted by a CEO vying for his attention. "Lock the door," he muttered, eyes already scanning the room.

The penthouse was silent, cool marble under her bare feet. Water droplets traced paths down Tae's skin as she padded from the steamy bathroom, wrapped only in a plush white towel knotted loosely above her breasts.

The dim kitchen light cast long shadows. She reached for a glass, filling it from the tap. Thirsty gulps echoed in the quiet. Then, a shift – a tall, familiar silhouette leaning against the counter near the fridge, half-hidden in shadow, suit jacket discarded, tie loosened. Gguk. Relief and lazy arousal washed over her. He was home early.

"Miss me?" Tae purred, letting the towel drop pool at her feet. She stepped forward, completely naked, skin glowing faintly in the low light. Her arms slid around his waist from behind, pressing her full breasts against his back.

He stiffened instantly. Before he could turn, she spun him, rose onto her toes, and captured his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue sought his urgently. He tasted faintly of whiskey instead of coffee, smelled of expensive cologne, not Jeongguk's usual cedar. But desire fogged her senses.

His hands flew to her hips, gripping hard, pulling her flush against him with a low, ragged groan. His kiss wasn't gentle – it was frantic, possessive, his tongue plunging deep as his hands slid down to cup her bare ass, lifting her slightly off the floor.

Tae moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. He'd never kissed her like this – so filthy, so desperate. But she arched against him, lost in the heat, grinding against the hard ridge she felt pressing through his trousers.

And she had no idea she is naked and kissing her husband’s twin brother, Jungkook.