Later, Jungkook reluctantly pulled on his jeans. "I have to go," he murmured, kissing Tae’s temple. "Mom will be suspicious." His thumb brushed the bite mark on her collarbone—fresh from their earlier frenzy.

Tae traced his jawline. "Your dad already knows," she thought, a flicker of unease crossing her face. He slipped out quietly. Alone, Tae showered mechanically, scrubbing away sweat and cum but not the memory of Jungkook’s claiming. Water sluiced over her as she leaned against the tiles, eyes closed. The plug lay discarded on the sink.