The door creaked loudly. Tae froze. Cold dread washed over her. She lifted her head slowly, smeared makeup and Yoongi’s drying semen plastering strands of hair to her cheeks.

Jungkook stood framed in the doorway. His university bag dangled limply from his shoulder. His knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the doorframe. His face—eyes wide, cheeks drained ghost-white—flickered from Tae’s naked, trembling body, slick with three men’s seed, to his father’s hand still gripping her hip possessively. Then Namjoon groaning as he pulled out, cum dripping. Yoongi wiping himself off.