Tae woke to a dull, sweet ache blooming along her thighs and hips—

the kind of ache that didn’t hurt…

just reminded her of everything she had let them do.

Her breath shivered out.

Her body still felt warm, too warm, as if their hands were still on her.

She blinked, shifting in the sheets—

and froze.

There were voices.

Low. Male. Too close.

Then the clink of a plate.

She sat up sharply.

Three men were already in her room.

No knocking. No warning.

Just… inside.

Namjoon in a soft grey t-shirt, leaning near her window.

Yoongi sitting on the edge of her desk chair, legs spread.

Jungkook standing by her bed with a tray.

All of them looking at her.

Her tiny nightdress riding up her thighs.

Her hair a mess.

Her cheeks already burning.

“T-this is my room…” she whispered softly.

Jungkook smirked, setting the tray down beside her thighs.

“We noticed.”

Yoongi leaned back, gaze dropping once over her body in a way that made her knees press together on instinct.

“You sleep like you’re asking trouble,” he murmured, voice gravel soft.

“Dress that short? You expecting someone to come wake you?”

She hid her face in her hands.

Why did they always make her feel like this—

like she was the one who shouldn’t be caught looking innocent?

Joon walked closer, slow, deliberate.

He held something in his hand—a spoon.

“Breakfast,” he said, tone gentle in that way that always made her shiver more than the dirty things they said.

“You barely ate yesterday. Thought we’d help.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue.

“Nah, she ate,” he murmured under his breath.

“Just… not food.”

Tae’s entire body jerked with embarrassment.

“K-kook!” she whispered, voice cracking.

His grin widened.

“What? You look cutest when you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Yoongi dragged his chair closer—too close.

The wooden legs scraped softly on the floor as he pulled right up to the side of her bed, sitting so near her knee touched his thigh.

His eyes never left her chest.

Not once.

She tugged her nightdress higher, instinctively trying to cover her cleavage—

his gaze only deepened.

Joon sat on the other side of her bed, lifting a piece of fruit from the plate.

“Open,” he said softly.

Her lips parted before she even realized she obeyed.

He fed her slowly, deliberately, brushing his fingertips against her mouth as if he had all the patience in the world.

She chewed nervously.

Joon’s thumb brushed the corner of her lips, wiping something invisible.

His touch lingered.

His eyes locked with hers.

“Messy girl,” he whispered.

Heat shot down Tae’s spine.

Jungkook leaned in from behind her shoulder, his breath warm against her ear.

“Your mouth looks better when it’s busy,” he murmured low enough only she could hear.

She sucked in a breath, thighs squeezing tight.

Joon fed her another bite.

Yoongi’s chair creaked as he shifted even closer, elbow brushing her knee.

His voice was quiet but edged with something dark.

“You were making little begging sounds yesterday.”

Her breath stuttered.

Yoongi tilted his head.

“You remember?”

She did.

Her whole body remembered.

“D-don’t talk about it…” she whispered.

Jungkook chuckled, reaching out and tapping her chin with a single knuckle.

“Why not? You were the one whining for more.”

“Kook,” Joon warned lightly.

But even he was smiling—soft, knowing, like he’d been replaying everything too.

Tae grabbed the bedsheet, fists tight.

Her skin felt too sensitive, every word grazing her like a touch.

Yoongi lowered his voice further.

“We haven’t forgotten,” he murmured near her ear.

“How warm you got. How greedy. How you kept asking—”

“Yoongi,” Tae gasped, eyes wide.

He smirked.

“What? Just reminding you.”

Jungkook crossed his arms, leaning on the wall.

“Actually,” he said lazily, “I’m curious.”

“About?” Joon asked.

Jungkook’s eyes dragged down Tae’s body, slow, hungry, unashamed.

“How sore she is.”

Tae hid her face again.

“Don’t hide,” Joon murmured, gently pulling her hands down.

“We like seeing you flustered.”

Her heart thumped hard.

She tried focusing on her breakfast, but the meal never stood a chance.

Every bite Joon fed her felt like an invitation.

Every stare Yoongi gave her felt like a touch.

Every word Jungkook whispered felt like a hand sliding down her body.

When she swallowed the last bite, she exhaled shakily.

Jungkook tilted her chin up with two fingers.

“Still hungry, sweetheart?”

She nodded softly—

but they all knew she didn’t mean food.

Joon brushed her hair behind her ear.

“You know,” he said gently, voice dipping low, “we didn’t even finish what we started yesterday.”

Tae’s breath caught.

Yoongi hummed.

“Not even halfway.”

Jungkook grinned slowly.

“And she looks ready for more already.”

Her whole body trembled.

Joon traced her cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Tell us when you want it,” he said.

Not if.

When.

Tae swallowed hard, unable to speak—

because her body already knew the answer.