Days passed by. The doorbell chimed at 7:03 PM—*his* signature triple tap—and Tae nearly shattered the crystal tumbler in her hand. Ice cubes clattered onto the marble floor as she lunged for the intercom, her silk robe fluttering open to reveal the lace teddy beneath. The screen flickered to life, framing Jungkook’s smirk in grayscale. "*Open up, mommy*," his voice purred through the speaker, low enough to coil heat between her thighs. Her fingers hovered over the lock release. "*Hana’s—*"

"*Gone*," he interrupted, pressing closer to the camera—his black hoodie riding up to reveal the waistband of her favorite panties tucked into his jeans. "*Sorority sleepover*. I checked."