Morning light sliced through the curtains like an accusation. Jungkook sat stiffly at the breakfast table, his coffee untouched, his collar buttoned too high. Every muscle in his body screamed run, but his traitorous eyes kept flicking to the hallway—waiting, dreading—

Tae swept in like nothing had happened, her satin robe fluttering open to reveal a lace bralette barely containing her tits. Her nipples pebbled against the fabric, and Jungkook's fork clattered onto his plate. Yuna didn't notice, too busy scrolling through her phone, but Sehun chuckled, leaning in to kiss his wife's throat. "Someone's energetic this morning," he murmured, patting her ass.