Tae's fingers trailed lazily up Sehun's thigh under the table, her pinky hooking into his belt loop as she leaned in to whisper something that made him chuckle into his wine. Across the table, Yuna gagged into her napkin. "Mom, seriously? Nobody wants to see—"

"See what, baby?" Tae purred, deliberately arching her back so her silk blouse gaped open—just enough to reveal the black lace bra Jungkook had torn earlier. Sehun's gaze dropped instantly, his fork clattering against his plate. "Your father loves when I'm happy." Her foot slid up Sehun's calf, her stiletto grazing his inner thigh. "Don't you, jagiya?"