The next morning, Tae stretched lazily in bed, her skin still tingling from the previous day's exploits. She glanced at the clock—her parents would leave for the market soon. A slow smirk curled her lips as she picked up the mop propped against her bedroom wall, rolling the handle between her palms with deliberate suggestiveness. "Time to clean Grandpa Kook's house again," she murmured, already imagining the old man's hungry gaze following her every move.

By the time Tae sauntered into Jungkook's living room, her oversized t-shirt barely covered her ass, and the sway of her hips made it clear she wore nothing underneath. The mop sloshed water across the floorboards as she dropped to her knees with exaggerated flair, her bare cheeks jiggling with the impact. Jungkook's cane clattered to the floor behind her. "Careful, grandpa," she called over her shoulder, bending forward to swipe the mop in slow circles. "Wouldn't want you to... trip."