Tae blinked spots from her vision as Jungkook pocketed his phone, the smirk on his lips promising something darker. "Get up," he ordered, stepping closer—so close his polished shoes nudged her bare knees. When she hesitated, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked, forcing her onto unsteady heels. She gasped—more surprise than pain—and Jungkook chuckled, sweeping her into his arms like she weighed nothing.

Her breasts pressed flush against his chest as he carried her down the hallway, Tae's fingers digging into his shoulders—the muscle there flexing under her nails. He smelled expensive, the cologne on his throat mingling with something muskier beneath. The bedroom doors groaned open to reveal a king-sized monstrosity, silk sheets already rumpled. Jungkook deposited her carefully—mockingly gentle—before stepping back to unfasten his cufflinks.