Tae woke at 3:17 AM to the wet smear of Jungkook’s cum cooling between her thighs. The bedroom reeked of sex—leather, sweat, the tang of her own slick still glistening on the sheets. She carefully peeled herself from the mattress, wincing as dried fluids crackled on her skin. Jungkook’s arm lay heavy across her waist, his fingers twitching possessively even in sleep.

The guest room door creaked when she nudged it open. Junho was curled fetal on the twin bed, his cock straining against sweatpants soaked with precum. His face was blotchy from crying, lips moving around silent pleas even as he dreamed. Something twisted in Tae’s chest—a sharp, guilty thing. She crawled onto the narrow mattress, pressing her naked body against his back.