The shower spray hit Tae’s bruised skin like needles, but Yoongi’s grip on her hip kept her under the scalding stream. He scrubbed her raw with a loofah, his nails digging into the honey-sticky patches Jungkook had left behind. “Can’t even wash him off you,” he muttered, twisting her chin toward the mirror. Her reflection was wrecked—bite marks down her throat, her pussy still puffy from being stretched too many times. Yoongi’s towel snapped against her ass as he shoved her out of the shower. “Wear your robe,” he growled.

Tae’s fingers fumbled with the tie, her thighs glistening with residual slick. Yoongi snatched the laptop from the coffee table, his jaw ticking as an email notification flashed—RAW INTIMACY CHALLENGE: FULL FOOTAGE. Her breath hitched when his thumb hovered over the link. “Scared?” he taunted, clicking it without looking away from her face.