The morning sun sliced through the blinds like a voyeur as Yoongi's car pulled up, Tae's fingers white-knuckled around her purse. Mimi stood barefoot in the doorway, her sundress fluttering with each shaky breath—both girls' thighs still sticky from last night's goodbyes. Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, shirtless and smirking, watching Yoongi's jaw tighten as Mimi instinctively stepped toward him.
"One last game," Tae blurted, her voice too loud for the tension-thick air.




















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