But sunrise came and went—and Tae’s exhaustion clung to her like Jungkook’s cum between her thighs. Her reflection in the hallway mirror was foreign—fuller hips stretching her sundress, heavier breasts straining the fabric. She pressed a hand to her stomach— when had that curve deepened?

"*Gross,*" Somi’s voice sliced through her thoughts. Tae turned—her daughter lounged on the couch, nose wrinkled. "*You’re getting fat.*"