He groaned, biting her shoulder. "Yeah. Okay. Yeah." His hands shook as he reached for his discarded jeans, fishing out a condom. The foil packet glinted in the dim light. "Gimme two seconds."
Tae snatched it from his fingers, tossing it over her shoulder. The crinkle of foil hit the piano bench. "Wait—" Jungkook's protest died when she hooked both legs around his waist, her torn lace bodysuit gaping open. "Sweetheart, I can't—"




















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