After the wild night at the club, Jungkook wasn’t ready to take Tae home just yet. The adrenaline, the alcohol, the way she’d performed like his perfect public whore — it had him too wired, too possessive. Instead of driving back toward her neighborhood, he turned the car toward his penthouse downtown.

Tae, still naked under his jacket he’d draped over her torn dress, looked up with hazy, lust-drunk eyes. “Uncle… where are we going?”