A few days had passed since that filthy phone sex session, the memory of it lingering in Tae’s mind like a secret thrill—her fingers buried in her pussy, ass shaking for Jungkook’s eyes only, cumming hard while he jerked off on video. She’d tried to focus on Namjoon, texting him awkwardly, but his responses were always polite, distant. It frustrated her, but Jungkook’s “lessons” kept pulling her thoughts back to him, her body aching in ways she couldn’t ignore.

That evening, her parents had invited Jungkook over for dinner—a casual thing, Dohyun grilling steaks on the patio, Jihyo preparing sides in the kitchen. “Kook-ah’s been so busy with work,” Jihyo said as she set the table. “It’s nice to have him over.”