Tae fumbled with the soaked jersey, tugging it down over her bruised tits as best she could. The hickeys throbbed under the fabric—dark purple reminders of Jungkook’s mouth. She slipped out of his locker room, legs still shaky, and hurried to wait outside Namjoon’s.

The door banged open. Namjoon stormed out, towel low on his hips, water dripping from his hair, eyes already blazing when they landed on the #1 across her chest.