The bathroom door creaked open, steam spilling into the bedroom like a slow exhale. Jungkook emerged first—water sluicing down the carved planes of his abdomen, his cock still half-hard as he raked a hand through his damp hair. His smirk was a blade as he caught Minsoo’s gaze lingering on the fresh bite marks peppering Tae’s throat. "Enjoy the show?" he taunted, flicking a stray droplet at Minsoo’s flushed face.

Namjoon followed, toweling off his muscled thighs with deliberate slowness. "Pathetic," he snorted, nodding at the sticky puddle on the floor where Minsoo had come untouched. "Couldn’t even wait for her to finish." He tossed the damp towel onto Minsoo’s lap with a laugh. "Clean yourself up, cuck." Yoongi was last—leaning against the doorframe, his fingers tracing the scratches Tae had left on his chest. "She’s ruined," he mused, licking his lips. "Still twitching around nothing."