The slurred melody of Tae’s humming cut off abruptly as Jungkook tossed a scrap of lace at her face. "Wear this," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument as he loomed over her in the dim bedroom light. She unfolded the "outfit"—if it could even be called that—her fingers trembling against the sheer fabric of the micro-thong and the bra barely large enough to cover her nipples. "B-but—" she stammered, her pulse fluttering at her throat.

Namjoon’s hand cracked across her ass before she could finish, the sharp smack echoing off the walls. "No arguing," he growled, gripping her chin to force her gaze up. "You go out dressed like the slut you are—or you go out naked." Tae’s lips parted, but Yoongi was already dragging her to her feet by her hair, his teeth scraping her earlobe. "Choose fast," he muttered. "Or I’ll rip these off you in the elevator."