Koo had been thinking about Taehyung nonstop for days. Every smirk, every flicker of heat in his eyes when she bent too far or flashed too much—those little cracks in his control made her wet every night. She was convinced he was close to breaking.

So that evening, she slipped into Mimi’s house again, wearing a tiny lilac sundress with no bra and no panties, determined to push her luck. She thought she’d find him alone, maybe watching TV or working in his office. Perfect for another round of teasing.