He waited. Fifteen minutes of polite torture—Sehun reminiscing about boot camp, Mina fussing with refreshments, Koo shrinking into the sofa corner, pretending to examine a loose thread on her sleeve.

Finally, Koo murmured an excuse about needing her gardening gloves. Taehyung tracked her ascent up the stairs, noting the precise door she slipped into halfway down the hallway.

Five minutes later, he rose smoothly. "Forgive me, Sehun-ah. That wine went straight through me. Where’s your restroom?" Sehun gestured vaguely upstairs. "First door on the left, Taehyung-ah!" Taehyung nodded, climbing the steps with deliberate calm.

He passed the bathroom door without a glance. Stopped outside her room. The door was painted a jarring, bubblegum pink. Of course it is. He tested the knob. Unlocked. He slipped inside, locking it behind him with a soft click.

Koo spun around, gardening gloves clutched like a shield. Her eyes widened, genuine terror flashing across her face. "Sir! This—this is my room! The bathroom is—"

"I know exactly where the bathroom is," Taehyung cut in, his voice low, dangerously quiet. He leaned back against the locked door, trapping her. "I also know exactly who you are, Koo. Or should I say… SweetKoo?"

Koo froze. Every muscle locked rigid. Her breath came in shallow gasps. "I… I don’t know what you're talking about."

Taehyung chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Denial? Cute. But pointless. I watch you every night. Paid you handsomely, too. Just today Five hundred dollars just to say 'Good morning, Kitten.' You wore that pink lace thong under your baggy sweats today, didn’t you? The same one you peeled off so slowly for VIP_DADDY."

He took a step forward, his gaze stripping away the hoodie, the pretense. "You’re not shy. You’re not timid. You’re a filthy little slut who gets paid to spread herself open for strangers."

The denial died on her lips. The terrified facade melted like cheap makeup. Her shoulders dropped, the trembling ceased.

A slow, knowing smirk curved her candy-pink lips—the exact smirk she used before a particularly explicit close-up. "VIP_DADDY?" she purred, the softness gone, replaced by a low, sultry rasp. "So you're the big tipper."

She sank gracefully to her knees before him, eyes locked on his. Without hesitation, her small hand pressed firmly against the front of his tailored trousers.

The hard ridge beneath the fabric was unmistakable, already thickening under her touch. "Watching me got you this hard, Daddy?" she whispered, fingers tracing the impressive outline. "Even while pretending to listen to Appa’s boring stories?"

Taehyung hissed, grabbing her wrist. "Don't—"

But Koo was already leaning forward, her free hand deftly unzipping his fly. "Shhh," she breathed, her hot breath ghosting over the fabric.

"You wanted to see the real me?" She reached inside, freeing his thick, rigid cock. It sprang out, flushed and straining.

"Ohhh," she moaned, the sound low and throaty. "So big… and so hard just for me."

Before he could react, she leaned in, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the swollen tip. Her tongue darted out, licking a bead of precum. Then, with a soft groan of pleasure, she parted her lips and took him deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. Drool slicked her chin instantly as she began to suck, hard and eager.