Friday arrived cloaked in nervous electricity. Koo stood before their floor-to-ceiling mirror, adjusting the hem of her dress—a shimmering crimson slip held up by thin straps that plunged almost to her navel. The fabric clung like liquid, leaving nothing to imagination: no bra beneath, no panties.

The cool air kissed her bare skin, making her nipples pucker against the silk. Taehyung’s reflection appeared behind her, eyes dark as he ran a possessive hand down her spine to cup her ass.