Later, wrapped in towels, they dressed silently—Koo hurriedly pulling on loose pants and a high-necked blouse, avoiding Taehyung’s lingering gaze. Her skin still burned where he’d marked her. She fled to the kitchen, hands shaking as she chopped onions. Guilt. It clawed her gut—sharp and cold. But beneath it… a raw, thrumming heat. Namjoon’s gentle touches had never ignited her like Taehyung’s brutal possession. The memory made her thighs clench—wetness blooming anew despite the soreness.

Taehyung’s footsteps approached—slow, deliberate. He stopped behind her, chest brushing her back. His breath warmed her neck. “Still sore?” he murmured—voice velvet poison. His hand slid low—not touching her, but hovering near her hipbone. Koo froze—knife clenched tight.

“Flowers,” he breathed suddenly—hot lips grazing her ear. “That’s what you smell like…after I fuck you.” His hand drifted lower—almost brushing her crotch through fabric. “Bet your wet cunt’s still pink. Swollen. Misses Daddy already…”

Koo whimpered—the knife clattering onto the cutting board. She wanted to run—to scream. Instead, her hips tilted back—a traitorous inch—toward his heat. Taehyung chuckled softly. “Good slut.”

Footsteps echoed at the front door—the jingle of keys. Namjoon was home early. Taehyung stepped back—smirk sharp—just as Koo’s husband entered. “Smells amazing, baby!” Namjoon kissed her temple—oblivious.

Koo forced a smile, her stomach knotting. He loves you. You betrayed him. But Taehyung’s stare—across the counter—felt like a brand.

At dinner, Koo sat rigidly. Taehyung lounged opposite her—ankle casually crossed over his knee beneath the table. His bare foot slid forward—slowly, deliberately—until the rough sole pressed firmly against her inner thigh.

Koo choked on her rice. Namjoon frowned. “Too spicy?” Koo shook her head—fingers white around her fork. Taehyung’s foot nudged higher—his toes pressing directly against her damp crotch through the thin pants. God. Heat flared—shameful, undeniable.

She squeezed her thighs—trapping him—but his toes wiggled—rubbing her clit through fabric. Pressure built—sharp and aching. Her breath hitched wetly.

Taehyung smiled—serene—as he took a bite of kimchi. “Delicious meal, Koo.” His toes pressed harder—a slow, maddening grind. Liquid heat soaked her underwear.

Koo bit her lip—hard—tasting blood. Don’t moan. But her hips shifted—seeking more friction. Taehyung’s grin widened. Across the table, Namjoon beamed—proud of his father’s approval. Koo’s nails dug into her palm. One slow slide… deeper… and she’d scream.