The morning light slashed across Koo’s naked body like a knife, her skin sticky with dried cum, her thighs trembling as she curled into herself on the ruined sheets. The bed smelled like sex and salt—their cologne, their sweat—nothing left of her except the ache between her legs. The front door clicked shut an hour ago. No goodbyes, no kisses. Just the echo of their laughter as they left her dripping and empty.

Minsoo leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his lip curled. “Married slut,” he hissed, his eyes raking over her bruised hips, her swollen pussy. “Look at you—spread open for hours, begging like a bitch in heat.” Koo flinched, her fingers clutching the sheet—stained with Yoongi’s load, Taehyung’s bite marks. “Sad now?” Minsoo mocked, kicking the bedframe. “Three cocks weren’t enough to fill that greedy cunt?”