Hana chattered over dinner about random things while Koo's toes curled under the table, Taehyung's socked foot grinding slow circles against her bare ankle. His chopsticks paused mid-bite when she "accidentally" dropped her napkin, bending just enough to flash him the reddened bite marks between her thighs.

Later, Koo pressed against Taehyung in the cramped kitchen as Hana answered a call in the living room. His palm covered her mouth to stifle her moan while his other hand shoved her panties aside, two fingers plunging into her slick heat. "Quiet," he breathed against her ear, pumping ruthlessly. "Or she'll hear how wet you are for her husband."