The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as Koo stretched lazily in bed, her body still aching from the night before. She smirked, remembering the way Taehyung had shoved her face into the mattress while Hana slept down the hall. Downstairs, the front door clicked shut—off to the office, the happy couple. Koo rolled out of bed, slipping into a scandalously tiny black dress that barely covered her ass, the thin fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.

She sauntered into the kitchen, humming to herself as she plucked a strawberry from the fridge. Leaning against the counter, she dragged the fruit slowly between her lips, sucking the juice from the tip with a deliberate moan, her tongue swirling around it like it was something far more sinful. The doorbell rang, and she smirked, popping the last bite into her mouth before swaying to the door.