After breakfast, Minho’s phone buzzed on the table, breaking the tense silence. He glanced at the screen, grunted something about work, and stepped out to the hallway to take the call, his voice echoing faintly as he paced.

Tae emerged from under the table, tall and smirking, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Koo’s heart raced, her pussy still throbbing from his tongue. “Tae—you have to leave fast! Before he comes back!”