The luxury car pulled up to the curb outside the sprawling university frat house, thumping bass vibrating through the windows like a heartbeat. Colored lights flashed from inside, silhouettes of dancing bodies visible through the open doors. Koo gripped the edge of her seat, her tiny black dress riding up her thighs, the red lingerie underneath a secret that made her pulse race. She was nervous—palms sweaty, stomach twisting with excitement and fear. What if Namjoon finally noticed her? What if she could use what Taehyung had taught her?

Taehyung killed the engine, glancing at her with a tight smile. “Alright, princess. Go in there and knock ‘em dead. I’ll be right here, waiting to drive you home when it’s over.”