Joon was chilling at a campus cafe with Yoongi and Jin, still buzzing from last night’s club madness—laughing about how Koo had taken every cock like a champ, her holes leaking cum for hours. “Man, that slut’s pussy was still tight after the first ten guys,” Yoongi smirked, sipping his iced americano. Jin chuckled, “And her ass? Gripped like she was born for gangbangs. You sharing her again, Joon?”

Joon grinned, about to boast, when his phone buzzed—Dad: “Home. Now. Urgent.” He stiffened, face paling. “Shit… Dad sounds pissed. Gotta bounce.” He bolted without explanation, jumping into his car, tires screeching as he sped home. “Fuck, what now? Did he find out about the club? Or Koo?” Heart pounding, he rehearsed his innocent act—good boy face on, the one that always worked on his parents.