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Aria returns from a New Year’s party to find her parents swapping partners in a full-blown sex party. Her father Jungkook stumbles into her dark room and fucks her, only to freeze when he sees her face—but she nods, and he kisses her forehead before leaving to slide into his wife’s ass. By morning breakfast, they’re already planning their next encounter, and when Minji catches them in a 69 on the living room floor, she doesn’t get angry—she joins.
Aria slips through the back door at 2 AM, party noise still buzzing in her ears, and pads upstairs past the living room where she catches a glimpse of her mother on her knees between two unfamiliar men. She locks her bedroom door, but the lock is old and the handle turns anyway. Jungkook enters in the dark, murmuring Minji's name, and his hands find Aria's hips before either of them understands the mistake. When he flicks on the lamp and sees her face, his hand is still on her thigh, and he asks—voice rough, not pulling away—if she wants him to stop.
Aria's fingers curl around her coffee mug as Jungkook's knee brushes hers beneath the table, a deliberate pressure that makes her breath catch. Minji slides a plate of toast toward her, her eyes lingering on Aria's flushed cheeks with a curiosity that feels too sharp. 'You came home late,' Minji says, not accusing, just observing, and Aria watches her father's hand tighten on his fork. 'The party ran long,' Aria manages, and Minji's smile curves slowly as she reaches for the butter. 'I'm sure it did.' The silence that follows is thick with everything none of them will say, and Aria feels the weight of Jungkook's gaze on her, a question he can't ask with his wife three feet away.
Aria's knees press into the living room rug, Jungkook's fingers tangled in her hair, when the garage door rumbles open through the wall. They freeze, her mouth still against his thigh, his grip tightening as Minji's heels click across the entryway. The footsteps stop at the living room threshold, and Aria looks up to see her mother standing there, keys still in hand, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Minji sets her purse down, unbuttons her blouse, and says, 'Don't stop on my account.'
Minji's hand slides up Aria's spine, pulling her upright, and she guides Aria backward onto Jungkook's lap. Aria's breath catches as she sinks down, her father's hands gripping her hips, and Minji's mouth finds the curve of her daughter's neck from behind. 'Look at you,' Minji murmurs against Aria's skin, her fingers tracing down Aria's stomach to where their bodies join. Jungkook's breath is hot against Aria's shoulder, and Minji's hand covers his on Aria's hip, pressing them all closer together.
Aria's lips are still wet against her father's thigh when her mother's shadow falls over them. Minji's fingers find Aria's chin, tilting her face up, and she lowers herself to the rug beside them, her skirt riding up as she reaches for Jungkook's belt. 'I said don't stop,' she murmurs, guiding Aria's mouth back down while her own hand slides along her husband's stomach. The three of them breathe together in the lamplight, no words left, only the wet sound of obedience and the creak of the floorboards as Minji shifts closer.