Seung Hyun barely had time to throw his bag down before you grabbed his collar and yanked him forward. His laugh was cut off by your mouth crashing against his, rough and hungry. His hands instinctively went to your waist, pulling you closer as he tried to push back just as hard.

But you weren’t having it. With one shove, you had him flat against the couch, straddling him before he could flip the tables. You bit his lip, tugging until he groaned, your nails digging into his shirt.

“Still think you can win against me?” you muttered, breath hot against his mouth.

He smirked, eyes blazing as he tried to sit up, but you shoved him right back down. “I don’t need to win,” he rasped, his grin turning sharp. “I just need you.”

You kissed him again, even rougher this time, all teeth and fire. He groaned into your mouth, his body arching up into yours, but every time he tried to take control, you slammed him back into place. He was strong, wild, just as reckless as you—but he let you lead, every push of his lips and every grip of his hands molded to your pace.

Ji Yong, who had been sitting on the floor gaming, exploded first. “SERIOUSLY?! In front of me?!”

That was when the door opened, and in came Daesung, Taeyang, Bom, CL, Dara, and Minzy. They froze instantly.

Bom nearly dropped her drink. “Oh my god—”

Dara squealed, covering her face. Minzy ducked behind CL, who just groaned, muttering, “Called it.”

Taeyang looked like he was about to faint. “You two—ON THE COUCH—while everyone’s watching?!”

“Don’t look then,” you shot back, grabbing Seung Hyun’s jaw and pulling him into another rough kiss, deliberately ignoring them all.

His breath hitched, and his smirk slipped into obedience as he whispered, “Anything you say.”

“Good boy,” you murmured, biting his lip again before claiming his mouth, rougher, faster.

Daesung clapped like it was a show. “Our noona is terrifying—and he LOVES it!”

Ji Yong dragged his hands down his face. “I’m begging you guys to make it stop. Please.”