Taehyung stumbled back to his room, thighs sticky, mind reeling, knowing nothing would ever be the same.

Taehyung shut his bedroom door and leaned against it, heart still hammering from the hallway. His cock was half-hard again just thinking about her-Jungkook's dark eyes, her filthy smile, next time, don't hide.

He crossed to his bed in the dark and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slow and desperate. He imagined her under him, around him, those bruised hips in his grip. It didn't take long-he came with a choked groan, spilling over his fingers, Jungkook's name barely audible.

Breathing hard, Taehyung slowly opened his eyes.

For a moment, he lay still in the darkness, trying to calm his racing heart. Then his gaze drifted toward the old mirror standing against the wall.

The mirror had already been there when he moved into the room.

He remembered noticing it on his first day—the heavy, antique frame, the slightly tarnished glass, the strange feeling that came from looking at it for too long. Someone had told him it had been left behind in the room years ago, originally brought down from the attic. Taehyung had never bothered asking why.

Until now.

Something about its reflection was wrong.

Taehyung slowly sat up.

Instead of reflecting his dark bedroom, the mirror showed another room.

He stared.

It was Hyunshik and Jungkook's bedroom.

Their bed. Their curtains. Their furniture.

Their room was clearly visible beyond the glass, as though the mirror had somehow turned into a window.

Taehyung glanced over his shoulder.

His own bedroom was exactly where it should be. The wall behind him was solid. There was no doorway, no opening, nothing that could possibly explain what he was seeing.

He looked back at the mirror.

Hyunshik and Jungkook's room was still there.

His curiosity slowly overcame his confusion.

Taehyung got out of bed and walked toward the mirror. He stopped inches from the glass and raised his hand.

His palm touched the surface.

Cold.

Solid.

Yet the room beyond it looked completely real.

He pulled his hand away, staring at the glass.

Then, cautiously, he extended one finger and touched the mirror.

The image changed.

Hyunshik and Jungkook's bedroom disappeared, replaced instantly by the familiar reflection of his own room.

Taehyung froze.

He touched the mirror again.

The reflection shifted back.

Their bedroom.

His eyes widened.

He tried it once more.

His room.

Again.

Their room.

A strange realization settled over him.

The mirror responded to his touch.

One touch revealed what was beyond the glass. Another touch brought him back to his own reflection.

Taehyung stared at the mirror, suddenly understanding that the old object he had ignored since moving into the room was far more than an ordinary mirror.

He touched it one last time.

The view shifted back to Hyunshik and Jungkook's bedroom.

They were curled together beneath the tangled sheets, finally asleep, their breathing slow and even.

Taehyung watched them for a few seconds before touching the glass again.

The image vanished.

His own reflection returned.

His face was flushed, his hair disheveled, his eyes fixed on the mirror with a mixture of fascination and something darker.

Then his lips slowly curved into a devilish smile.

Now he knew how the mirror worked.

And tomorrow , he already knew exactly where he would be looking.