The library clock struck midnight, but Jungkook stayed near the campus gates after Yoongi and Namjoon left. He didn't want to go home to the mansion yet, where he would still be reminded of Tae.

He went to another party downtown, using the loud music and cheap beer to forget his thoughts. He stayed out until the sky began to turn blue at dawn.

He walked unsteadily into the mansion's quiet entrance. The floor was cold under his feet. His head was pounding.

Then, he heard a noise from upstairs-a rhythmic, wet slapping sound mixed with sharp gasps and a deep groan. Drawn to the sound, he crept up the stairs. The noise got louder: the sound of skin hitting skin, Tae's high moans, and his father's rough grunts. The door to the master bedroom was slightly open.

Jungkook looked through the crack and froze.

Tae was naked, on all fours facing the door, her back arched obscenely. Dohyun knelt behind her, gripping her hips, driving into her with rough thrusts. Tae’s large breasts swung heavily beneath her, flushed and glistening with sweat.

"Harder, Daddy," she gasped, her voice thick and raw. "Fuck your little slut!"

Dohyun’s hand cracked down sharply on her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint. "Take it, whore," he growled. "Take your husband’s cock."

They were lost in it, oblivious. Jungkook’s breath stopped. His own cock surged painfully against his jeans, rock-hard in an instant.

With trembling fingers, Jungkook pulled his phone from his pocket. He thumbed the camera app, zooming in, focusing tightly on Tae.

The screen filled with the obscene bounce of her breasts, the slick stretch of her around Dohyun, the clench of her ass as he slapped it again. He recorded silently, the phone cool in his burning palm. Tae threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Jungkook held his breath, pressing record. The only sound was the frantic slap of flesh and Tae’s choked cry echoing in the hallway.

He retreated down the hall like a ghost, the video saved. Inside his room, he locked the door. His hands shook as he opened the group chat named "Study Hell" with Namjoon and Yoongi. No text. Just the raw clip attached. He hit send.

The phone buzzed instantly. Yoongi: HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Namjoon: Is that??? Jungkook tapped the video call icon. Their faces filled the screen instantly—Yoongi wide-eyed in his messy dorm room, Namjoon frozen in his neat apartment kitchen.

"Play it again," Yoongi rasped, his voice thick. Jungkook tapped replay. They watched it together, silent except for their ragged breathing. Tae’s moans filled Jungkook’s darkened bedroom.

"Jesus," Namjoon whispered, transfixed. "She’s… she’s fucking begging for it." On screen, Tae arched higher, crying out, "Fill me up, Daddy! Make me yours!" Yoongi’s hand was already moving under his desk, his eyes locked on Jungkook’s screen. "Fuck, Kook… she’s a goddamn slut."

Jungkook didn’t speak. He just unbuckled his jeans, freeing his aching erection. He angled the phone down slightly, letting them see his hand wrap around himself. Yoongi mirrored him, groaning. Namjoon leaned closer to his camera, his own hand working furiously beneath the frame.

"Look at her take it," Namjoon panted. "She’s built for cock. Look at those tits swing!" Yoongi’s voice was a harsh whisper.

"Bet she’d suck all three of us dry right now. Bet she’d beg for it." Jungkook’s stroking grew frantic, his eyes glued to Tae’s ecstatic face frozen on his screen. He pictured her turning that hungry gaze on him.

"Yeah," he grunted, hips thrusting into his fist. "She’d fucking love it." The sounds of their harsh breathing mingled with Tae’s recorded cries until the room dissolved into shuddering silence.