Breakfast felt like walking onto a stage set. Jungkook couldn't meet Tae’s eyes. He stared at his coffee, the memory of her flushed, pleading face superimposed over her serene morning glow.

She wore a scandalously short silk camisole, barely covering the curve of her ass as she poured juice. Dohyun, oblivious as ever, scanned headlines on his tablet.

"Something wrong, Kookie?" Tae’s voice dripped honey. She slid into the chair opposite him, deliberately crossing her legs. The slit in her negligee parted, revealing a glimpse of smooth thigh and the pale pink lace edge Jungkook knew intimately from his phone.

He choked on his toast. "Fine," he rasped, flushing crimson.

"Darling," Dohyun announced, folding his paper. "Singapore deal finalized. I fly out tonight. Back next in two days."

Tae’s lower lip jutted in an exaggerated pout. “Two days?" She leaned across the table, brushing her cleavage against Dohyun’s arm. "Who’ll keep me warm? Who’ll put my diamonds on?"

Her gaze flickered, ever so briefly, towards Jungkook. He felt scalded. Dohyun patted her hand. "Behave yourself, kitten. Jungkook will be here." Jungkook nodded stiffly, unable to form words.

Tae sighed dramatically, tracing a fingernail along the tablecloth. "Guess I’ll just have to… entertain myself."

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The campus quad buzzed with midday chatter, but Jungkook’s group huddled under an ancient oak felt charged. He recounted his father’s trip, the words clipped.

Yoongi’s grin was predatory. “Two days? Empty mansion? Just you… and her?"

Namjoon leaned in, eyes gleaming. "Dude. The video… she’s a fucking whore. She wants it."

Yoongi punched Jungkook’s shoulder lightly. "Forget sneaking peaks. Why don’t we help her entertain herself? Come over after your dad’s wheels leave the driveway."

Namjoon nodded eagerly. "Exactly. Show her what real stamina looks like. Fuck that pent-up frustration right out of her."

Jungkook stared at the manicured grass, the image of Tae writhing filling his vision. The heat that had simmered since dawn surged. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.

"Yeah," he murmured, the word thick with promise. "Let’s fuck the brains out of that slut."