The morning of the shoot arrived faster than Tae expected.

She woke up early, excitement and nerves twisting in her stomach. She stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, brushing her hair slowly, imagining how she’d look under professional studio lighting. Even just thinking about it made her cheeks warm.

Suho came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You look so pretty already,” he murmured.

Tae smiled shyly at their reflection. “Don’t tease… I’m nervous.”

“You don’t have to be,” he said. “I’ll be right there with you.”

Those words were exactly the comfort she needed.

Until everything changed in the next hour.

⸻

Suho’s phone buzzed aggressively while they were having breakfast.

He ignored it at first.

The second buzz made him frown.

The third buzz made him check it.

And the fourth buzz made him go pale.

“What is it?” Tae asked softly, sipping her coffee.

He didn’t answer at first.

He stared at the screen, his expression collapsing.

Then he exhaled. Hard.

“Tae… I—I have to go to the office.”

She froze. “Now?”

“It’s urgent. The head director called a sudden meeting. If I don’t go, it’ll be bad for my appraisal this year.”

Tae swallowed. “But the shoot—”

“I know, I know,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, I already paid a huge amount. We can’t cancel it. They won’t refund anything.”

Tae’s heart squeezed.

“Then… then I won’t go,” she whispered gently. “We can just skip it—”

“No,” he interrupted quickly. “You should go.”

She blinked. “Alone?”

“No,” Suho said confidently, as if the idea made perfect sense.

“I’ll ask my father to go with you.”

The chopsticks slid out of her hand.

Tae stared at him in horror.

“Suho… I can’t go to a nude photoshoot… with your father.”

Suho burst into laughter so sudden, he had to hold the table.

“Tae! Oh my god—no!” He wiped a tear from laughing. “Silly girl, you’re not doing the nude part!”

“But you said—”

“It’s just random poses!” He waved his hand. “Cute solo photos. Fully clothed. Pretty outfits, you know? We don’t have to follow the trend perfectly.”

She tried to breathe.

“So… I won’t be naked?”

“No, no! You’ll be wearing pretty clothes. Next time when I’m there we’ll do the… you know… intimate ones.”

Tae’s shoulders finally loosened.

“Okay…” she exhaled. “Then it’s fine.”

Suho kissed her forehead, relieved she wasn’t upset.

“See? I knew you’d understand.”

He stood up and grabbed his phone.

“Let me call Dad.”

Tae watched him dial, unaware that this single call would shift her entire fate.

⸻

Suho paced the hallway.

The ringtone buzzed.

Then a deep voice answered, rough with sleep.

“Yeah?”

“Dad? It’s me.”

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked lazily.

Suho spoke in his usual rushed, eager tone, the tone he used whenever he was trying too hard to sound mature.

“I have a big favor. Tae has a pre-wedding nude photoshoot today—”

There was a loud pause on the other end.

“A what?” Jungkook said slowly.

“Nude photoshoot,” Suho repeated casually, like he was talking about a grocery list. “It’s the new trend, apparently. Everyone’s doing it. My colleagues said it’s great for intimacy.”

Jungkook sat up straight in his bed.

His eyes sharpened.

“And… you want me to do what exactly?” he asked, voice low, unreadable.

“I’m stuck at work today,” Suho explained. “But we already paid, so I don’t want to cancel it. Can you go with her? Just supervise. Support her. Make sure she’s comfortable.”

Another pause.

Longer.

Heavier.

Then Jungkook’s voice came through, calm and deep.

“Of course I’ll go.”

Suho exhaled, relieved.

“You’re the best, Dad. I owe you one.”

Jungkook hummed lightly. “Where is the studio?”

Suho gave the address.

Jungkook memorized it.

“And Tae knows I’m coming?” Jungkook asked casually.

“Yes, yes. I already told her you’ll accompany her.”

Suho laughed. “She thought she’d have to be naked with you. Silly girl.”

Jungkook’s fingers tightened around the phone.

“She thought that, did she?”

“Yeah!” Suho chuckled. “But I told her no. She’ll only do simple solo poses. Fully clothed.”

“I see,” Jungkook murmured.

He ended the call with a smirk forming on his lips.

A dangerous one.

Slow.

Dark.

Knowing.

The kind of smile a man wears only when he’s already decided to cross a line.

⸻

He leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling.

His son, that idiot boy, was too trusting for his own good.

A nude shoot.

A beautiful young fiancée.

Alone in a studio.

And Suho thought sending his father was a sensible decision?

Jungkook chuckled under his breath.

He wasn’t stupid enough to think Tae was waiting for him.

But he also wasn’t stupid enough to ignore how his son described her:

Shy.

Flustered.

Easily convinced.

And painfully beautiful.

He already knew how she looked—Suho had shown him pictures proudly, bragging about how lucky he was.

Jungkook hadn’t forgotten those pictures.

He hadn’t forgotten her body, either.

He stood up, stretched, and went to shower, letting cold water wash over the heat building in his mind.

By the time he dressed and headed out, his expression was perfectly neutral.

But inside, he already had an idea.

A plan.

A picture of her bare skin under studio lights.

And for the first time in years, Jungkook felt very, very alive.

⸻

Tae chose a simple slutty dress, thinking it would look nice in photos. She curled her hair, applied light makeup, and kept reminding herself:

It’s just photos.

Just me, alone.

Suho will join next time.

Jungkook-ssi is only there to keep me safe.

She didn’t know that Jungkook had already twisted the entire situation in his mind.

She didn’t know the studio door she was about to walk through would change everything.

She didn’t know the man waiting for her wasn’t the man Suho believed him to be.

She only knew one thing:

She trusted Suho.

And Suho trusted Jungkook.

And that trust was exactly what would destroy her.