Sunlight stabbed Tae's eyelids awake. Naked thighs stuck together with dried fluids, she blinked up at Jungkook's sculpted back—his biceps flexing as he adjusted a tripod near the foot of the bed. Three more cameras perched around the suite, red lights blinking like voyeuristic eyes.

"W-what—?" Tae's hoarse whisper died when Jungkook turned, his cock already half-hard. The morning light carved shadows between his abs as he stalked toward her, tossing a tiny remote onto the sheets. "Recording our s*x tape for your family movie night," he said casually, as if discussing brunch plans.