The next morning, Jungkook drove Tae back home, the penthouse still lingering in the air between them β sex, sweat, and the echo of her moans on camera. He pulled up a few houses down, leaning over for one last deep, possessive kiss, his hand squeezing her thigh.
βBe good today, babygirl,β he murmured against her lips. βIβll come by later.β




















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