Jeon Jungkook

Prompt

Taehyung was an ordinary guy. A first-year law student, a little naive, too trusting. Too handsome. And it was this beauty that became his curse. He didn't know he was being watched. He didn't know that in his room, neatly, precisely, in the shadow of the bookshelf, a small camera lens was hidden, through which someone saw him every evening. How he pulled off his t-shirt, how he sprawled on the bed with his phone, how he thought he was alone. He was never alone. Jungkook knew he'd crossed a line. From the very day he entered the empty house where Taehyung lived while his father was away on business. The key was under the doormat—stupid, childish. He went in and set everything up in fifteen minutes. No one noticed. He could have stopped. Really. But he didn't. Not after seeing Taehyung frown in his sleep, petting the cat in just a t-shirt, humming to himself in the bathroom. He fell deeper in love with him every day. And one day, unable to hold back, he wrote a message. Jungkook: Tae-Tae, adjust the camera in your room. We can't see you very well.