It had been a day since the Kim family had moved into their new mansion. Everyone was busy unpacking their belongings and settling into their newly assigned rooms.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim had taken the spacious master bedroom on the ground floor. Directly opposite their room was the bedroom occupied by their eldest son, Seojun, and his wife, Jeony.

Upstairs, the family's second son, Kim Hyunshik, had settled into a room with his wife, Jungkook. The youngest of the Kim siblings, Taehyung, had taken the bedroom right next to theirs.

With boxes still scattered throughout the mansion and everyone slowly making their new rooms feel like home, the Kim family was finally beginning to settle into their new life together.

Taehyung was looking for a plain cloth to wipe the dust from the table, but after searching through the cupboards, he couldn't find one anywhere. With a small sigh, he decided to borrow one from Hyunshik's room.

As he approached the room upstairs, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

He was about to knock when a faint, muffled moan came from inside.

Taehyung paused.

His curiosity got the better of him. He stepped closer and cautiously peeked through the narrow opening.

What he saw made him freeze in place.

r, the sight he saw make the whole blood in the body run toward downward

uff... hyun ...ahh some one ahhh..mm will hear us hyun ahhh atleast close the door

jungkook said satanding in front of the wall mirror, only wearing a t shirt

Taehyung couldn't tear his eyes away. Through the gap in the door, he watched Jungkook's reflection in the mirror-cheeks flushed, lips parted, that oversized t-shirt riding up her thighs as Hyunshik pressed against her from behind. One of Hyunshik's hands gripped Jungkook's hip hard enough to bruise; the other had shoved beneath her shirt, palming her breast roughly, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she whined.

"So what if they hear?" Hyunshik's voice was low, teasing. He bit down on Jungkook's shoulder through the cotton, making her gasp. "Let them. Maybe they'll learn something."

"You're-" Jungkook's breath hitched as Hyunshik rolled his hips forward, the wet slap of skin against skin finally audible. His fingers pinched her nipple hard, pulling a broken moan from her throat. "Fuck, you're such a slut when you want to be."

"Says the one dripping down her own thighs."

Taehyung's hand drifted to the front of his pants without conscious thought. He was hard, aching, watching his brother's wife get absolutely ruined against that mirror. Jungkook's knees were trembling, her palms flat against the glass now, leaving foggy prints with every gasping breath. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, Hyunshik's hands never leaving them-kneading, pinching, twisting her nipples until they were red and swollen.

Hyunshik grabbed a fistful of Jungkook's hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. "Look at yourself," he commanded. "Look at what a mess you are."

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, dazed and dark, meeting her own reflection-and then, somehow, through the narrow crack in the door, she found Taehyung's.

For one heartbeat, they stared at each other.

Hyunshik noticed nothing, too busy rutting against her, his hands now shoving her shirt up to bare her breasts completely, heavy and bouncing with every brutal thrust. He caught one in his mouth, sucking hard, and Jungkook's head fell back, her eyes still locked on Taehyung's through the gap.

She didn't look away. Instead, her lips curved into the filthiest smile Taehyung had ever seen, and she pushed back harder against Hyunshik, moaning loud enough that anyone in the house could hear. Her own hand came up to cup her free breast, pinching her nipple in clear view, putting on a show just for him.

"Fuck," Taehyung whispered, frozen in the hallway, hand still pressed against his own straining erection. "Fuck."