The maknae

CHAPTER TWELVE

There were hundreds of them.

Photo upon photo of the young idol, all taken from different distances.

Some from far closer than they should've been.

Pictures of the boy sleeping, and in different states of dress.

How was she able to get that close?

After scrolling through the numerous pictures, detective Kim came upon some videos. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should press play, yet knowing he had to...

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All that could be seen was the underside of a bed and the feet of a male walking about the room. Soon music began to play, the room's occupant singing along as he continued to move around. He walked away from  the bed, disappearing from sight. The clicking of a lock could be heard over the music before the sound of another door being opened was heard, followed by the flipping of a light switch.

Minutes later, the sound of rushing water overlapped the music playing. The camera continued to record from it's position under the bed for a moment before it began to shake from the movement of retreating out from under the large bed. The camera grew steady, revealing a large hotel room. It moved slowly toward the rooms entrance, the sound of running water growing louder. The camera came to a stop in front of a slightly open bathroom door. 

A slender female hand reached out, gently pushing the door open a bit more, enough for the camera to record further into the room. She slowly panned the camera toward the shower, zooming in and focusing on the silhouette of the male inside, who was completely unaware he was being recorded. 

The boy shut the shower off, the girl closing the door slightly, so as not to be noticed, as the shower door slid open and the boy, Jeon Jungkook, stepped out. The girl once again zoomed in on the young idol, focusing on his naked form as he went about drying himself, before the video suddenly ended.

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Bong-cha's face filled the camera screen momentarily before she raised it higher, revealing herself to be laying down. She shifted to her side, the cameras night vision clearly showing the identity of the person who's bed she laid in...

Jeon Jungkook.

The boy was completely unaware of her presence as he slept. She softly traced her fingertips down his side, careful not to wake him, before getting bolder and running her fingers through his hair. Bong-cha shifted again, this time placing the camera on the side table, facing the bed. The full body image showed her to be wearing an oversized T-shirt, the neck almost falling off her shoulder, and the length reaching the top of her knees, the shirt clearly belonging to the sleeping male. She crawled toward the boy, throwing a leg over his waist, kneeling above him. She raised the white shirt to her waist, revealing herself to be nude underneath, and slowly began to pleasure herself. She quickened her pace as she stared down at the sleeping idol beneath her, her breath becoming ragged and uneven. She bucked her hips forward and threw her head back as she reached her climax.  

Bong-cha slipped the shirt off and used it to clean herself before climbing off the bed, folding the soiled shirt, kissing the unsoiled part of the neatly folded garment, leaving a dark red, obvious imprint of the kiss, and setting it upon the pillow beside the boy. Bong-cha disappeared off camera for a moment.

No sound, no movement.

Nothing but the image of Jungkook passed out in a deep, heavy sleep could be seen. It was more than obvious that the young idol was in an unnatural state of slumber. The camera suddenly jostled before evening out, revealing a clothed Bong-cha seconds before the camera went dark, and the video came to an end.