Later that evening, Tae stood ankle-deep in the retreating tide as the sun bled crimson across the horizon. She wore nothing but a sheer, turquoise mesh sarong knotted loosely at her hip—ghostly fabric fluttering against her bare skin. Below, bright green fabric barely covered her nipples and cunt. Jungkook materialized behind her, fingers snaking around her waist. "Beach night," he murmured into her ear, teeth grazing her pulse point. Tae shuddered. Kook’s palm slid possessively over her mesh-covered ass, squeezing hard. "Sand’s warm," he growled. "Perfect... for wrecking you."

Namjoon appeared silently beside them, scooping Tae up effortlessly. Her gasp dissolved into the roar of the surf. He carried her deeper into the water, waist-high waves crashing against his thighs. Yoongi trailed them, eyes dark. "Rules tonight?" Yoon teased, fingertips brushing Tae’s wet nipple through the sheer fabric.