Kook hauled Tae’s limp body up. She hung over his shoulder. Sand scraped her skin. Her holes leaked a gritty mix of cum and seawater onto his hip. He carried her toward the retreating tide line—where wet sand met dry—and gently laid her down. Tae sprawled on her back, legs splayed wide.

Moonlight silvered her trembling thighs. Her pussy gaped obscenely, pink flesh stretched and glistening with wet sand. Her asshole pulsed, visibly open, packed with grit. Jungkook knelt beside her head. Yoongi crouched near her hips. Namjoon knelt between her spread thighs. They stared—silent predators assessing their kill.