They hauled Tae toward the festival. Neon lights pulsed against swaying palm trees—drums thumped somewhere deep. Lantern-strung alleys wound past booths selling fire-roasted meats and sticky rice sweets. Tae stumbled, barefoot in the sand. Her outfit? A crimson thong so flimsy it vanished between her cheeks—and a silver mesh "bra" barely containing her heavy breasts.

Jungkook gripped her elbow… hard. Namjoon walked behind—his palm constantly smacking Tae’s exposed ass cheek. Thwack. The sharp sound echoed. Tae flinched. People stared—women whispering, men grinning. Yoongi leaned close— "See them looking? They know what holes you offer." Tae blushed furiously… but her nipples tightened visibly beneath the mesh.