The carrot cake sat untouched on Jungkook's dining table, cream cheese frosting gleaming under the chandelier as neighbors cooed over Mina's baking skills. Tae leaned against the wall nearby, her micro-skirt riding up with every shift of her weight—just enough to flash Jungkook a glimpse of bare skin when no one was looking. "Poor lonely grandpa," she mouthed at him over Mrs. Kim's shoulder, licking frosting off her thumb with deliberate slowness.

Jungkook's cane creaked under his grip when Tae "accidentally" bent over the dessert table, her skirt flipping up to reveal the glistening pink folds beneath. The old farmer beside him choked on his punch. "Hot in here, isn't it?" Tae giggled, fanning herself while her nipples strained against the sheer fabric of her corset top. Jungkook's knuckles whitened around his plate.