After finding a few more crabs and an assortment of shells, all you could see was sand, even when you looked up and away from it. You had been staring at it for so long, your eyes were dry and your vision blurry. You now lay on the ground a few feet from the waves, your arms draped over your forehead to shield you from the sun. Namjoon was lying next to you, his arms tucked under his head, in utter bliss. You would be content spending forever in this spot, here, with him.

You heard him shift, and when you opened one eye to see him leaning up on one arm and staring at you. "What now?" He asked.

"This was YOUR idea." You pointed out with a laugh.

"Well, yes. But is there something in particular you'd like to do while we're here? I'm pretty sure searching for crabs was more for my own enjoyment than yours."

"Who said I don't like searching for little crabs?" You sat up and dusted the sand off of your back. He followed suit and leaned forward, reaching under your knees and pulling you to sit with your legs on either side of his hips. Your breath left you in a rush as his hands made their way to your backside, effectively closing any distance your body had from his. His height completely hulked yours, so his face was perfectly level with yours, and so close. Too close.

Gods, he was so good at making the rest of the world fall away. Your noses touched, but you still had an inch or so of space, giving you a chance to see that he was staring at your lips. It made your head swim.

"Do you?" His breath fanned your face, and you could almost taste the spearmint gum he had been chewing on the drive here. Just a little bit closer. . . Wait, he had just said words. Right? You inhaled deeply as he tilted his head a fraction and caressed your lips with his. "Answer me." His whispered demand cut through the fog in your conscious.

You blinked. "I...um, what?" He chuckled, the sound coming from somewhere low in his chest, you could feel it shake you. You were trying so hard to pay attention, really you were. But the devil underneath you was trying harder.

"I said," he took your lower lip between his teeth and skimmed it with his tongue, "do you like it?"

He could have asked you if you liked drinking insecticide on weekends and you would have said yes. "So much." You couldn't help yourself, he had broken you - in the best ways. You grabbed two greedy fistfuls of his hair and finished what he had so cruelly started. You were all tongues and teeth and shaky breaths and everything else disappeared.

From his cross-legged sitting position, Namjoon squeezed your bottom and pulled you even closer, and you could feel him hard underneath you. Your muddled brain was getting cloudier by the minute, and you plunged deeper into oblivion with every stroke of his tongue against yours. You had to stop this before you couldn't. Leaning back on your haunches, you dug your feet into the sand and used as much force as possible to push Namjoon down.

You hovered over him, your hair shading his face like a wall on either side. Your hands had moved to rest on his upper arms and you reluctantly - and with no small amount of difficulty - pulled yourself up and away from his tantalizing mouth. You knew you needed to catch your breath, but you needed him to be thrown off even more.

Before he could react, you pushed yourself into a standing position and started to back away from him slowly. He looked at you quizzically, but made no move to follow. Upon seeing the smirk that had wormed its way onto your face, his eyes narrowed. "What are you. . ." But you were already running. "Hey! Wait! Why, you little!" He growled and you didn't have to look back to know that he was already coming after you.

You took off, ignorantly refusing to pace yourself as you tried to put as much space between the two of you as possible. If you looked behind you, it would slow you down. You wanted to see how much slack he had already picked up with those long legs of his, but you decided instead to let the fear of him suddenly pouncing on you at any given second propel you forward.

Bolting down the shoreline, you quickly realized how much of a hindrance the wet sand was to your goal. You had to stop yourself from falling a couple of times, and it was causing you to lose speed fast. Your lungs burned after a few short minutes, your breath coming out in sharp pants.

The sound of the waves crashing against rocks muted any noise Namjoon made while he ran. You had to risk it, you had to know how close he was.

Your eyes widened as you saw him barely four feet from you - christ he was fast!

"Shit!" You called out with a laugh as you increased your own speed in attempts to win the race you had started. Who had more stamina? Him. Could you out run him for that long? No. You were fighting to keep breathing steadily, and your feet kept squishing into the sand, forcing your legs to have to work harder.

You dug the toes of your shoes deeper into the sand, trying with all you had to go faster, but he was gaining ground quickly. Only a couple feet behind you now, and you squealed involuntarily as you took a hard right in the direction of the ocean to dart away from his outstretched arms.

But it was too late. Only barely managing to get your feet submerged in the cold water, you felt his large hand wrap around your elbow, spinning you slightly and bringing you back toward him. You yelped in surprise and ran into him roughly, your body colliding with his broad chest.

Your hands raised to press against his pecs to keep yourself from smacking your face into his sternum. When he spun you, the momentum from your run combined with the bitch we call gravity sent you free falling to meet the ground. You gasped, trying to take a fist full of his shirt in hopes that it would stop you from crashing down onto your back side. But instead it just insured that Namjoon came down with you.

"Shit!" He shouted. Luckily, his instincts kicked in, and one of his long, strong arms wrapped around your lower back to make sure he took the impact of the fall. Unfortunately, there just wasn't enough time. Despite his chivalry, the two of you hit the ground together, sinking slightly into the sand as you both landed on your sides.

"Ouch." You wined through a pained laugh. It wasn't that bad, but the throbbing in your ribs where Namjoon's arm had dug in between them told you that this would definitely show up as a bruise tomorrow that you silently prayed Nova wouldn't see. God knows you didn't want to explain that, or bail her out of jail if she just skips the questions and goes straight to assumptions.

Namjoon groaned, he had taken the brunt of the harsh landing and you were half on top of him. Still, his arms wrapped around you, tight and protective. At least the sand near the water had been softened enough that it wouldn't completely ruin your day. You burrowed your head in the crook of his neck and felt his chest rumble.

"Okay, maybe not the best idea." You said between small fits of laughter.

"Ya think?" Namjoon shot back. Shifting onto your side, his arm still resting along the small of your back, you dug your elbow into the sand as you propped your head up with your palm.

"Well you didn't have to tackle me." Technically he hadn't, but it was easier to place the blame on him rather than admit you were just clumsy as hell.

"I didn't tackle you, I chased you." Namjoon said with a heavy sigh as he turned his head. "And that's only because you had the brilliant idea to run from me in the first place."

His hair was speckled with sand as he looked down at you. He met your gaze for a brief moment, just long enough that you were lost in his eyes before he suddenly shot up, and toward you.

Rolling you over, he loomed half his body over you as he pinned you to the sand. His fingers laced through yours as he held your hands over your head. His smile had become sly before disappearing. His brows furrowed and his eyes hardened the way they do when he's about to talk about something serious.

"I'll always chase after you, Y/N," He half whispered. The look on his face was like he was willing you to read the meaning and truth in his words. You believed him, how could you not? He hadn't given up on you once, even when you had told him that you wanted a chance to explore whatever feelings you had for Jimin, his best friend. The same could definitely not be said for any ordinary man.

He had given you time and space to breathe and figure things out for yourself, even though he was sacrificing the very limited time you had to spend with him. He hadn't pushed you, hadn't demanded or expected anything from you. He was understanding and patient, and you were so undeserving. At this point, it was crystal clear to you who you had chosen, and in the back of your head there had never even been any real doubt. But after everything, did you really have any right to assume that he would still choose you? Of course not.

"Namjoon..." Your voice was soft, nearly shaking as his words washed over you. You needed to tell him . . . Tell him what? That you were sorry? That you pick him? So many words were trapped behind your lips and you had no idea in which order to free them. But he simply leaned down and let his kiss be his response. His mouth was sweet and warm and gentle and purely Namjoon.

You let your eyes flutter closed. Raising your arms, you wrapped them around his neck, pulling him close as you granted him access by opening your mouth.

One hand was used to prop himself up in the sand above you, the other moving to your cheek to cup the side your face. You could feel the rough texture of the sand on his palm scrape against your delicate skin but the tender way he held you, like you were made of glass that could shatter if he used too much pressure, could have made you cry.

You lost yourself in his touch, in his gentle affection that threatened to drown you. A meteor could have struck the earth, and you wouldn't have given a single fuck. Well, that was until the moment was rudely interrupted. But not by a person, or a low flying seagull. No, your body was forced into shock as you had unknowingly fallen directly into the path of the roaring waves.

In an instant, the two of you were consumed by foamy water as it drenched your latched bodies, soaking through your clothes. You broke free from the kiss with a startled gasp and a scream as freezing water cascaded over you; Namjoon let out a holler. The wave pulled back towards the ocean after a few seconds, leaving you both sopping wet, dripping messes on the shore of the beach.

"Cold! Cold!" You said, shivering violently.

"Maybe not the best idea to make out so close to the ocean." Namjoon said with a guilty laugh. Good, this was his fault.

"Ya think?" You rolled your eyes half heartedly.

He stood and pulled you along with him. Your eyes widened when he gripped the hem of your tank top and pulled it up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Your arms raised automatically and he lifted your shirt over your arms.

He smirked and moved to take off his clothes. "Acclimating to the cold, of course." You shrieked as he hoisted you over his shoulder and ran straight for the treacherous ocean.