"OH MAN HOLY SHIT!" 

Jin would've sent the youngest a sharp glare for the swear if it weren't for the fact he tackled Yoongi to the ground before he could fling himself into the sea. 

"You idiot! You nearly killed yourself!" Jin shouts angrily shaking Yoongi by the shoulders. The others huddle around the sight like a group of high school girls fresh to the scene of drama. The only difference was they were decently worried. 

Yoongi spits out some sand and brushes himself off before jumping up to his feet. He can feel everyone's eyes fresh against his back. 

The spinning ground beneath his feet whispers into his ears for him to stay, but the sea calls out to him so passionately. 

Make this your night. 

His chest can't help but leap a little. The moon reflects him so broodily upon the water, orbs smothered with this inexplicable glimmer. 

One he's never seen before. 

Something that makes the hurt die. 

Yoongi's knees strain to keep up with his weight as he walks off in wobbles, yet again he's making his way out to the sea. 

"He's slobbering drunk." Namjoon mutters, turning to Jimin. 

"I know." Jimin nods, raking back his orange locks. "He's got this weird smile on his face." 

"Min Yoongi you bastard! Get your ass back over here!" Jin fusses but it's no match for a man who's firstly, wasted, and secondly, couldn't give less of a crap. 

"It's no use, he's already too deep." Hoseok mumbles, patting Jin on the shoulder.

Taehyung sighs as Yoongi runs into a wave head first. "Oh boy..." 

 "Well..." The corners of Jungkook's lips pull. "If you can't beat them, join them." 

For a moment silent looks are exchanged, Hoseok being the first the burst into ridiculously goofy laughter. "Let's go!" 

The others all follow his lead, charging into the waves head first without a care in the world. You could swear that they were all rag dolling judging from how dramatically they'd drive into the water. 

With a sneaky hand clamped to your wrist, Bora tosses you a sly grin.

"Don't even think about it." You peep threw nervous laughter, yet it isn't enough for her to stop sucking the soul out of you. 

"Depends what I'm thinking sis." She licks her lips and flicks her gaze to the others. "And I'm thinking you need to have a little fun." 

"No I-" 

"Too bad!" You try to stop her but when you're sibling is a mini she-hulk that's like asking the impossible.

As you both jump into the sea, you are teased with a mouthful of salt water as the sand beneath cushions your fall. Taehyung is the first to your side, tapping your shoulder playfully, "Tag!" 

"H-Hey!" He splashes some water your way, silencing your protest though the happy screams of others continue.  Arms are flying everywhere, water is being shoved at you from left to right, the whole moment passing by as a blur with each leg pounding into the ground at a time. 

It is a literal fiasco!

So you center yourself, try to find the one who is weak. 

Or who has you seething with vengeance. 

You grin. 

Seems like Bora makes both cuts. 

"Bora watch out!" Jimin jumps a little as you tackle your sister viciously into the water. You can hear the muffled laughter of others as you stagger off in the midst of blinding laughter. And oh boy did she ever look embarrassed. 

Heck her whole face is dipped in velvet. 

"Lee Y/N!!!!!" She roars, tilting her head to pound water out of her ears. This has everyone break out into breathy laughter, even the stone Yoongi himself. 

Then before without any warning, she darts into Taehyung and Jungkook's direction, managing to squeeze stupidly girly squeals from the both of them as they run like their life depends on it. 

After all, you wouldn't be surprised if Bora had secretly had devil's horns.  

Far from the others, you can't help but laugh sinisterly to yourself as you perch against a nearby rock. "They'll never find me here." You whisper softly, ringing out your hair. 

You're basically a self-proclaimed hide and seek genius anyway! 

"Boo." 

You nearly piss yourself and deafen the man in front you with a dolphin-like shrill. "Jesus Christ you gave me a heart attack!" You whine only for him to slap a hand onto your mouth. 

You throw your arms and make a fuss with wide eyes, yet this doesn't seem to bother Yoongi one bit. Instead his eyes are cold on yours, motioning to look to the side. 

Following his lead, you take up his offer with a cocky smile only for it to quickly fade as the running of tides tickles your ears. 

You dare to peek first at the 10 foot beast screaming whiplash. 

Instantly you grab onto Yoongi tight, pulling close to the rock. Yoongi does the same, clutching onto the boulder with every muscle tense.

A gasp rattles your chest as brutal force comes crashing down on your entangled frames. Cold tingling your spine, water shooting down your lungs. You couldn't grip control as you gasped for oxygen, arms heavier with each second submerged under the oceans ruthless possession. 

It's a battle. 

Almost like two giant titans slamming into each other at ridiculously high speeds. Only the sea is a titan not to be tamed. 

It tosses you round, shakes you up, carries you into the distance.

"Y/N!" 

Through the one gasp of air you can manage, "Yoongi!" then without mercy another wave comes pounding into you. You fall back with shut eyes and the water proceeds to spit you out into the shallow with hostile force. 

Defeated, you slump against a nearby rock while panting. 

You finally have the courage to open your eyes and look out. "Yoongi!" You shout again, a shiver of reassurance dances down your spine as he comes dashing over in a panic. 

He presses his warm hands to your cheeks. "Are you okay?"

Choked up with water, you press your forehead to his and nod. Yoongi glides his hand to your waist and takes you close, his warmth melting all your worry away. 

"Thank God!" He smiles widely, opening his lips to say something more when his hands realize your bare back. 

Your lips purse, "Yoongi what is it?" 

Your question seems to catch him off guard, cheeks flaunting a brilliant champagne. He stutters, gaze averted. "Don't freak out, but... your top is missing." 

In the sudden epiphany, you burrito yourself as much as you can with your small arms. You almost feel dizzy with how hot it's become, "Oh my god this is bad! This is really bad!" 

"Don't worry." Yoongi fidgets slightly, offering you the white shirt that was once hugging his frame. Though he has shyed away, you still can't help but smile sweetly to the soft grin pulling his lips. 

"Take it." He mutters. "We'll head back and get you changed before anyone will notice." 

Still with a furious blush staining your cheeks, you whisper quietly into his shoulder, "Thank you." 

You regret accepting his kindness that day.

❈

The scent of lilies tingles your nostrils as the cozy warmth of the blistering fire tickles your toes. Silk sheets embrace your frame loosely and Yoongi returns with the hot chocolate he promised to get earlier. 

Yoongi sets down the two cups in hands on the nearby dresser, yet you can't ignore the wonder dancing in your stomach as he pulls out a pair of clothes tucked beneath his arm. 

He turns away with a red blush spilling so evidently against his snowy skin. "It's for you." 

You return his statement with hesitance, eyes flickering from one thing to the next, all the while with a hand semi-outstretched. "Are you sure?" 

Your timid whisper has Yoongi bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

What is with him right now? 

He gnaws on his bottom lip, doing the thing he does exclusively when he's feeling sexually nervous; brushing back his hair. 

The dim lights aren't helping either. Romantically, they're setting the mood in what should be the furthest thing from a turn on but oh boy... A man shyly offering his clothes is by far the fluffiest thing in the universe. 

Especially when he's so... Nervous. 

Softly, your lips curl. "Thank you... Yoongi." 

He flinches as you call his name, heart bashing against his ribcage in violent bliss. 

"Oh wait. I forgot to get you a shirt." He groans slightly, covering his face with one free hand. He should just get this over with and not embarrass himself any further. 

"You can return it later. So here just take mine for now." He gently places the stack of clothing into your hands and begins to slither out of his cotton shirt. With each inch of material lifted from chest, you feel heat claiming your cheeks with a punch. 

What the heck!?

You swallow hard. 

Toned, slender... His figure is well defined from a feature as basic as his biceps yet as obscure as his shoulders. He nearly mirrors the image of an ideal man of every love hopeless teenage girl.

You should really do something before you begin to drool. 

"Hmm?" He tilts his head and smiles teasingly. "What are you thinking about so deeply?" 

You instantly grab the white t shirt dangling in your vision and utter a swift thank you, prepared to pivot when Yoongi's phone comes tumbling from his pockets. 

"Oh you dropped this." 

"Here let me get that-" 

You both speak in unison, but you're first to the scene, falling to your knees to pick up the device. And as if the silence hanging the atmosphere couldn't make things anymore awkward, a little rascal named Jeon Jungkook sure does. 

Without warning, the door that Yoongi could've sworn he locked earlier, flaps open and the exposed culprit could not look any more guilty. 

Wide eyes. 

A horrified gasp. 

The hanging jaw. 

Talk about the complete package.

Jungkook instantly pins a hand to his eyes with a smile that you know has the wrong idea written all over it. "S-sorry. I-I'll just come back later. 

Desperately you shoot into a straight posture and push Yoongi away from you. "Wait! It's not what you thin-" 

The door slamming on its hinges is enough for you to turn back to Yoongi and snap. "You idiot! Now they're all going to get the wrong idea!" 

"Well I didn't expect him to walk in on us!"

"What the heck is wrong with you? Yoongi, none of this would've happened if you hadn't started stripping in front of me!" You argue with such shamelessness yet the beet red staining your face is more than enough to give everything away.  

Yoongi wiggles his brows flirtatiously, "You know what they say about men from the south." He inches close, nudging his head into the crook of your neck. "Don't you know by now? I'm the prince of Daegu." 

Speechless, your jaw tightens. 

Stupidly. 

Sexy. 

Idiot. 

"Let's just stay like this." He pleads against your shoulder. "Just for a minute. That's all... My princess." 

Little did you know beyond the door disaster was just beginning to bubble. 

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