THALASSOPHILIA.
the love towards the sea

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"I told you this the first time, and I'm saying it again—in under no circumstances whatsoever am I getting my ass up that fifty-feet tall son of a bitch," Jisung snarled, looking at the soaring structure uptightly, clearly unamused. He glanced at Chenle, who was clearly amused seeing a fuming Jisung.

"I know, I know," Chenle said softly, fingers grazing the younger's palm, giggles escaping his lips. "We're not going up there, hm?"

The latter heaved a sigh of relief, almost as if he had been holding his breath the whole time. "Oh god, thank you so much," he breathed out. "I didn't wanna die today— at least not now."

Chenle took Jisung's hand and held it tenderly, turning to the tall boy. "Cute," he whispered as he caught a glimpse of the boy gazing at the size of the waterpark, and at the numerous fun-sized pools scattered around the resort, may it be casual swimming decks or kiddy pools housing Spongebob and the gang shooting water into the children's faces.

"Oh!" yelled Jisung, jabbing a finger to a pool which had tons of fountains scattered around, shooting water up in the air and splashing everywhere. "Lele, let's go there!"

Chenle snapped out of his trance as the younger dragged him to the said pool, and he was immediately met with a splurge of water splashing onto his face and his swimsuit.

        "Ajkajsmak!" Chenle blabbered as the water hit his lips, bringing his hand up to both wipe the cold liquid off and to protect his face from even more chlorinated H2O.

        Jisung was chuckling loudly, seeing the older struggle under the wrath of the shooting fountains.

        "Aw c'mon Lele, it really isn't that bad!"

        "Oh well it's gonna be bad if I drag you up Monster's Swim!" Chenle quipped with a loud yell, features scribbled with annoyance.

        Jisung's once arrogant smile fell into a pleading look, lips curved into a small and sorry. "Chenle..."

        He laughed a bit awkwardly, "Y-You know I can't go on that slide right?"

        "Oh yeah?!" Chenle fired, a cheeky smile on. "Sorry, Ji, but it reeaallyy isn't that bad!" he retorted, imitating Jisung's words.

        The younger mumbled a string of curses, until Chenle charged at him, footsteps swift, held onto his shoulder blades and slammed him into the flowing fountains, the boy immediately shutting his eyes tightly.

        It was Jisung's turn to speak fluent gibberish, Chenle watching in amusement. "It's not that bad, Ji!" the older mocked, "Why're you acting like you hate is so much?!"

        Jisung attempted to break free from Chenle's hold and get away from the wrathful fountain. And miraculously he did, taking a few steps back to catch his breath.

        And as he sees the older running to him again, he makes a quick move. Wrapping his arms around Chenle's waist, he turned the situation into a hug.

        "Dammit, Lele," he muttered softly, his head on the latter's shoulders. "Sorry."

        Jisung's head was buried on Chenle's wet locks, and his arms snaked on the older's waist tightly, warmth flowing through each of their veins.

        Chenle was taken aback, but his lips quickly turned into a smile, hands unconsciously on Jisung's neck.

        Giggling, the older pulled away from the hug, facing the tall chicken, and leaning in to peck Jisung's lips softly.

        He quickly pulled away to face the younger, bringing his palms up to cup his pink cheeks. "You know you're awfully adorable, right?"

        Failing to keep his confident facade, he managed to mutter, "K-Kinda."

        Chenle could only let out a soft giggle, once again inching closer, slowly and gradually, until their lips connect, like two stray puzzle pieces clipped together making everything whole, filling the dull void in between.

        A kiss so soft and chaste— yet filled with their aching desire for one another. Slow, so slow, yet actions quick to speak. Their brimming love, dripping so teasingly, could be easily tipped over, going further, deeper, yet resiliently they stand tall and proud, maintaining the innocence, the chastity of a single kiss, allusive to their profound love for one another.

        And after what seemed like a decade, they both pull away, their red swollen lips speaking loudly like the proud glint in their eyes.

        "I..." Jisung trailed off quietly, Chenle already smiling widely in anticipation.

        But this wasn't what he had expected.

        "I'm not done yet."

        "AHHHHH!"

        "What was that?"

        Renjun sipped his almost-empty water bottle and looked at Jaemin nonchalantly. "Chenle," he spoke as all three of them looked at the splashing water fountains east-side, and Jisung tormenting the older by slamming him in one of the chlorine-infused geysers.

        "Poor Lele," Jeno muttered under his breath, even if he couldn't hold back the laughter that was dying to cry.

        Renjun tossed the plastic bottle into the trash bins they had just passed by and decided it was time to cool off a bit in one of the numerous pools in the resort.

        "Where'd you wanna go now?" Jaemin quizzed, kicking leaves he would encounter along the cemented path.

        "Slides are cool, I guess," Jeno replied. "But right now I just wanna like, relax."

        "Like be the most chill state possible?" Renjun added.

        "Like be the most chill state possible," Jeno reiterated as if agreeing to his statement. "And maybe sleep," he said, almost like an afterthought.

        "It's one pm, a.k.a. the best time to 'nap'— metaphorically speaking, I'd like to be relaxing like in a state of slumber," Jaemin reconstructed. "A regular pool would do, actually."

        The brown-haired looked at the other two convincingly, "What do you guys say?"

        Jeno cleared his throat, "I'm gay."

        Jaemin sighed. "You know what, nevermind. We're going over there," he jabbed a finger to an empty pool, "whether you like it or not."

        The pool was not that big, nor was it lacking size. No one was there, so the vicinity was peaceful and quiet—just like the paradise they would have imagined.

        The three dropped their bags on the beach beds on the perimeter of the pool, looking at the aquamarine water in anticipation.

        "Ugh," Renjun grunted, but in relief. "I miss this so much."

        As Renjun was slowly getting into the waters via the tiled steps in the very corner, he flinched upon seeing Jaemin cannon-ball into the pool, a big splash following his actions.

        "wHAT KIND OF CHILL IS THAT?!" Renjun yelled at the brunette, a Jeno soon following, jumping into the cold waters just like the overly hyper Jaemin. "Oh god- yOU TOO?!"

        "Oh, Injun," Jaemin rose from the waters, a smirk playing on his lips, approaching the purple-head slowly. "We're here to have fun, sweetheart."

        Renjun's once frustrated face dissolved into a vulnerable look, Jaemin's intimidating smirk putting an end to his nagging. He was melting, knees wobbly, as the brunette's arm snakes around Renjun's tiny waist, his touch sending shivers down his spine.

        Jaemin slowly led Renjun into the pool, body quivering with the cold temperatures until the water was about chest-high.

        Jaemin could see Renjun tensing up, and slowly, he leaned into the boy's ear, hot breath fanning on his skin, whispering,

        "Is Injunnie mad? Nana doesn't like his Injunnie getting mad at him."

        Jaemin looked momentarily at Renjun's nervous eyes and back to his ear.

        "Injunnie needs punishment."

        Jaemin doesn't waste any more time and swiftly attaches his lips onto Renjun's neck, grazing over his skin teasingly, until finally, his wet tongue touches the boy's skin, tracing slow, steady circles.

       Renjun lets out a breathy whimper, hand getting shaky as he slowly holds onto Jaemin's shoulders for support.

        "Nggh~" Renjun moaned, Jaemin lapping his tongue on the latter's neck. Gently, he nips on his skin, a loud whimper escaping his lips.

        "Ahh!" Jaemin smirks into his skin at Renjun, tongue swirling on his neck, hearing the latter's breathing growing heavy and shallow.

        "J-Jaemin..." Renjun stutters, out of breath. "I-I'm s-sorry-"

        But the boy only smirks, whispering, "Sorry's aren't enough, love."

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