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Ëââź They say having feelings for your brother's best friend is never a good idea...
But loving Jungkook feels like the easiest thing in the world.
He's been by your side for as long as you can remember, so it's only natural for you to feel devastated when your brother, Dohyun, tells you that Jungkook is about to get married.
For the first time ever, loving him doesn't feel easy at all.
paining: brother's best friend!jungkook Ă f!reader
genre: unrequited love(?), brother's best friend trope, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn
cw: age gap (jk is 32, reader is 22 ops), tension, reader is WHIPPED, pining, initial unrequited love (my fav), eventual smut (!!adding new warnings when needed!!)
>>english is not my first language
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The following weeks are nothing but work.
As exciting as the idea of leaving for Hawaii is, the reality behind it is far less glamorous. Going on a trip like that means spending more money than youâd usually allow yourself to, and even though every single expense is probably going to be worth it, you know you canât rely solely on your savings. You donât want to spend the entire vacation worrying about how much every meal or activity costs, so you do the only thing that makes sense: you throw yourself into work. You pick up every shift your manager is willing to give you, sometimes even offering to cover for coworkers when they call in sick. Morning shifts turn into evening ones, days blur together, and before long your routine becomes painfully predictable. Wake up exhausted, drag yourself to the cafĂ©, spend hours on your feet smiling at customers, come home with aching muscles, sleep for a few hours, and do it all over again the next morning. Itâs draining, but every time your body begs you to slow down, you remind yourself of the turquoise ocean waiting for you on the other side of all this exhaustion.
Layla notices long before you admit it to yourself. More than once she comes home after finishing her own shift, expecting you to follow right after to watch some terrible reality show together like you usually do, only to realize you donât. Sometimes she sends you a text asking if youâre alive, followed by an eye-roll emoji and a dramatic complaint about having to eat dinner alone. Other times she simply waits up for you, pretending she isnât tired just so she can make sure you actually make it home. Every single time she sees the dark circles settling a little deeper beneath your eyes, she reminds you that Hawaii isnât going anywhere if you decide to take one afternoon off. Every single time, you laugh it off.
You know sheâs right, but you also know yourself. Once youâve made up your mind about something, convincing you to slow down is almost impossible. Eventually, after what feels like the longest few weeks of your life, your suitcase finally sits open on the floor. A quiet sigh escapes your lips as you kneel beside it, your handwritten list resting between your fingers. The paper is slightly crumpled after being folded and unfolded more times than you can count, little checkmarks covering almost every line. You read through it one last time anyway, carefully looking inside your suitcase after each item as if something might have magically disappeared since the last time you checked.
You know Hawaii is going to be unbearably hot, so you resist the temptation to overpack. Heavy sweaters stay neatly folded inside your closet, jackets remain untouched on their hangers, and even your favorite oversized hoodie (comforting as it is) doesnât make it into the suitcase. Instead, you fold another pair of shorts and tuck them neatly between your clothes before squeezing in a wide-brimmed hat that you probably wouldnât wear anywhere else. You stare at the suitcase for another few seconds. Surely youâve forgotten something. You always forget something.
The thought makes you grab your list again, reading every word for what has to be the sixth time this morning before finally convincing yourself everything important is exactly where it should be. Across the room, Layla sits on your bed with one of your pillows hugged tightly against her chest. She hasnât said much for the past few minutes, choosing instead to silently watch you pace back and forth between your closet and the suitcase like someone preparing for a month-long expedition rather than a week-long vacation. When you glance at her, you canât help smiling, she almost looks like a lost puppy.
Her chin rests on top of the pillow, her lips pushed into an exaggerated pout while she picks at a loose thread on the pillowcase. Anyone else would probably laugh at how drastic she looks, but seeing her like that only makes your chest tighten a little. You genuinely wish she was coming with all of you. She wouldâve loved every second of it. She wouldâve insisted on swimming before breakfast, somehow convinced complete strangers to join your group for beach volleyball, dragged everyone into tiny souvenir shops just to laugh at the ridiculous tourist t-shirts, and probably talked Jungkook into trying something outrageously dangerous simply because neither of them knows how to say no to that. The vacation already feels like itâs going to be missing one important piece.
âI promise Iâll send you lots of pictures.â
Your voice pulls Layla away from her thoughts. She slowly lifts her head, her big brown eyes finding yours almost immediately before she lets out the tiniest sigh. The corners of her mouth remain stubbornly turned downward, though she gives you a reluctant nod as if sheâs trying very hard to accept something she clearly doesnât like. âI know you willâ she says quietly. âBut thatâs not really the point.â
She hugs the pillow a little tighter against herself, her fingers still fidgeting with the fabric as she watches you zip open the front pocket of your suitcase for absolutely no reason other than your own paranoia. The apartment suddenly feels strangely quiet, and for a brief moment youâre reminded that this is the longest youâve gone without taking a trip together since becoming friends. âIâll buy you a souvenir too.â
That finally earns you the reaction you were hoping for. Her eyebrows lift ever so slightly, and although she clearly tries to hold onto her dramatic expression, the smile tugging at the corners of her lips wins the battle almost instantly.
âIt better not be one of those ugly fridge magnets.â You laugh under your breath as you lean your weight against the edge of the bed, crossing your arms while pretending to consider it. âI was actually thinking of buying you the tackiest Hawaiian shirt I can find.â
Layla narrows her eyes. âIf you do that, our friendship is over.â
You shake your head, unable to stop smiling. The teasing between the two of you immediately eases the heaviness lingering in the room, and seeing the sadness slowly disappear from her face makes you feel a little less guilty about leaving. âIâll find you something niceâ you assure her, your voice softer this time. âI promise.â She studies you for another second before giving in completely.
âI know you will.â Thereâs no teasing left in her voice now, just quiet certainty.
Once youâre absolutely convinced youâve packed everything you could possibly need, you kneel beside the suitcase one last time and press down on it with both hands before finally pulling the zipper all the way around. It closes without a fight. You stare at it, half expecting it to suddenly burst open just to prove you wrong, but it stays perfectly shut. One less thing to worry about. Unfortunately, your brain immediately finds something else. Over the past few days, youâve caught yourself imagining every possible scenario the upcoming trip could throw at you. Some of them are harmless. You picture lazy afternoons stretched across the beach and endless laughter during late-night dinners.
The others are much harder to ignore because no matter how desperately you try to focus on the vacation itself, one person always finds his way into every single thought. Jungkook. You donât know how your heart is supposed to survive an entire week around him. Youâve never spent more than three days together. Something always interrupts it. Work, different schedules, someone having to leave earlyâŠThis time there wonât be any of that.
Just seven entire days of shared breakfasts, beaches, sightseeing, dinners, conversations, and countless little moments you know your stupid heart is going to cling to for far longer than it should. You keep telling yourself that nothing bad is going to happen but your mind has never been particularly good at listening to reason. No matter how many times you tell yourself to stop overthinking, your brain always finds another possibility to obsess over, another imaginary conversation to replay before it has the chance to happen, another awkward scenario to prepare for. Itâs exhausting, and deep down you know most of those situations will never become reality, yet that doesnât stop your thoughts from circling endlessly until they leave you mentally drained. What if spending so much time around Jungkook only makes everything worse?
What if this trip becomes impossible to enjoy because youâre too busy paying attention to him? You exhale as you try to make yourself feel better. What if the opposite happens? Maybe youâll finally realize your feelings arenât nearly as overwhelming as youâve convinced yourself they are. Maybe a whole week together is exactly what you need to move on, to finally stop romanticizing every tiny interaction youâve ever had with him and start seeing him for exactly what he is. Just Jungkook, your friend. Nothing more.
The thought almost makes you laugh. Who are you kidding? If anything, being around him for seven days straight sounds like the quickest way to make your already gigantic crush ten times worse. With a quiet groan, you rub both hands over your face before forcing yourself to stand. There isnât any point in letting your thoughts spiral now. The trip is happening whether youâre emotionally prepared for it or not, and there isnât a single thing you can do to change that. You walk over to your closet, pulling on a comfortable dress and choosing a pair of sneakers before glancing at your reflection in the mirror. You barely recognize the tired girl staring back at you. The last few weeks have definitely taken their toll, but thereâs also something else hidden behind the exhaustion. Excitement.
No matter how anxious you feel, youâre still about to fly to Hawaii with your friends. You refuse to let your own head ruin the trip before it even begins. You sit down on the floor to wear your shoes, concentrating on the laces. âI need you to find yourself a hot, tall, built Hawaiian man.â
Laylaâs words cut through the silence so suddenly that you canât help the small laugh that escapes your lips. You finish tying your shoes, pulling the knot a little tighter than necessary while shaking your head at her ridiculous suggestion. Of all the things she could have said, of course her first thought is to send you to Hawaii and convince you to come back with a new man.
You glance up at her, finding her still sitting on your bed with her legs crossed beneath her, watching you with a completely serious expression despite the absurdity of her words. The fact that she genuinely seems convinced this is a reasonable plan only makes you smile more.
âYouâre serious?â The amusement in your voice makes her roll her eyes slightly, as if she canât believe youâre questioning her.
âCompletely serious.â she replies, shifting against the headboard as she folds her arms across her chest. âHe has to be tanned too.â You let out another quiet laugh, standing up from the floor. There is something comforting about how easily Layla can make you smile, even when your mind has been stuck in the same exhausting cycle for days.
âAnd where exactly would that get me?â
The question is meant to be playful, but the second the words leave your mouth, the atmosphere changes slightly. Her expression softens almost immediately, the teasing disappearing from her face as she looks at you more carefully. She doesnât need you to explain what you mean because she already understands the thought hidden behind your words. A new person wouldnât fix this. A random guy on a beach in Hawaii wouldnât suddenly erase years of feelings youâve tried so hard to ignore. You could flirt, you could laugh, you could pretend for a few hours that you were completely free from everything that has been weighing on your mind, but eventually you would still come back to the same place. To the same person.
You hate that even the possibility of moving on somehow leads you back to him. Layla lets out a quiet sigh, looking down at her hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
âI love you.â she says softly, and the tenderness in her voice immediately makes your expression relax. She reaches for the pillow beside her, adjusting it behind her back before continuing, her eyes never leaving yours. âAnd I want you to have fun. I really do.â
The sincerity behind her words makes your chest feel warmer. Layla has never judged you for this, as you initially thought she would. She has never told you that youâre being stupid, or that you should simply get over it, or that youâre wasting your time. She knows how complicated feelings can be, especially when they involve someone who has become such an important part of your life. But she also knows how much energy youâve spent trying not to feel them.
âI just donât want you spending the whole trip thinking about him.â she adds, her voice gentler now. âI donât want you standing on a beach in Hawaii and wondering where Jungkook is. I donât want you missing moments because youâre too busy analyzing his every move.â Her words hit harder than you expect, because she isnât wrong. You have a habit of doing that. You notice everything: the smallest changes in someoneâs tone, the way they look at you, the meaning behind a simple gesture. Your brain takes one tiny moment and turns it into a hundred different possibilities before you even realize youâre doing it. And when it comes to Jungkook, that habit becomes impossible to control, mostly because youâre not able to see through him. You already know that a week around him could either be the best thing or the worst thing for you.
Sure, thereâs a chance that constantly being around him will finally make you realize that the version of him youâve built inside your head doesnât match reality and finally let yourself move forward. But something in you is certain youâll spend seven days collecting even more memories to hold onto. The thought is both comforting and terrifying. You sit down beside Layla, your shoulder brushing against hers as you stare at the floor for a moment.
âI knowâ you admit quietly. The honesty of your own answer surprises you. Usually, you would dismiss it. You would pretend everything is easier than it actually is. But you find yourself choosing not to do that with Layla anymore. âI just donât think finding some random guy in Hawaii is going to solve anything.â
A small smile appears on her face, not because she finds your words funny, but because she knows you didnât fully understand what sheâs trying to say. âThatâs not what I meant.â You look at her questioningly. She lightly nudges your knee with hers, a small playful gesture that brings back some of the familiar energy between you.
âIâm not saying you need to fall in love on vacation.â she explains. âIâm saying you need to remember there are other things in your life besides him.â Thatâs the part youâve forgotten. This trip isnât about Jungkook. It isnât about whether something happens between you two or whether you come home feeling exactly the same way you do now. Itâs about you.
Itâs about finally taking a break after weeks of exhausting yourself. Itâs about laughing with your friends, seeing places youâve never been to before, waking up somewhere completely different and allowing yourself to enjoy it without constantly searching for hidden signals. You slowly nod, letting her words settle.
Your voice is quiet, but this time you actually mean it. Not because you suddenly believe moving on will be easy or because you expect your feelings to disappear overnight, but because you know Layla is right. Her smile grows slightly, and she squeezes your hand once.
âThatâs all Iâm asking for.â For several minutes, neither of you says anything. Your suitcase is finally packed, your flight is a few hours away, and you decide that itâs finally time for you to stop overthinking. You convince yourself this week wonât go the way you imagine. Surely itâll be awkward sometimes and there will be moments where your heart feels too heavy and your thoughts become too loud. But there will also be mornings spent watching the ocean, nights filled with laughter, and memories that have nothing to do with your feelings. A sudden ding from your phone interrupts the conversation, the sound cutting through the quiet moment between you and Layla.
You glance down at the screen, already expecting it to be something related to the trip. Sure enough, Taehyungâs name appears, followed by a message letting you know that he is already outside, ready to take you to the airport. A small wave of happiness immediately replaces the calm sadness that had settled over you just moments before. Itâs actually happening. After weeks of saving money and overworking yourself, the day youâve been waiting for is finally here.
You lock your phone and slip it back into your pocket before grabbing your suitcase from beside your bed. The familiar weight of it reminds you that this isnât just an idea anymore. The trip youâve talked about for so long is no longer something sitting on a calendar, itâs happening right now. Layla follows you toward the door, and before you step outside, you turn around and pull her into a hug. You hold onto her for a little longer than usual, letting yourself enjoy the comfort of having your best friend close. Her arms wrap around you almost immediately, squeezing you tightly as if sheâs trying to make up for the days youâll spend apart.
The words leave your lips softly, almost quieter than you intended. Layla pulls back slightly, enough to look at you properly, and even though she smiles, you can see the small sadness behind her expression. âIâll miss you too.â she says, gently fixing a piece of your hair that has fallen out of place. âNow go before I convince myself to hide your passport.â
A laugh escapes you, immediately breaking the emotional weight of the moment. âThat sounds exactly like something you would do.â
She smiles proudly, clearly not denying it. After one last squeeze, you finally force yourself to step away. You wave at her as you walk down the hallway, promising yourself that youâll text her as soon as you land. The moment you step outside, the warmth immediately hits you. The sun is already high in the sky, shining so brightly that you instinctively raise your hand to your forehead to block the harsh light. The sudden brightness makes you squint, and you mentally remind yourself that you absolutely need to find the sunglasses youâve hidden somewhere inside your purse. The sound of a car door closing catches your attention, and when you look up, you see Taehyung standing right there. Heâs wearing nothing more than a simple white tank top and green shorts, his hair slightly messy from the heat. The second he sees you approaching with your suitcase, his entire face lights up.
âAinât that my favorite Y/L/N!!â
He walks toward you with an exaggerated smile, immediately reaching for your suitcase before you even have the chance to protest. His confidence makes you roll your eyes, but you canât stop the small smile forming on your lips. After rolling down the window, Dohyun immediately reacts.
âHey!â His voice carries enough offense that you almost laugh before you even look at him. Taehyung simply glances over his shoulder, completely unfazed by the complaint, while Dohyun crosses his arms and gives him an unimpressed look.
âSeriously? Right in front of me?â
The expression on his face makes the entire situation even funnier. You canât help it- a small laugh escapes you as you watch the two of them argue over something so ridiculous. âYou guys are impossibleâ you say, shaking your head while walking toward the car. Neither of them looks particularly bothered by the accusation. You open the passenger door, and when you get inside, youâre greeted by two familiar faces sitting in the back seat.
Celeste gives you a small smile from her seat near the window, while Namjoon simply nods at you, looking much more awake than you expect him to be considering how early it is. Both of them greet you warmly as you settle into the seat. Before you can even fully close the door, Dohyunâs voice rings from the back. âTaehyung insisted you take the passenger seat.â
You glance at him through the space between the seats, immediately noticing the way heâs squeezed between Celeste and Namjoon. The amount of space he has is almost nonexistent, and the annoyed expression on his face makes it impossible not to laugh. âI hate you.â The words come out dramatically, though the lack of actual anger in his voice is obvious. You look over at Taehyung, who is standing outside the car, still looking far too pleased with himself. A teasing smile appears on your face.
âGuess Iâm really his favorite then.â
You stick your tongue out at your brother before turning back around, ignoring his exaggerated look of betrayal as you reach for your seatbelt. Behind you, Dohyun immediately starts complaining about how unfair the situation is, but you can hear the amusement hidden beneath his words.
A few minutes later, Taehyung returns after somehow getting everyoneâs luggages to fit into the trunk. Once heâs settled behind the wheel, he adjusts the mirrors, turns on the car, and finally pulls away from the parking spot. The roads are surprisingly clear. There are only a few cars passing by at this hour, making the drive much easier than expected. The city feels quieter than usual. You rest your head lightly against the seat, watching the familiar streets pass by through the window as you allow yourself to simply enjoy it.
The airport comes into view sooner than you expect, and despite the excitement building inside your chest, a small part of you wishes the drive had lasted a little longer. Once Taehyung finds a parking spot, everyone begins gathering their things and stepping out of the car. A bunch of groans can be heard as you all stretch, grab your luggages, and prepare to enter the airport. Of course, Taehyung canât let the moment pass without complaining.
âDo you guys realize how expensive the parking ticket is going to be when we come back?â
He looks at the parking area with genuine concern, one hand still resting on the handle of his suitcase, almost looking offended. You exchange amused looks with the others. The moment you step inside the airport, your eyes immediately begin searching through the crowd, looking for familiar faces among the endless movement of travelers, families saying their last goodbyes, and people rushing toward their gates with sleepy expressions. It doesnât take long before you spot the rest of the group. A smile instantly appears on your face. Everyone is already there and somehow, before anyone even says a word, you can tell exactly who arrived together.
All the couples are strangely matching, almost as if they planned their outfits beforehand. Similar colors, coordinated pieces, little details that make it obvious they belong together and you canât help noticing how cute it is. The only exception is Hoseok and his wife. Mostly because Hoseok seems determined to stand out from everyone else.
While the others look effortlessly coordinated, he looks like he has personally decided to become the unofficial mascot of a tropical vacation. Heâs wearing a bright floral shirt that immediately catches everyoneâs attention, paired with a straw hat that makes him look like he belongs on a beach advertisement rather than an airport. You stare at him for a second before laughing. Of course he would be the one to fully commit. He notices your reaction almost immediately and proudly adjusts his hat, clearly pleased with himself.
âDonât tell me you donât love the look.â The confidence in his voice only makes it funnier. You shake your head, still smiling as everyone starts greeting each other. Their enthusiasm is contagious, and within seconds the quiet morning you were feeling before disappears completely. There are hugs exchanged, playful comments about how tired everyone looks, and countless questions about whether everyone managed to pack everything they needed.
After making sure nobody is missing anything important and after several people announce that they are, in fact, ready to survive a week in Hawaii, you all finally start moving.
The check-in process takes longer than expected, mostly because there are so many of you, but somehow even standing in line becomes entertaining. Before you know it, everyoneâs luggage has been handed over and you are officially free from carrying everything youâve spent weeks preparing. Once the suitcases are out of your sight, the group naturally gathers together. You all form a loose circle in the middle of the airport, surrounded by other people, but completely lost in your own little world. The joy among everyone is almost overwhelming. Dohyun immediately starts announcing his vacation goals, including the amount of alcohol he plans on consuming once you arrive.
âI am just saying it nowâ Jimin declares, placing a hand over his chest. âWhatever happens after the first night is not my responsibility.â The statement earns several laughs and a few agreeing nods from the others who clearly have similar plans. Jin immediately begins defending his own preparation skills, especially when it comes to sunscreen. He proudly explains how many different types heâs packed, from the one for his âhandsome faceâ to the one for his body. Of course Sophieâs best friend had to be as quirky as her. You canât stop yourself from laughing.
The energy around you is so light that for a moment you forget about everything else. The exhaustion from working too much, the anxiety youâve carried for weeks, the endless thoughts that have kept you awake at night: all of it fades beneath the happiness surrounding you. This is exactly what you needed. Your eyes move across the group almost automatically, taking in the familiar faces around you until they eventually land somewhere slightly behind everyone else. More specifically, on Jungkook and Sophie.
The smile on your face falters for only the smallest moment. Theyâre standing a little farther away from the rest of the group, quietly watching everyone else with warm expressions. There is something effortless about the way they stand together, something that immediately tells you how comfortable they are around each other. Sophieâs head rests gently against his shoulder, her body relaxed as she leans into him without hesitation. Jungkook notices the movement and without even thinking about it, his hand reaches for hers.
The gesture is small, meaningless. Something anyone else might overlook. But you donât. You never do. The sight of them together sends a sharp ache through your chest before you can stop it. Itâs not unexpected and definitely not enough to ruin your mood, but itâs there. A quiet reminder of feelings youâve been trying to push aside for longer than you want to admit. You look away: youâve already made a promise to yourself. Youâre not going to spend the entire week hurting yourself over something you canât control. Youâre not going to analyze every small gesture between Jungkook and Sophie until you ruin the experience for yourself. You are going to enjoy this.
You are going to let yourself have fun even if Jungkook is there and even if your heart still reacts to him in ways you wish it didnât. For the duration of this trip, you decide that your feelings can wait. You will pretend, just for a little while, that your love for him has disappeared.
That it is somewhere far away, temporarily unreachable. And maybe, if youâre lucky, by the time you return home, it wonât feel quite as heavy as it does now.
The moment everyone settles into their seats, the hype of finally being on the plane slowly gives way to the reality of the long awaiting flight. Once it takes off and the city disappears beneath the clouds, the hours ahead suddenly feel much longer than they did while you were waiting at the gate.
Luckily, you end up exactly where you wanted to be. The window seat has always been your favorite, giving you something to look at whenever your thoughts begin to wander. Taehyung, on the other hand, isnât nearly as fortunate. Heâs somehow stuck in the middle seat, and judging by the horrified expression that has been plastered across his face since takeoff, heâs convinced the universe has decided to punish him.
âI think Iâm actually going to die.â
His voice is barely above a whisper as he leans ever so slightly toward you, making sure the older man sitting on his left canât hear him. You donât even have to ask whatâs wrong. One glance at his pinched expression tells you everything.
âYouâve been saying that for the last two hoursâ you reply with an amused smile, keeping your own voice low. Although youâre trying not to encourage him, you can already tell where this conversation is going.
âBecause Iâve been smelling this manâs sweat for the last two hours!â he mutters, looking genuinely offended by his own bad luck. âI swear he skipped deodorant on purpose.â
You instinctively breathe in through your nose, more out of curiosity than anything else, but whatever smell has been tormenting Taehyung doesnât seem to reach your side of the row. The distance between the window and middle seat is apparently enough to spare you from his suffering.
âI canât smell anything. Also Iâm sure he didnât do it on purpose, let the poor man be.â His eyes widen in disbelief before he lets out another restless sigh, dropping his head against the seat.
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
Taehyung has always had a talent for turning the smallest inconvenience into a full-blown tragedy, and while part of you genuinely feels sorry for him, the other part canât help finding the whole situation entertaining. Eventually, the cabin grows quieter as more and more passengers drift off to sleep. You try watching a movie for a while, but the steady hum of the engines and the gentle sway of the flight slowly make your eyelids heavier until you stop fighting it altogether. You donât even realize youâve fallen asleep.
The next thing you know, youâre waking up with a stiff neck and blurred vision, blinking a few times before noticing Taehyung staring at his phone with a grin he clearly isnât trying very hard to hide. A feeling of immediate suspicion settles in your stomach. âWhat did you do?â Instead of answering, he silently turns his phone toward you. Apparently, while you were asleep, heâd decided to hold a personal photoshoot at your expense. One picture shows your head thrown back against the seat, another catches you sleeping with your mouth shamelessly hanging open, and the last one is somehow even worse, capturing you at an angle that makes you wonder if youâll ever recover from the embarrassment. You slowly lift your eyes toward him. Heâs already laughing so hard that his shoulders are shaking.
âDelete them.â you mutter, reaching for his phone, but he pulls it out of your reach, hugging it against his chest as though it contains something priceless instead of several humiliating pictures of you asleep. âNot happening!â he says with a grin, shaking his head before glancing at the screen again, looking far too proud of himself. âThese are way too funny.â
You narrow your eyes, quickly realizing that trying to grab the phone isnât going to work. If anything, itâll only encourage him even more. âFine.â you say with a small shrug, leaning back into your seat as though youâve suddenly given up. The suspicious calmness in your voice catches his attention, and you almost grin when you notice his smile falter ever so slightly. âThen Iâll tell Dohyun about the time you used his credit card.â Taehyung stares at you, and you watch as all the confidence disappears from his face.
âIt was one time.â he whispers defensively, glancing around to make sure nobody else is listening. âAnd it was a mistake! I grabbed his wallet instead of mine.â
âYou still used it when you saw it wasnât yours.â you reply, amused.
âBecause I panicked!â he hisses, running a frustrated hand through his hair before throwing both hands into the air in surrender. âI just bought groceries!â The offended look on his face is enough to make you burst into laughter, and seeing you laugh instead of continuing with your threats seems to reassure him that maybe you arenât actually planning to expose him after all. Before either of you can keep arguing, the familiar chime echoes through the cabin, followed by the pilot announcing that youâre soon going to land. Your attention shifts back toward the window: the clouds slowly part beneath the aircraft, revealing an endless stretch of crystal-blue ocean surrounding lush green islands. Everything else fades into the background, a smile slowly spreads across your face.
Youâre finally in Hawaii.
Stepping off the plane is enough to make you realize just how far youâve traveled. The warm Hawaiian air wraps around you almost instantly, so different from the one you left behind that it catches you off guard. Itâs heavier, almost humid, carrying the unmistakable scent of salt and tropical flowers that seems to linger with every breath you take. Even the sunlight feels different here- warmer, brighter, almost golden- as it pours through the airport windows, making everything outside look vibrant. The rest of the group gathers around you as everyone slowly makes their way toward the baggage claim area, still looking slightly tired from the flight. Once everyoneâs suitcases have been collected, you follow the others outside the airport, where the heat greets you once again with even greater intensity. It doesnât take long before Jungkook points toward a shuttle waiting nearby, his name displayed neatly on a small sign resting against the windshield.
âI told you I had everything organized.â
There is a quiet confidence in his voice as he gestures for everyone to load their luggages. If thereâs one thing Jungkook has always been good at, itâs planning. Whenever he says heâll take care of something, he actually does, and this trip is proving to be no exception. The ride to the hotel passes quickly.
Your attention never stays in one place for long, constantly shifting from the view outside the window to the conversations happening around you. Palm trees line the roads in a way youâve only ever seen in photographs, colorful buildings replace the familiar streets youâre used to, and every now and then the ocean appears between them, so impossibly blue that it almost doesnât look real. You find yourself smiling without even realizing it. When the shuttle finally pulls up in front of the hotel, a collective silence falls over the group.
For a moment, nobody says anything. Jungkook hadnât been exaggerating. Not even a little. The building standing in front of you is breathtaking, somehow managing to look both elegant and welcoming at the same time. The entrance alone is grand enough to make you instinctively slow your pace as you step inside, your eyes wandering across every detail surrounding you. The reception area is enormous, with polished marble floors reflecting the afternoon light pouring in through the windows. Tropical plants are scattered throughout the lobby, their bright shades of green softening the whiteness of the space and bringing life to every corner. Combined with the warm wooden details and the faint scent of clean laundry drifting through the air, everything feels effortlessly luxurious without ever becoming cold or intimidating.
âThis place is insaneâ Namjoon murmurs behind you and you silently agree.
After checking in, the receptionist hands each room key over with a warm smile before kindly explaining the hotelâs layout, most importantly, the private gate at the back of the property that leads directly onto the beach. The information alone is enough to make everyone even more impatient. Before heading upstairs, you all gather for a moment to decide what to do next. Considering the length of the flight, everyone agrees that a short break is probably the best idea. Just enough time to unpack the essentials, freshen up, and recharge before properly starting the vacation. An hour, no more and after that, straight to the beach. The plan is met with immediate approval. As everyone begins making their way toward the elevators, you canât help noticing how naturally the group splits into pairs. Almost everyone disappears beside their partner without giving it a second thought, exchanging quiet comments about who gets the bathroom first or joking about unpacking as quickly as possible before meeting downstairs again. It makes sense.
Most of the group consists of couples, after all. The only exception, aside from Taehyung, is Namjoon. His wife wasnât able to come because of work, which is why Taehyung picked him up this morning before coming to your apartment. The two of them are sharing one of the rooms instead, and judging by the way theyâre already arguing over who gets which bed, neither of them seems particularly bothered by the arrangement. That leaves you. For the briefest moment, as everyone heads toward their own rooms, a small feeling settles somewhere in your chest. Not exactly loneliness, just⊠awareness.
Awareness that everyone has someone waiting for them on the other side of their hotel door, while yours will open to complete silence. Namjoon and Taehyung had insisted more than once on sharing a triple room instead, so you wouldnât have to stay by yourself. Theyâd argued that it would be more fun, that youâd spend half the night talking anyway, and that there was no point in wasting an extra room. Youâd been tempted but after thinking about it, youâd politely refused. As much as you love your friends, having a room entirely to yourself suddenly feels like a luxury you didnât realize you needed. A quiet place to recharge after long days together, somewhere you can escape to whenever your social battery runs low. Besides, you doubt youâll spend much time inside the hotel anyway. Realistically, youâll only come back here to shower and sleep.
Once youâve reached your floor, you wave goodbye to the others before unlocking your room. The first thing that catches your attention is the balcony. The curtains sway gently with the breeze coming through the open glass door, and beyond them you catch a glimpse of endless blue water sparkling beneath the afternoon sun. You quietly laugh to yourself. You havenât even unpacked yet, and youâre already thinking about the beach. After taking a quick shower to wash away the feeling of the flight, you lie down on the bed, fully intending to close your eyes for the hour youâd all agreed on. It lasts less than five minutes.
No matter how hard you try, sleep simply refuses to come. Youâre too excited. Your mind keeps wandering back to everything waiting outside the room, and eventually you give up with a quiet smile, pushing yourself off the mattress before walking over to your suitcase.
If you canât sleep, you might as well get ready. You pull out your favorite brown bikini with delicate gold details catching the light as you unfold it, slipping it on before throwing on a pair of lightweight white linen pants. They keep you comfortably covered without making you feel too warm, and theyâre perfect for walking through the hotel without feeling like youâre wandering around in nothing but swimwear. Once youâve packed your beach bag with sunscreen, sunglasses, a towel, a bottle of water and everything else you might need for the afternoon, you grab your room key and head for the door. Youâre still far too early to meet everyone else. Which gives you the perfect excuse to do something youâve been wanting to do since the moment you stepped into the lobby: explore.
A hotel this beautiful has to be hiding more than youâve already seen, and thereâs no way youâre spending the next hour sitting inside your room when the entire place is waiting to be discovered. The reception area is quieter than before, with only a few guests checking in and a couple sitting comfortably on one of the large sofas near the entrance. As you stroll across the marble floor, your attention is caught by an elegant wooden sign standing beside the elevators, displaying a detailed guide to every floor of the hotel.
You slow your pace, reading it out of pure curiosity. The ground floor through the fifth are dedicated to the standard guest rooms, while the sixth, seventh and eighth floors are reserved for luxury suites. Your eyes continue scanning the list until they reach the ninth floor, where a fully equipped gym and a spa are listed side by side, making a mental note to convince at least one person from the group to spend a morning there before the vacation ends.
Then your gaze lands on the very last line.
Tenth Floor â Rooftop Pool & Sky Terrace.
Your eyebrows lift almost immediately. A rooftop pool? Jungkook never mentioned that. You glance toward the elevators before looking back at the sign, your curiosity already getting the better of you. If the hotel is this beautiful from the ground, you can only imagine what the view must look like from the very top. Without giving yourself much time to think about it, you step inside the elevator and press the button for the tenth floor. As the numbers slowly climb, you lean lightly against the mirrored wall, quickly placing a strand of hair behind your ear. The elevator ride lasts less than a minute, but somehow your anticipation keeps growing with every floor it passes.
When the doors finally slide open, youâre greeted by a quiet hallway flooded with natural light. At the very end stands a large glass door, and you can already catch glimpses of an impossibly bright blue sky. You donât hesitate. The moment you step outside, a warm breeze brushes against your skin, carrying the unmistakable scent of the ocean with it. Instinctively, you walk straight toward the edge of the rooftop, your pace slowing only when you finally reach the railing overlooking the island.
The view is nothing short of breathtaking.
From up there, the ocean stretches endlessly before you, its surface shimmering beneath the afternoon sun as gentle waves roll lazily toward the shore. The beach youâll be spending the rest of the day on looks even more beautiful from above, a long ribbon of golden sand framed by rows of palm trees swaying softly in the breeze. Lively streets weave through the town, lined with colorful restaurants, little cafĂ©s and boutique shops, while cars come and go beneath you, looking almost impossibly small from where youâre standing. Everything feels so alive, so different from home. You rest your forearms against the railing, unable to stop smiling as you take in every little detail. No photograph could ever do this place justice, yet your first instinct is still to reach for your phone. Layla has to see this. You quickly snap a picture of the view before opening your chat with her, a quiet laugh escapes your lips as you hit send, knowing sheâll probably reply with something along the lines of âI hate youâ followed by ten crying emojis.
âPretty, isnât it?â
The unexpected voice behind you makes your entire body jolt. You let out a loud gasp, instinctively bringing a hand to your chest as you spin around, your heart suddenly beating much faster than it had a second ago. Jungkook stands only a few steps away, an apologetic smile already spreading across his face after realizing heâd scared you.
âI didnât mean to startle you.â His voice is warm, almost sheepish, and although you want to tell him he nearly gave you a heart attack, the words never quite make it out. Instead, your eyes betray you. Almost out of habit, they travel over him before you can stop them. Heâs already changed into his beach clothes, wearing brown swim shorts paired with a loose white shirt that hangs effortlessly over his shoulders. The outfit is simple, nothing particularly remarkable⊠until you look down at yourself. Youâre matching.
Heat rushes to your cheeks so quickly, for something so stupid, that you silently thank every possible higher power that he canât read minds. The coincidence is completely harmless, yet somehow it feels embarrassing, and thereâs absolutely no way youâre pointing it out. You decide to keep that observation entirely to yourself. Turning your attention back to the view before your face has the chance to betray you any further, you clear your throat and finally answer.
âItâsâŠâ You pause for a moment, struggling to find a word that feels big enough for whatâs spread out in front of you. âItâs beautiful.â Your voice comes out quieter than you expect, softened by genuine awe rather than nervousness.
âYou guys really outdid yourselves.â A smile slowly appears on your face as you glance back at him. âThank you⊠for organizing all of this.â
Jungkook simply looks at you. His expression softens into one of those warm smiles that never fail to make your heart skip in the most inconvenient ways.
âIâm glad I was able to do this, for all of you.â As he speaks, he walks over until heâs standing beside you, resting his forearms against the railing just like you had been doing moments earlier. Neither of you says anything after that. The breeze moves gently around you, the distant sound of waves barely reaching the rooftop, and for a little while the two of you simply stand there in comfortable silence, watching the island stretch endlessly beneath the afternoon sun.
You hate yourself a little for noticing it, but somehow the view isnât the only thing that feels beautiful from up there. You check the time on your phone, your thumb lingering against the screen before locking it again. Still half an hour.
A satisfied smile tugs at your lips as you slip your phone back into your beach bag, your gaze wandering aimlessly around the rooftop until it eventually settles on the large pool stretching only a few feet behind Jungkook. The water glistens beneath the afternoon sun, its surface disturbed only by the occasional ripple created by the handful of guests enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. It looks inviting, especially now that the humid Hawaiian air has begun wrapping around your body like a second layer of skin.
You can already feel tiny beads of sweat gathering along your spine, trapped beneath your loose linen pants, and despite having showered less than an hour ago, the heat is already convincing you that another dip in the water wouldnât be such a terrible idea. Without thinking too much about it, you step a little closer and gently tap Jungkookâs shoulder. He turns instantly, looking down at you with quiet curiosity, and instead of explaining yourself, you simply tilt your head toward the pool.
His eyes follow your gesture, lingering on the shimmering water for what feels like an eternity before slowly drifting back to you. He doesnât answer, almost as if heâs genuinely considering the idea, but then a familiar smirk begins spreading across his face.
âWhat if we make it interesting?â
Suspicion immediately settles somewhere in the back of your mind. You fold your arms across your chest, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly.
âIâm listening.â His smile only grows.
âThe last one in buys the first round of drinks tonight.â
Before you even have the chance to react and before your brain can fully process what heâs just said, heâs already moving. In one fluid motion, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, carelessly tossing it somewhere behind him before kicking off his flip-flops without so much as a glance to see where they land. Everything happens so quickly that all you can do is stare for half a second, caught completely off guard by how shamelessly he cheats before you finally snap back to reality.
Your laugh mixes with your protest as you instinctively start running after him, but the beach bag bouncing awkwardly against your shoulder and the sandals still on your feet do nothing but slow you down. You barely make it halfway across the terrace before he reaches the edge of the pool, and a heartbeat later heâs diving into the clear water without the slightest hesitation. The splash echoes across the rooftop. When you finally reach the edge, slightly out of breath, Jungkook is already resurfacing, dark hair slicked back as he pushes it away from his forehead with one hand. The grin waiting for you when he looks up is insufferable. The grin of someone who knows heâs won.
âThat wasnât fair.â you complain, trying to sound offended despite the smile threatening to betray you. Resting your hands on your hips, you look down at him with exaggerated disappointment. âYou cheated!â
He laughs quietly, the sound softened by the water surrounding him, before lazily resting both forearms against the edge of the pool.
You scoff. âYou know thatâs a lie.â He shrugs without a hint of shame, his shoulders disappearing beneath the water for a moment before rising again.
âYou shouldâve seen it coming.â
You shake your head, unable to stop yourself from laughing under your breath. Some things truly never change. Jungkook has always loved winning, even when it means bending the rules just enough to pretend he hasnât. Before you can think of another comeback, he suddenly scoops up a handful of water and flicks it in your direction. The cool droplets land on your stomach and bare arms, making you instinctively gasp as you stumble a small step backward.
âJungkook!â He only laughs again, the teasing never fading away from his expression. âDonât be a sore loser, sweetheart.â His voice loud enough for the words to reach you differently than they probably should. You hate how smug he looks right now. You crouch beside one of the loungers, carefully placing your beach bag down before slipping off your sandals. You freeze as you simply stand there, your fingers absentmindedly hooking beneath the waistband of your loose linen pants as you take a slow breath. You shouldnât suddenly feel so aware of yourself, and yet, this feels overwhelming. Slowly, you slide the pants down your legs before stepping out of them, leaving you in nothing but your brown bikini.
Your eyes lift, only to notice Jungkook already looking at you. His gaze is calm as it drifts over you carelessly, as though he isnât even aware heâs doing it, lingering just long enough for your stomach to tighten before slowly returning to meet your eyes. Itâs only a few seconds. Maybe less. But it is enough to make warmth creep across your cheeks once again.
Without warning, your mind flashes back to years ago, to the last time heâd come over to swim at your familyâs house. Youâd spent the entire afternoon trying so hard not to embarrass yourself in front of him that youâd ended up almost drowning.
You actually consider turning around. Grabbing your clothes and pretending youâve changed your mind. Anything to escape his eyes lingering on you.
As though sensing the hesitation settling into your body, Jungkookâs expression changes almost imperceptibly. Without taking his eyes off yours, he slowly lifts one hand out of the water and reaches it toward you, his fingers opening just enough to silently invite you closer.
âCome here, Y/n.â His voice is lower now. There isnât a trace of mockery left in it. Your eyes remain locked on his hand for longer than they probably should before slowly finding his face again. You grab his hand as you sit on the edge of the pool, your feet sinking into the water first. The cold immediately spreads through your skin, sharp enough to make you hiss before you can stop yourself.
The words escape your lips without really being directed at anyone, more like a simple complaint thrown into the air. But Jungkookâs fingers tighten around yours, a small gesture that instantly pulls your attention back to him. The warmth of his touch feels almost out of place compared to the icy water beneath you, and somehow that contrast makes you more aware of every single detail: the way his thumb brushes against your hand, the amusement in his eyes, the way he seems far too comfortable with you.
âI know the perfect way to make it warmer.â
The meaning behind his words hits you much harder than you expect. A thought, completely inappropriate and way too quick, flashes through your mind before you can push it away, leaving you momentarily dizzy from your own imagination. You hate how easily he can make you lose focus, how a simple sentence from him can suddenly feel loaded with possibilities you have no business thinking about and leave you feeling hot and bothered. You donât even get the chance to ask what he means before his grip shifts and, with barely any effort, he pulls you into the pool.
The water swallows you whole. For a few seconds everything becomes muffled, the world reduced to the sound of bubbles and your own startled heartbeat. When you finally break the surface again, you immediately gasp for air, pushing wet hair away from your face as you try to process what just happened. Jungkook is already laughing.
âAre you out of your mind?â Your voice comes out somewhere between disbelief and irritation, but the expression on his face makes it impossible to actually stay angry. He looks far too pleased with himself, clearly enjoying every second of your reaction. You wipe the water from your eyes, moving your hair away until your vision clears again. The second you can see him properly, the urge to get revenge becomes impossible to ignore. Without wasting another second, you swim closer and place your hands on him, determined to push him underwater with every ounce of strength you have.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â His voice is full of amusement rather than concern, because apparently he already knows you wonât be able to get him under. You ignore him completely, focusing only on your mission. The fact that he barely moves makes your determination grow even more. If anything, his confidence annoys you enough to make you try harder. You climb onto him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist while your hands press against his head, attempting to force him beneath the surface. The position should probably make you more aware of how close you are, but right now your only thought is winning. Unfortunately for you, nothing happens. Jungkook doesnât even seem slightly affected. You let out a frustrated breath, refusing to admit defeat. If brute force doesnât work, youâll find another way. You release your grip for a moment and gather as much water as you can between your hands before pushing it directly toward his face.
âThatâs right!â The satisfaction in your voice is impossible to hide as you celebrate your small victory. You have no intention of stopping anytime soon, especially not when his reactions are this entertaining.
Between his complaints, his laughter, and the various attempts to convince you to surrender, Jungkook quickly realizes that words are not going to work on you. Your stubbornness has completely taken over, and he knows there is only one way to make you stop. Before you can prepare your next attack, you suddenly feel his hands wrap around your arms.
The movement is quick but careful, stopping you without hurting you. Your wrists are held firmly in place, leaving you unable to continue your ridiculous attempt at revenge. You try to break free immediately.
âYouâre not stronger than me, sweetheart.â
The sentence alone should not affect you. It should not make your thoughts suddenly go quiet, and it definitely should not make you realize how close you actually are. But it does. Because you are still wrapped around him, your body pressed against his as your arms somehow find their way around his neck instead of pushing him away. The playful fight disappears so spontaneously that you almost donât notice the exact moment when everything changes.
The sounds around you begin to fade. The conversations from outside the pool, the movement of the water, even the distant noises that had filled the background- all become meaningless. It feels as if time slows down just enough for you to fully understand the situation you are in. You are too close. Close enough to see every drop of water resting on his eyelashes before sliding down his skin. His breath mixes with yours, warm against the cold water surrounding you. You can feel your heartbeat becoming heavier, faster, as your mind suddenly betrays you with memories you wish you could ignore. Flashes of that dream appear for the hundredth time in your mind without warning. The same impossible closeness, the same feeling of being unable to move away⊠itâs all happening again right in front of you. In real life.
Your breathing becomes irregular, and you hate that he can probably notice. You hate that his eyes are holding yours so intensely that even the thought of looking away physically hurts you. His gaze doesnât leave yours. It feels like you are trapped there, completely surrounded by him, with no possible way of escaping. And then, totally unprovoked, you swear you see his eyes drop. His attention shifts toward your lips as your tongue brushes against them, the movement noticeable enough to keep Jungkook from looking away. And before you can stop yourself, your own eyes follow the same path. The distance between you suddenly feels unbearably small- one wrong movement could erase every boundary you have been trying to keep. Your noses are almost touching, the space between you charged with your unspoken thoughts. His hands settle on your hips, the warmth of his touch making your breath catch. You instinctively move closer, completely hypnotized by him.
Your mouth is now only inches away from his plump lips, any trace of self-restraint suddenly silenced by your eagerness.
âY/nâŠâ he whispers, suddenly aware of the dangerous nature of the situation.
âOh God, such a cute couple!â The voice cuts through everything. The spell breaks instantly. You pull away from Jungkook so quickly it almost feels like you have been burned, the sudden distance between you doing nothing to calm the heat spreading across your skin. Your heart is still racing, and you hate that you cannot tell whether it is because of the cold water or because of what almost happened. You turn toward the old lady, ready to explain that she misunderstood, that itâs not like that, but she is already walking away, completely satisfied with the conclusion she reached.
Your thoughts are a complete mess. You force yourself to look anywhere except at Jungkook, because the second you meet his eyes again, you know you will remember exactly how close you were.
âWe should go, theyâre probably waiting for us.â You are the first one to speak, your voice quieter than you intended. Before he can respond, you move toward the edge of the pool and climb out. You donât even turn around. You just walk away, leaving the water and Jungkook behind.
You call the elevator and moments later, Jungkook catches up to you. Neither of you says a word. When the doors open, you step inside as he does the same, reaching out to press the button for the lobby.
By the time you and Jungkook catch up with the others, it becomes painfully obvious that youâre the last two to arrive. The conversations around the group die down almost instantly as everyone turns to look at you, and the sudden attention sends a rush of heat to your cheeks. You donât need a mirror to know what you look like. Your hair is damp, your clothes are clinging to your skin, and by seeing how far the two of you are standing from each other, youâre convinced your expression alone is enough to give you away. The thought settles heavily in your chest before you can push it aside, leaving you with the overwhelming certainty that you look guilty. The idea alone is enough to make panic creep back under your skin.
âWhat the hell happened to you two? Why are you soaking wet?â Jin asks, glancing between you and Jungkook with obvious curiosity. You freeze for a moment, desperately trying to find your voice, but your mind refuses to cooperate. Before the silence has the chance to stretch long enough to become suffocating, Jungkook answers for you, explaining that you found a pool on the rooftop and decided to cool off before joining everyone else. His voice is so calm that you almost believe he thinks nothing wrong has ever happened. Everyone begins moving, while you remain trapped inside your own thoughts, unable to convince yourself that things are really that simple.
The walk to the beach passes in a blur. You watch as Taehyung stubbornly insists on inflating a beach ball with his own breath despite Hoseok repeatedly offering him the pump. He spends nearly a full minute trying before pulling away with an offended look, claiming the ball has to be defective while everyone around him laughs at his determination. The scene almost manages to distract you, and for the briefest moment you even catch yourself smiling before your thoughts drag you right back to the rooftop.
You can still picture the way heâd been looking at you. The way neither of you had moved. The space between you had become so small that you could smell the faint scent of toothpaste lingering on his breath. You force the memory away before it has the chance to ruin you completely.
As soon as your feet touch the sand, everyone starts getting comfortable, spreading towels close to the water and dropping bags wherever thereâs room. You place yours beside Celesteâs, hoping to blend into the group without drawing any more attention to yourself than you already have. Sophie is the first to lie down, immediately holding out a bottle of sunscreen toward Jungkook without even looking up.
âCan you do my back?â He takes the bottle from her hand and kneels beside her towel. âYeah.â You look away before your mind can betray you again. Pulling your own sunscreen from your bag, you turn to Celeste instead.
âCould you help me too?â She agrees without hesitation, a soft smile on her face.
You hand her the bottle before lying down on your stomach, folding your arms beneath your head while she carefully spreads the sunscreen across your shoulders and down your back. The touch should be relaxing, yet every muscle in your body remains tense. Your breathing still hasnât settled, and no matter how slowly you try to inhale, it never quite feels like enough. Your mind keeps replaying those last few minutes, especially how close you came to losing control- to kissing him until you were both completely breathless.
Thereâs no way he hasnât figured it out by now.
The way he whispered your name was all the confirmation you needed.
Nothing between you will ever feel normal again. Every accidental touch will remind you of how close heâd been. Every look across the room will make you wonder whether heâs thinking about it too, or whether heâs trying just as hard as you are to pretend none of it ever happened.
Your eyes begin to sting. Youâre going to lose him. You blink hard, willing the tears away before they have the chance to fall, because the last thing you need is for someone to notice. You push yourself up and clear your throat. âI think Iâm gonna go for a swim.â
You barely give the words time to settle before standing, brushing the sand from your legs and making your way toward the water without waiting for anyone to answer. The temperature is colder than you expect when it reaches your feet, but you welcome it anyway, continuing forward until it curls around your calves and knees, hoping the chill will quiet the thoughts that refuse to leave you alone. All you hear is the sea. Your breathing finally begins to slow. You close your eyes, letting the breeze cool your face, then- almost instinctively- you glance back toward the beach.
Jungkook is already looking at you. Even from where youâre standing, thereâs no mistaking it. The moment your eyes meet, something inside your chest twists so painfully at the way heâs staring at you. Suddenly youâre convinced he can see straight through you, panic written all over your face. You turn back toward the open water before he has the chance to catch your expression for more than a second, wrapping your arms around yourself as another wave crashes gently against your legs.
An intrusive thought settles deep inside you without giving your heart time to rest.
You just ruined everything.
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Guys, things are finally getting interesting. đ
I must say, I love writing scenes with Taehyung, heâs so much funnn :P
As always, let me know what you think! đ
