#3tan

nsfw warnings: many, many much teasing lol, choking, shower sex, sneaky sex, back shotttttsss, the chains stay on, the hat stays on fuck!!, hair tugging, oral (m/f rec), quickie bc they aren't alone!!, breast play, so much kissing my god, aftercare is cute, reader is cute, yoongi is cute, these are supposed to be nsfw warnings but oh well

“You got everything?” 

“Yeah, I think so,” you respond from the hall, checking your bag and making sure you packed right. And all your stuff’s in place but wait something’s missing. What’s missing? 

Oh, shit. Your sunscreen. 

Heading back into your room, you snatch the bottle from your desk before checking yourself in the nearby mirror, loving how your perfume is staying on for once and kinda liking how this new sundress compliments your every curve. Getting it online of all places? Reia deserves all your love for the find. 

You note to thank her as you head back out into the hallway, walking and checking your phone before turning into the kitchen for your water bottle. 

But as soon as you round the corner, your whole body whips into another, and all you feel is a sturdy let pliant build before cologne and hands grip your arms. 

“Hey, watch—”

“Shit, my bad—”

Wait. What the fuck.  

What the fuck? 

You expected your brother to be the one you bumped into, since it was only the two of you in the house. When the hell did Yoongi come in and why the fuck does he look like this? 

The tee showing off his pecs is enough. The long shorts should be more than enough. 

But the hat. On his head. Is backwards. 

The sight alone careens you back to the good old days. Summers your brother dragged you along to hang with all his friends, hooping on random courts or strolling down trodden sidewalks. Almost all of them at some point had ballcaps or snapbacks that loosely sat on boyish heads—even Taehyung and Jimin with theirs hilariously swinging sideways. 

But this boy is very much a man now. 

And his cap is sitting dangerously fitted on his handsome, attractive as hell hair. 

This is what he chose to wear today of all days? The day you all head down to the beach? Goddamn, you aren’t gonna survive the trip.

Your mind is attempting to find words. Your body is screaming to launch onto him and devour. But your brain cannot get anything to cooperate so all you get out is a measly, pathetic, “You’re good.” 

Oh, god. Yoongi’s mouth is curving up and tilting your entire universe off the edge say something else say anything else. Literally anything else! “I mean, I’m good? We’re good? …Good..?” 

A single puff of laughter isn’t supposed to make your soul moan and three simple words are absolutely not supposed to make your thighs squeeze. 

“You’re good, doll.” 

And yet you fucking do all of that anyway. Fuck! 

Gripping your bag and trying to calm your racing heart, you clear your throat before attempting to look around him. “I need to.. Uhh. Grab my thing.” 

Based on the blatant way he checks you out, Yoongi wants to say something. Or more devastating of a thought, he wants to do something. 

But a shout from the foyer beyond the kitchen smashes any tension coming to a head, and you both freeze,

“Yoong, you got the drinks?” 

Devious, your lethal, backwards hat wearing secret calls out while not tearing his gaze from yours, “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Well, fuck if you aren't about to do the same in just a second.

But your head pops out of the gutter as Yoongi steps aside, angling himself so you can walk through the passageway and onto tiled floor. Whispering, he puts a bold hand on the lowest curve of your back, 

“Not playing nice today, huh.” 

What. What did he just…? What does he mean?

You pin him with confusion, weeping inside when he throws you a wink and oh fuck did he just squeeze your ass? 

You are gonna fight this guy. 

After the tiniest squeal you can muster, you call out to your brother while swatting Yoongi’s hand away—ignoring his cheeky little laugh, “Everyone should be here soon, yeah?” 

Both your sibling and Jimin walk to the front room as he answers, “Just about. You still okay driving?” 

Jimin’s here, too? Did you just not hear anything as soon as you saw Yoongi? “Oh, Dom said she’d drive my car. She doesn’t trust anyone else to do long stretches.” 

Which, frankly, you’re totally fine with. Dom’s an excellent driver anyways.

“Okay, so we’ll all head to the beach house but we’ll meet you guys after playing.”

“On the pink outdoor courts?”

The question comes out because you’re genuinely curious. Not because you wanna sneak a peek at this man playing while looking like that, of course. Having him present and not doing a single thing is already bad enough because why the fuck did he wear his hat like that today?

Get it together. 

“Nah, we’re playing baseball today. Why, you gonna play in that dress?” 

Jimin starts to say something as Yoongi opens the fridge behind you, and you wonder if he was sent to get the soju stocked in there before you crashed into him. “I wouldn’t bet against her.” 

“See? He’s smart. I have one hell of an arm,” you chirp, taking a sip of your water and watching Yoongi set some green bottles on your island. It seems you were right on the money. “Nah, I was just wondering if you were gonna join us after. We’ll need to find more chairs and umbrellas if you do.”

“Yeah, we planned to,” your brother responds, “But don’t wait up if we take too long. We might play for awhile.” 

“K.” Turning to Yoongi, you keep talking, because you’re excited to give info and even more hyped that he’s coming on this trip. “You know there’s a pool with a lazy river there, too?” 

“Oh, yeah?”

You admit your nod is a bit goofy, but damn if you can’t help looking at that smile. It’s a wonder you remember to swing back to the other guys in the kitchen when your older sibling laughs in realization,

“Oh, is this the place you kept watching videos about?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s just the beach!”

“Umm, when have we gone to a whole beach resort? And it’s huge!”

You’re doing the thing again. The animated hands, the little bounces, anything that your body can do to expel extra energy. 

And the only way you noticed is the fact that all three of them are either smiling or shaking their heads in familiar laughter.

“Alright, let’s go before they tell us the volume of the pool in liters,” your brother teases, pulling a light laugh and a low chuckle. 

“I know what it is, too, I calculated—”

Bigger laughter cuts you off before you let out your own, and the front door opens with three girls before the guys head out. 

“Road trip time!”

“I’m so ready to read on the beach.”

“Y’all better use the bathroom before we go. I’m making the least amount of stops so we get there asap.”

Thank everything with higher powers that your friends are now here. You could only take so many sips from your water bottle to avoid looking at the demon in your kitchen.

For your sanity, you hope the drive seems short and the guys play long. Seeing Yoongi out with his friends and being himself? Laughing at all their antics while drenched in water and sunshine? You wouldn’t be able to handle the heat so early in the trip.

Or deal with the summer heartache longer than necessary. 

—

—

Positioned in the passenger seat, you lead the little musical happening in your car as you head straight for the beach house hours away. 

A lot of the drive has consisted of songs, laughter, and scheming for when you all make it there. But now it’s settled into a comfortable silence, with more mellow tunes filling your car and everyone resting or on their phones.

And the timing couldn’t have been better, because this is the exact moment someone decides to text you. Someone you’ve been thinking about this whole goddamn ride. 

Yoongi [9:28am]: What was the volume in liters?

Your heart expels a solar flare. 

Of all the things Yoongi decided to text, this is what he goes with? Honestly, this is the cutest and somehow hottest way it could have gone. 

And the most thoughtful. Because you really were ready to spit some knowledge earlier.

You [9:29am]: omg haha it’s 1.89 million!!!😳

Yoongi [9:29am]: Knew you were dying to tell 

Yoongi [9:30am]: Also what the fuck wow

Your laugh makes Dom look over, and you shrink at her knowing, smiling head shake. “Don’t perceive me.”

“Hard not to, Miss Down Bad.”

“Hey!”

Her cackle wakes up a sleepy Yuri in the back, but you tell her it’s nothing when she asks if something was up. 

You [9:31am]: ikr?? insane

Yoongi [9:31am]: Love that you know that

You [9:31am]: i just like finding out random things sue me!!

Yoongi [9:32am]: Same. They got me looking up places to eat and I figured you wanted to tell us about the pool thing 

You [9:32am]: ooh there’s a good brunch place by the courts there lemme send the link 

You [9:32am]: and honestly.. it was kinda just meant for you

It’s true. You figured Yoongi would have liked to hear about the area you’re visiting. Maybe Jimin, too, but he’s not the one that’s been subjected to your rambles in the middle of the night, or your short bursts of random knowledge during shows. He’s not the one you’re seeing on the down low.

The way, way down low. 

A few minutes pass by before you get another text, and you assume it’s because he finally found food places. By now, they’re all probably deciding where to go and having a debate over which restaurant would be best. 

Thank god you aren’t in the other vehicles. Poor Shiv has to deal with all of them in your brother’s car and you’re sure Rohan is dealing with Seokjin and Jungkook being competitive for no reason in the other—Jia joining in when she can from the driver’s seat.

Yoongi [9:40am]: Reacted 👍 to your attachment

Yoongi [9:40am]: You can always tell me stuff like that 

You [9:41am]: i know🥹

This man is way too considerate. You’re practically clawing at your door handle to get to him and the trip has only just begun.

You [9:43am]: are you guys really planning on playing a lot?

Yoongi [9:43am]: Yeah we’ll be there until everyone gets bored

Until they get bored? They’re gonna play until sundown! 

Damn, now you wish you did make a change of plans to see him. Is he gonna keep the hat on while playing? Is he gonna keep looking like complete sin while you’re crumbling under the tide?

You [9:44am]: then i’ll never see you again :((

Why the hell did he have to wear that outfit. This is agonizing and he knows it. He has to.

Yoongi [9:46am]: Haha nah we’ll be there

Yoongi [9:46am]: I’m seeing you in that dress again fuck

Butterflies beat around your ribcage, fluttering high and low and threatening to leave the very garment Yoongi mentioned. 

Isn’t he in the passenger’s seat? Isn’t your brother driving? What the hell is this man thinking because texting you is one thing but this one message is bold. 

You [9:47am]: i was wondering if you liked it🥺

Yoongi [9:48am]: It’s all I’m thinking about

You [9:48am]: your hat is all i’m thinking about😒

Whoops. 

Did you mean to send that? Did you mean to give away the damning knowledge that you can’t think of anything else? 

In a way, yes. But also, why the fuck did you give him that power because this man is gonna abuse it the entire trip now. Especially after knowing his track record. 

You close your eyes to slow your heartbeat, letting the situation simmer into the back of your mind like it never happened and you never said a goddamn thing. 

And after a good ten minutes later when you’re almost at the beach house, you finally get a text back. 

Which you groan at on sight. 

Yoongi [9:59am]: Was wondering if you liked it :) 

You [9:59am]: i hate it actually thanks!!!

Your car doesn’t take long to unload after you wake the girls up in the backseat. Everyone grabs their bags and marvels at the huge house before claiming rooms—until someone gets the maniacal idea to wait until everyone got there to randomly choose and see who gets where. 

“This place is huge but how many bedrooms?”

Counting on both hands, you quickly run out of fingers. “Should be six? And I think there’s fifteen of us?”

“Damn!”

“A lot of the rooms have two beds or bunk beds,” Dominique recalls, being the one that actually found this place after a week-long search. It isn’t hard to tell she’s damn proud of the find. “And there’s a master bedroom on both floors. For some reason.” 

That will make things incredibly interesting if the random assignments stay permanent. But you know they most likely won’t given the people staying in this place. It’s honestly a miracle how everyone said yes to coming and actually came through. 

You’re happy. You’re buzzing.  

With a tiny squeal, you giddily sort all the snacks and pre-prepped food throughout the bright, fully spec’d kitchen before checking your phone again. Your brother texted you that they’re gonna be getting “some brunch place” before playing, and you have other notifications sprinkled on your screen. 

The worst of them almost making you chuck your device into the nearest bin. 

Yoongi [10:17am]: Get used to it then :)

You know exactly what that spells out. 

That means the hat stays on. 

May the universe be kind and keep you nice and safe from Yoongi and that stupid cap for as long as possible.

—

—

Turns out, the universe had planned to destroy you from start to finish.

Because not only did your brother and all his friends end up joining your little beach setup quicker than expected.

But Yoongi had decided to go full demon, forgoing the tee for a tank and having shades on his face and his hat reversed. 

That motherfucker did it on purpose. 

All the guys bend under umbrellas to put down their phones and wallets on shaded towels, talking about the games coming up and which ones to put on later. They smell like the sun just like you do, but they all have a clear sheen of sweat that tells you they played ball for hours. 

As soon as most of them head down to the water’s edge, you shoot a fiery glare to your side, waiting for your immediate problem to burn a few feet away. 

And Yoongi does radiate heat, but only in the way stares, taking a sip of his recently procured drink which makes his cheeky demeanor even worse. He’s smiling he’s grinning his teeth are showing he fucking knows.

“You fucker,” you finally bite out, surpressing a grin when he bursts into laughter. “Are you kidding me right now?” 

“I dunno what you mean,” Yoongi airily responds, suddenly showing off that stupid side profile you love so much and being lucky he’s a few chairs away.

Scoffing, you take a sip of your own beverage and watch everyone enjoy the cresting waves, trying your best to keep your eyes off his bare shoulders and capped head.

Besides. If the two of you are caught talking—flirting—this casually with the expressions you’re having? There will be chaos ending this little reprieve. Your brother will come barreling back from the tide and kicking up a mountain of scorching sand in the process.

So it’s best if you just don’t ogle his best friend, as much as you fucking want to. Muttering, you say to the retreating waves, “When I catch you, I swear…” 

Your empty threat wisps into the breeze, and things fall silent for a moment. But it lets you soak in the atmosphere, which you find very enjoyable from the comfort and shade of your slightly reclined chair. 

Blues and yellows are prettiest in the slow exit of summer. The beach feels particularly nostalgic today, with the sound of bubbly crests under a slight, sun-warmed haze. If you raise your arm to reach the water, the wind’s caress would coat you in salty air and blown sand—and you would welcome it all, it all, it all.

“Trust me, I feel the same.” 

What?

Lowering your outstretched limb, you find yourself breathless as Yoongi has since lost his shades, his gaze slowly dragging over every part you have and have not covered. When flittering sunlight hits your eyes, you think you see a hint of yearning in his features, but it’s quickly passed when you look away again. “What do you mean?” 

A creak lets you know he’s leaning in his chair now. “That won’t work on me today, doll.”  

Busted. 

“You know you look fuckin’ hot right now.” 

Double busted. 

Pride shoots into your chest, swelling the breasts barely held in your sundress as you chuckle to yourself. “Says you,” you pout to the rush and crash of water. “This isn’t fair and you know it.” 

“I beg to fucking differ.”

Laughing outright, you rest your head on your chair as you turn. And fuck, Yoongi is a pleasant sight every damn time—and is that a book in his hand? “Now you’re just messing with me.” 

“You see this?” 

Eyes lowering further, you notice the way one of his legs is propped on the long chair while the other hangs off, a beach towel fully spread across both limbs. “Uh huh…” 

“There’s a reason I haven’t gotten up.” 

Oh.

“And as much as I wanna learn about the history of baseball, I can’t read for shit if I’m this hard.” 

…Oh, shit. 

You cannot laugh. It would be way too obvious and way too loud because holy fuck there’s no way Yoongi is in that position right now because of you. 

But you can giggle. 

So you do. 

Which makes things worse for him because his tongue prods the side of his cheek so, so firmly. 

The next thing you wanna say is not to be said aloud. Especially in a public place and especially not when you can see some friends making their way back from the shoreline. 

So you dive into your overheating phone, typing on a hot screen and holding in all your amusement. 

You [4:23pm]: you comin here too?😛

Yoongi [4:24pm]: Keep talking and everyone’s gonna find out

A hand slaps over your mouth before you can stop it.

You [4:24pm]: keep it in your pants omg??

Yoongi [4:24pm]: I’d rather be in yours

What the fuck! 

Stricken, you shut your eyes and instinctively bend your body to cover your sheepiness, chest beating and beating at the soft chuckling you hear three chairs away. Not even the constant swell and cawing of birds can drown out your heartbeat, and you realize you can’t win. At least, not against this Yoongi on a mission to make you melt faster than direct sunlight. 

However. 

You slowly unwind, stretching and rubbing your legs together before exhaling at your screen. 

This does bring up a question you’ve been dying to know for awhile now. And what better way to ask than on a godforsaken trip with all your friends? 

You [4:26pm]: would you ever…

Yoongi [4:26pm]: Reacted ❓ to “would you ever…” 

Maybe it’s too much. 

You [4:26pm]: nvm 

Yoongi [4:27pm]: Use your words 

Well. If he’s asking for it. 

You [4:27pm]: ok😊

You [4:27pm]: would you ever fuck me outside?

You see Yoongi’s foot slip off his chair, but you don’t get to see if he responds because Reia walks up to your outstretched feet, droplets falling from her head and feeling cold yet inviting on your skin. 

When you look up with a smile, you ask as Yuri steps under the wide umbrella, “How’s the water?” 

“Perfect,” Reia says with a grin, and you marvel at how beautiful she is right now. Even though her favorite time is autumn, she really does shine in the season that precedes. “You should join us, I’m just coming to eat some of this.” 

“You really should, babe!” Yuri is quick to agree, and you aren’t surprised by her radiance because summer is her jam. The two piece set she’s wearing has turned multiple heads her way already, but you feel quite endeared by a Rohan that simply shows off his girl. “It’s cold as hell at first but feels good quick.” 

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. “I might.” 

Showing off his girl…

You know how much someone else wants to do that. One day. 

Rueful, you bend your legs and watch Reia open the cooler near your chair, feeling the heat of an aforementioned someone’s stare and suddenly forming a wicked idea. “I’ll have some, too,” you chirp, grinning when you receive some slices of watermelon that you all prepped in the beach house hours prior. 

As she stands, Reia takes a crisp bite before looking towards the water, tucking some drenched tendrils behind her ear. The sounds of waves and Yuri’s excited giggles echo in your ears as cool fruit suspends in your fingers, but you can’t eat until you’re back to being alone. 

“Watermelon tastes a lot better when you share it,” your friend suddenly blurts.

Yuri agrees with a slow nod, but your first instinct is to spare a glance Yoongi’s way. 

Thank goodness he’s thoroughly buried in his book. You wouldn’t be able to handle his eyes if he had heard the sentiment and shared a look with you right after. 

But still… Your heart pangs for a million reasons, and one of them is being so close to this man and yet so fucking far. 

So you call his name despite your friends being right there with you. And when he looks up, you forget the wicked idea you had and replace it with a much better one. “Here,” you offer with a smile, “Have some.” 

He blinks for a second before shutting his book, getting out of his seat—with a thankfully tent-less front—to walk over with a slight hunch under the shade. When he gently takes the watermelon from your hand, he murmurs, “Thanks.” 

“Of course,” you respond, starting to sit up to grab more, even though you have to scoot up a little and lean forward to procure another—

Yoongi’s there before you can even sit straight, reaching into the cooler with a toned arm and handing you a perfect slice. He's so close you can feel the heat from his body, and you almost reach out to run manicured fingers along his waistband.

“Oh.” Your heart cannot beat so loud. Your friends are already looking at the exchange, they can’t hear how you’re crumbling, too! “Thank you..” 

“No sweat.” 

Did the temperature rise? Is the sun beating straight through the nylon of your umbrella? Why are your cheeks and neck and chest and thighs feeling so hot? 

The first one you make eye contact with is Reia, because Yuri’s smiling at a Yoongi that’s absentmindedly eating watermelon while watching his friends on the beach. When you act like you don’t know what just happened, your friend gives you a saucy look before eating the last bit of her pink slice. 

She laughs at your downward air swat outright. 

“I’ll join you guys after I eat,” you promise through a bite, hoping that it also placates them enough to leave. “You better not be lying about the water.” 

“I’m not!” Yuri laughs before giving Yoongi one more glance. “You should both join. We have to take pictures, too.” 

When you look at Yoongi standing next to you, this time he is already looking back. And his eyes alone make you forget the rest of the world exists even for a brief moment, your soul suddenly crushed by wondering how fun it would be to walk along the shore with him. 

Huh. That could heal you, you think. 

Lost in thought, you don’t realize that Yoongi is the one that looks away first. “We’ll go.” 

“Yay!” 

“Don’t take too long,” Reia teases, her and Yuri chortling at your dropped jaw. “I’m kidding! Unless…” 

“Alright, that’s it,” you threaten, pretending to get up and grinning when they finally scurry away with laughter and watermelon on their lips. 

Breathing out a little laugh of your own, you settle back into your seat, watching them brave the sunlight again and join everyone. As you scan the shoreline, you see Jimin and Taehyung playing in the waves, and you notice your brother playing volleyball with the rest of the gang a little ways down, though you don’t know how they aren’t perturbed by the horrible playing field. 

They’re gonna be going at that for awhile from the looks of things. 

You’re suddenly overcome with the urge to be brave. 

“Walk with me.” 

What.

Your heart and breath both come to a stop. Because the one that suggests that isn’t you, and you turn sideways to see Yoongi bent with his hands on bare knees to look you at eye level. His hat still sits perfectly on his head, and a tiny bit of juice clings to his chin. 

Reaching out, you softly wipe it off in the boldest move you’ve made in months. “That’s… Literally what I was going to ask you,” you whisper, watching him lift both brows in surprise. 

“Really?” 

“No joke, I was just thinking that.” You tilt your head, eyes creased with a slow grin. “That’s wild.” 

Yoongi stares with eyes that hide none of his thoughts, and you suddenly feel like squirming. The way he manages to have this much aura is unfair. How does one command every ounce of a body’s attention with just one look? 

“Come on then, doll,” he softly says. “Just down to the beach. Then I gotta join them before someone else gets any ideas.” 

Ah. Right. 

Of course he didn’t mean what you meant. Of course the path you have to take is nothing like the one you want to walk. Yuri and Reia had witnessed far too much already and they were joking, because the very idea of you and Yoongi is just that. A joke.

“True,” you agree with a heart lodged in your throat. “Let’s go.” 

And while the walk along the sand does feel nice with him by your side, you peer down the wave-kissed shoreline with longing, yearning to be one of those couples walking side-by-side, hands intertwined while water laps at their ankles. Your chest caves at the realization that you can never do anything like that unless your worst nightmare comes to life, telling your brother and hoping the three of you survive the impending storm. 

So for now, you must feel content with the present. You’ll choose to feel grateful that you can walk by Yoongi’s side as your sundress whips at his legs, intentionally ignoring the stares people give him because you can’t do the same. 

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi compliments to the wind, and you stutter in your next stride. “And if we were alone, we’d still be sitting there eating watermelon. Trust me.” 

Smiling, you feel pricks in your eyes. “Because it tastes a lot better when you share it?” 

“Because that was fucking great watermelon.” 

Hunched forward in glee, you playfully shove his arm, cheeks hurting as he laughs. “I figured you’d like it. We got them at a farmer’s market yesterday just for this trip.”

“I’d kiss you right now just to have another taste.” 

What the fuck? How many times can he make your heart stop today? You may need to take note of the nearest aid station if he keeps this cheeky routine up. “What is up with you?” You hiss out. “You won’t let me catch a break!” 

You’re almost at the shoreline when he chuckles, and you swoon at how big he looks right now. God, you have it so fucking bad today. If this desire and yearning stockpiles, you aren’t quite sure what you’ll end up doing but it’s not gonna be tame.

“If you aren’t playing nice, why should I?” 

“Me?” 

When you both stop right where damp sand gives way to waves, Yoongi turns to face you with a smirk. “You wearing that dress like that for anyone else except us?” 

Floundering like neighboring fish, you finally expel a breath. “No.” 

“Mm. And yet, you got everyone’s attention with just one walk.” 

Huh? No, those people were looking at him. Not you. He’s the one with the aura to match a thousand suns. Why would they be looking at you? 

“You won’t believe me, doll, but it’s true.” Yoongi reaches up to adjust his hat, and you ache at the way he brushes over his hair before positioning it back on again. “I wasn’t gonna leave you there alone.” 

Wait. So he just… 

This man is something else. 

“When you’re finally mine,” you suddenly blurt, capturing his attention and the smell of saltwater, “I just want one walk on the beach with you.” 

Rolling water sloshes right over your toes, and you have to look away because Yoongi’s stare is so full of emotions that you can’t bear to process each one. You know he wants this, too. Which makes all the waiting so damn heartbreaking. 

But you have to do it when the time is right. Not just because of a simple walk on the sand. 

“I’m already yours,” he still manages to say, voice low and aimed towards the waves instead. “And I’ll give you as many walks as you want.” 

“Okay.” Your heart seems to know Yoongi’s about to go, because it beats heavier and heavier before he even turns away. “Have fun over there.” 

“Join whenever you want, doll.” With a look over his shoulder, he flashes a smile. “It's not basketball so you know we're ass at it.” 

Your laugh is whisked away by the summer breeze. 

—

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As the afternoon passes, everyone has been having a good time. Your friends are even comingling with your brother’s friend group since you all decided to watch their games, cackling because Yoongi was absolutely right.

When it's time to head back to the beach house, everyone packs the setup and lugs everything from the beach, down the winding, plank walkway flanked by tall grass, and up the rickety wooden steps of the back deck. 

Some people choose various bathrooms to shower in while most of the guys and you and Reia start prepping the food. Like always, it's grilling time, so you start unwrapping marinated ingredients while hearing chopping noises and multiple steps in and out the back door. 

It’s definitely a strange but welcoming feeling, knowing you all can work together so seamlessly even though you aren’t always together. Yes, your friends do run into your brother’s friends, but this is the first trip you’ve all gone on together and it’s gone off without any hitches. 

This very fact gives you hope. 

At least, as much hope as an oncoming storm can lend. 

—

—

It’s very late afternoon when most everything has been prepped and served. With incandescent string lights above your heads, the deck and levels below are full of you all either talking loudly over your brother’s music, or sitting and watching the sunset. 

Yoongi has been enjoying himself, you’ve noticed with many smiles. Which is everything that you thought it would be and more. 

But the longing has ascended to an all time peak. Because even when he laughs at something from meters away, you can feel it pierce your chest. Your heart pulses just a little faster, your fingers curl around your cup just a little tighter. 

Your mood slowly descends with the sun. 

Conversations and friends do keep you company. You’re able to truly enjoy yourself in your own little bubble, too. Summertime is where your friend group shines, all of you radiating joy as you talk or get competitive with the mini drinking games. 

After a good amount sloshes around your system, you feel delightfully buzzed. 

And horny as fuck. 

This has happened before after a few drinks during girls night, the feeling that you wanna climb someone like a tree and ride them until all the bark is stripped. 

But all those other times? Didn’t include the sight you have in front of you now. And to everything that is holy, you need this man to defile you in every way possible.

Yoongi has since put chains on. And their glint over his tank and under his hat. Is not good for you.

You need him. You need Min Yoongi right the fuck now. 

When he emerges from the back door with Jimin and Shiv, you have to force yourself to look away, not wanting to witness him grabbing his hat and adjusting his hair again. 

But you don’t look away long enough because as soon as you turn to Jimin, you catch Yoongi slipping his hat right back over his head. Backwards again. Because of course he fucking does.

Of all the people in the world to have clutched your fated red string, did it honestly and truly have to be him? 

Because this feeling is agonizing. 

You damn near rat yourself out just to drag him into the beach house. You don’t care how or when it happens but you need to feel him in your guts right now.

Grabbing your phone, you quietly slip away from your friends’ conversation as Dom tells a story you’ve already heard, telling them that you’re gonna finally shower. They all tell you to use the master bathroom on the second floor, which does sound delightful, but you aren’t going in there to clean up. 

Nope. Quite the opposite. Because your cunt is already pulsing hard and you need relief right this second even if you’re the only one taking care of it. 

You [8:20pm]: fuck

You [8:20pm]: you win

You [8:21pm]: i need you

What’s come over you today? Is it the way Yoongi looks? Maybe, but there’s something else that has you hot and bothered and practically wobbling into the house and towards the winding stairs. 

You take a step, then another, and soon you’re at the top and scanning the whole second floor for anyone else. The scent of salt air permeates even this level, probably from some of the windows left opened from earlier, but you also smell some fresh product wafting from a recently used bath. 

On cue, Taehyung walks out from the master bedroom with a laid back yet expensive looking fit. And you hold back a smile as you hum at his dark wet locks from the staircase. “Someone’s looking nice.” 

His mouth lifts on one side. “And someone’s looking like she needs a break.” 

Miffed, you scoff at his laugh and throw all adoration for his dimple away. “Excuse you? I compliment you and you wound me.” Walking to peek into the wide double doors of the bedroom, you stare in shock. “Oh, what the hell? How did I not look in here before, this is nice.” 

“The shower is fucking crazy,” Tae says, incredulous. “If you turn on both ends and just stand in the middle, it’s heaven.” 

“I did say I'd be showering...” For a brief second, you actually consider hopping in and doing just that. A cold wash would clear your head right out. 

But if Yoongi somehow magically decides to be an idiot, too, you can’t experience the main bath everyone’s raving about just yet. 

Unless… 

No. That would be ludicrous and the worst idea imaginable. 

Your phone buzzes, and Taehyung looks down when you do. He smells absolutely fantastic as you blatantly hide your screen from his view, and you shoo off his cologne and knowing hum. 

Yoongi [8:27pm]: We got time when everyone passes out, I got us

No. That’s not good enough. You need him and you need him now. 

“Tae,” you gulp. “Can you do me a favor?” 

He sighs, but nods. Because you both know he was going to help you anyway and you cannot love him enough for that. “What do you need?” 

“I just wanna be alone with him.” Fuck, you feel like a fool. But you’re way past the point of giving a shit. “Even if it’s just.. I dunno. Fifteen minutes.” 

“I got you,” he confirms. “But you said you’d be showering, so you have to come back out like you did.” 

Fuck. He’s right. How the hell are you gonna do this? 

You don’t know nor care. And you’re smart, so you’ll figure something out even in a horribly horny state. Even Taehyung is looking enticing right now and you’ve only felt this way twice about him years ago. “I can do that.” 

“K. Just get your stuff and bring it here.” 

“Okay.” 

Three minutes later, your stuff is all in the master bedroom with a bunch of other bags, and you’re so driven by lust and want that you consider a cold shower a second time. 

You [8:33pm]: now

You [8:33pm]: i’m gonna take care of this whether you come up here or not

It doesn’t take him long to respond. But you don’t know if it means Taehyung was successful with whatever he planned to do or not because it’s only two words. 

Yoongi [8:34pm]: Oh fuck

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Maybe this is for the best. 

You are on a goddamn trip with your goddamned brother and all your goddamned friends. There is absolutely no reason for you to be sneaking off like troublemakers just because you need him. 

Curse that fucking hat.

As you grip the sink counter with your palms, you stare into the rest of the bathroom, trying to be impressed with the beautiful seafoam tiles and matching paint, or at least happy with how perfectly placed all the decor is around the space. 

Minutes have passed by now, and your heart sinks lower and lower as reality sets its weight on top. 

Well. At least this shower is the nicest one. You can take a long one, stare off into the mint green void, and pleasure yourself imagining the man of your dreams making you see stars. 

Walking to the wide glass doors, you open one before turning the knob on one side, pleasantly shocked at the great water pressure. Moving to the other, you turn that one on, too, and you barely register a clicking sound because you laugh at the sudden thought in your brain, 

“Bet he’d scold me for the water bill here, too.” 

“I’m about to.” 

Your heart leaps from your chest as you spin around, shocked to see Yoongi dumping his bag onto tiled floors and walking over to your bare feet. Shower spray mingles with the pats of his strides, and you can’t form a single thought other than being so happy to see him actually follow through.

“Yoongi—”

“Come here.” 

Everything happens at once. You feel his hands on your face, your neck, sliding down your sides and squeezing your dress at your ass. And your own fingers don’t know where to stop, grabbing at his perfect, flexing jaw, his neck, his shoulders, raking at his back. 

A muffled hmph blows against your lips before he slides out, “Easy with the nails, doll.” 

“Fuck, sorry.”

“Don’t ever have to be.” Yoongi pins you against the wall by the running shower, and if you looked straight on you know you could see his broad back in the long, backlit mirror. “This fucking dress, goddamn.”

“Fuck this hat,” you finally curse out loud, clutching his hand when he starts to remove it. “Don’t.”

“You really like it like this?”

“Yes,” you whoosh out. “It’s hot as shit.” 

Smothering your lips again, Yoongi juts his tongue inside, and you taste whisky and watermelon with a smile. “Good to know.”

“I think,” you gasp as his palm sliding under your dress, “You already know that.”

“Mm… Maybe so.” Cupping your ass again, Yoongi groans when he realizes what you have on underneath your sundress from hell. “What the fuck?” 

“What’s wrong, baby,” you tease, tugging him closer and claiming his lips again. Your hips jut forward into his pelvis as your core slicks over, lingering alcohol fueling your every want and desire. “Something wrong?”

Yoongi’s quiet, competitive laugh is one of your favorites ever. “Someone’s a little buzzed, huh.”

Busted yet again. 

“Is it that obvious,” you ask through a smile, biting your lip when you watch his smirk grow and grow. “Like you aren’t the same.”

A little tch precedes a major grope on your butt, and you laugh at the possessive shove into his very prominent hard-on. “This? Is not the same.”

“Why?”

Cocking a curious brow, Yoongi clearly thinks that should be obvious. But loaded with more adrenaline and lust and now the haze of shower steam, you can’t get there. “You asked for fifteen minutes. I want a goddamn week.”

Okay, that just turned you on another full notch. “Is this still okay?”

“With you? Always.” He dives into your neck, pulsing shivers down your skin and curling your toes. You know you make a sound, but you aren’t aware of how loud it is until you feel a hand over your face. “Now do me a favor.”

“Hmm?”

Before you can ask what, Yoongi sinks to the ground, baring your upper body to the mirror and letting you see exactly how he left you. 

Holy shit, you look fucked out.

Slinging a leg over a strong shoulder, Yoongi hikes your dress before staring upward. Smug as he finally gives you his command, 

“Cover that pretty mouth.”

If the shower wasn’t running double-time, someone for sure would have heard your quick yelp. Because the way Yoongi shoves your swimsuit thong to the side and laps at your sex causes you to buckle and cry right before you clamp a hand over your mouth. 

Fuck. What the fuck? You’re watching him in the mirror and stay slack jawed because it’s unreal how fucking hot he looks between your legs, the cap still on and moving with his every lick and tilt of his sucks. 

“Taste so fucking good.” 

Your breaths are so shallow as your chest heaves, and you watch with pure desire as Yoongi’s hands reach up to squeeze your tits, tugging your dress down until they spill out completely for his pinches and smacks. 

You scream his name through your fingers as your mouth is shut tight. This is so bad. Bad, bad, very very bad. And yet, you feel even hotter, naughtier, sexier knowing there’s a house full of people that don’t know you’re getting fucked by Yoongi’s mouth. 

“Such a good girl.” He very audibly slaps your breast, knowing you can see everything he does. “Yet so filthy for me.”

Grabbing at your ass and tugging you forward, he surges, proudly making a mess of you on his chin. You grab at his hat, but only yank it off to pull at his hair better, and he chuckles so dark you melt. 

“Easy, doll. Not too loud.” 

“I’m so sorry,” you grit out, having to cut yourself off before yelping again at a deep suck, “It just feels so fucking—mmph!”

You’re gonna come. You need this. But you need him inside you even more and you are running out of time and you still have to shower fuck! 

Hurried, you tug him up and smash your lips onto his, tasting yourself alongside everything else he’s consumed today and filling with pride. 

“Get in the shower.” He takes out a condom from his pocket, and you lift a brow while shucking off your dress. “I’m coming in, too.” 

“Planned ahead?”

“Something like that.” Raking his lidded stare over your two-piece, Yoongi groans while biting the wrapper and ripping it. “Fuck me.” 

Your nose scrunches in a smile as you playfully nudge his chest. “You like it?” 

“You’re keeping that on.”

You shrug, smile salacious as you watch him strip. This part always makes you shy, but today? You just want to get straight to it, and time does not wait for shyness. Hopping under the warm spray, you hum while eyeing Yoongi’s head. “Are you keeping the hat?” 

Blinking, he pauses in slipping the condom on. “Do you want me to?” 

“Uhh...”

“Whatever you want, babe.”

You nod before letting him into the steam, kissing him before he even gets the door closed with a wobbly thump. Your slick skin feels like heaven on his, hands roaming all over each other like you didn’t just do the same on the other side of the glass. 

When you feel one half of your top shoved down, you mewl right as Yoongi closes lips over a nipple, his fingers freeing the other and pinching just right. Gnawing your bottom lip is the best thing you can do to stop from screaming, but your breaths are so harsh and high-pitched that the echoes are just as bad. 

Shower spray runs down your bodies in rivulets, but you can feel essence of your desire soak your thighs right with them. Your rough pulls on his biceps, his shoulders, his back make him tense, and you can feel his cock twitch on your stomach as he bucks foward. 

“Fuck a fifteen minute—shit.” 

Suddenly, you’re spun, hands crashing into the doorframe as Yoongi tugs your hips backward. 

And holy. Fuck. Your reflection in the mirror across the bathroom.

You’ve never seen Yoongi with eyes this dark, this stormed, this hungry. And he’s staring at all of you like he can’t decide what to keep his gaze on. “Fuck.”

You can only whine.

Slowly, he positions himself at your folds before pushing in, and you both groan at the connection before he hisses out a low string of curses and praise, “…of fucking question is that.”

Your eyes flick upward. Is he talking to you? “Huh?” 

“Asking if I wanna fuck you outside,” Yoongi scoffs out as he fully submerges in your heat, water cascading and bounding off his drenched hat. “As if there’s any place I wouldn’t.” 

Laughing, you turn shy at the very prospect. Getting your guts rearranged while someone could catch you at any moment? By him? You wouldn’t dare say how much that idea turns you on. Because the level is scarily high. 

A dark rumble behind you makes you freeze before a shove has you grappling for your open mouth. Fuck, Yoongi is deep. 

“You wanna get caught so bad,” he correctly assumes under rain, laughing gravelly in your ear and making you look him in the eye through water droplets. “Don’t you?”

Gulping, you grit your moan as he rolls his hips, shoving you into the glass and kicking your head back. Your response is a garbled mess but that doesn’t do enough. 

“Tell me, angel,” Yoongi darkly orders, cupping your chin and holding you firmly in place. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna…” His wet fingers are so slick on your chin, his chains hitting the bare skin of your back just right, his dick filling you up so perfectly you could cry. “Wanna fuck you outside.”

“Uh huh. What else?”

Oh god. Is he gonna make you say it?

“Wanna… Fuck.” Yoongi’s fingers have made their way to your neck, slowly wrapping around the slippery column until you’re slightly choked and thrusting at a devastating, slow pace. “I… Sorry, it feels so good.”

He laughs once, tilting your head to claim your lips before whispering, “I know.”

“Wanna get caught,” you wheeze out, some water catching in your mouth. “With you.”

Do you really? Is that why you sound so fucking loud even though you haven’t screamed at all? 

“Fuckin’ knew it.” Yoongi grabs a fistful of your chest, raking his fingers and letting you feel the afterburn of sunlight. “Turns me on and you don’t even know it.”

He thrusts in jilted movements, and you rock against the cool glass each time before he speaks in low, staccato phrases. “Getting caught with you.” A lurch. “Letting them know.” A shove. “Just what you fucking do to me.” 

Your groan fights the skin of your palm, and your walls clench so hard around him he hisses with a lock of his limbs. 

“—always bring me to my goddamn knees, fuck.”

No matter how much time passes, you will never, ever get used to this man and his praise. He could rinse and repeat the same song and you would never believe he’s singing it for you, so sure and yet so unbelievable that you outright laugh in disbelief. “If you keep talking like that,” you gasp, “We really are gonna get caught.”

Another hard push launches you forward before his breath fans your ear. “Maybe I want to.”

The clear shower door keeps your moan in an opaque, warm memory, droplets forming and moving as your breath quickens with each squeeze of your cunt. “Baby—baby, please—”

“You gonna come?”

“Yes, I—”

Slick fingers encircle your throat again, and you mewl under relentless shower spray and perfectly rough thrusts. You feel the coil winding and winding until there’s no room left to squeeze, and right as Yoongi releases your airway all sense of decency and caution flees your body as you moan. 

It’s a rolling, rolling, rolling rolling wave of euphoria. Every limb locks into place as your head kicks back into his slick chest, eyes lost somewhere far behind your arched back. You can hear his praises in your ear but you can’t understand them, every word now unknown to you other than his name. 

When you hear him coax you to come again, though, your body readily responds. And this time, Yoongi has to cover your mouth because you can’t, and you groan so hard into his palm even he reacts with a low grunt of his own, 

“Fuck, babe, I’m—”

A mix of lust, alcohol, and deviousness overcomes your system, and you order him to pull out before you spin with a wince. 

“You okay—”

Slamming your knees onto seafoam tiles, you grip his cock before unwrapping him with the insistence of an impatient addict. And fuck it, maybe that's exactly what you are for him.

“Doll, wait—”

“Lemme suck you off, baby,” you command in a rushed tone, fluttering when Yoongi only groans out a curse. 

The condom slips off with a pop before you fling it away, pumping at his shaft as water rains down on your whole vision. It’s a good thing you know your way around him, because your eyelashes are thoroughly caked with droplets and it’s blurring his beautiful length. 

That goddamn hat. You’re gonna give Yoongi the suck of his life. 

You immediately take a mouthful of him in, pumping him with your puffed lips and lolling your tongue along the bottom of his cock. When he bucks forward, you gag, head rocking back into his wet palm. 

“What the fuck, doll.” 

Licking, sucking the tip, sliding onto his velvety hard skin, you worship him and imagine how he looks with his capped head kicked back, eyes shut tight and brows knitted so wondrously. You hum around him, too, shower ringing in your ears along with his telltale moans. 

You need to do this in every shower ever. 

Yoongi sounds like an angel when he moans here. 

As you hollow your cheeks—

Yoongi yanks your head off, suddenly shuddering his own release and spilling into your chest, fighting to stay upright on the slippery shower floor. And it seems his orgasm is just as powerful as yours because he has to lean forward and grab your head just to muffle his shout, 

“Fuck!” 

Oh, you’re dizzy. This man reacting this way because of you? This selfless, thoughtful, protective man losing his absolute mind because of your body? You don’t know what to do and feel your heart pulsing double-time to keep up with your thoughts. 

He’s so perfect like this. Lost to his release and heightened pleasure and you want to give him everything he’s ever wanted. Is this how he feels about you? Is this piercing pride in your chest something he shares, as well? 

Maybe. But you’d never believe him if he said it’s true. 

It takes all of you to keep yourself up and stable, energy zipping up and down your limbs before they settle with the warmth of satisfaction. 

When you start to feel soap suds on your skin and the gentle rubs of a loofa, you feel like crying. Because of course Yoongi is gonna make sure you keep your word that you did, in fact, shower. 

Smiling soft, you bring him in for a kiss before lightly taking his cap off. Slowly grabbing the soapy loofa, you use it on his skin, too, making sure to get as much of him as you can just in case he was supposed to be showering, as well. 

When he protests, you order him to let you. And when you set his hat down to wash his hair, too, he looks like a man deep in thought and at peace. Which is exactly how you want him to be. At peace and happy and satisfied. 

"Your knees okay?"

You wince. "They'll live."

"If they still hurt tonight, let me know."

"K.."

The rest of the shower is just that: showering. Both of you use each of the sprays, bumping here and there and quietly laughing at the normalcy of it all. 

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When you’re both getting dressed, you faintly hear the music bumping outside. It’s been seventeen minutes, so you know you’re pushing it heavily. 

But you still want to ask, “How was baseball?” 

Yoongi suddenly laughs, and you lose yourself in the shake of his naked shoulders. As he slips on another long pair of shorts, he readily admits, “Embarrassing. We all sucked.”

It’s your turn to laugh, and your heart beats wildly as his creased eyes keep staring into yours. “Damn, now I wish I watched.”

“You really would’ve smoked us,” he chuffs, “If you weren’t kidding about your arm.”

“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty fucking good.” Yanking on an oversized tee, you hum as you hear him put on his own dark shirt. “Having a brother and a lot of free time practically forced greatness on me.” 

Yoongi chuckles again, walking over to touch his forehead to yours. Holding the tips of your fingers, he sighs, “So fucking cute.”

“Nu uh.”

“Uh huh.”

The mention of your brother hadn’t even phased you, and by the unbothered look in his eyes, hadn’t done anything to his best friend. 

Is this a sign? Are you both ready? 

Or is summer really just casting her effervescent spell stronger than usual? 

Either way, you both finally face the real world, quietly bagging up the discarded protection and staggering your exit back into the house and out the back door. 

But before Yoongi leaves, he turns and walks away from the bathroom door with purpose, tugging you in for a toe-curling kiss and smushing you against the tiled wall.

God, you feel like kids. Maybe you both still are. And that’s what you like about Yoongi, experiencing what was ripped from your youth by guys that only used and took and discarded. 

With him? You feel alive. So beautiful, and gleaming, and dare you believe it, like a goddess in silver and gold. 

The metal you’re staring at right now calls to you, and you grip Yoongi’s chains in your hand before whispering low,

“Thank you.”

He looks at you with curiosity. “For what, babe?”

“Just.. everything.” You plant a light kiss on his cheek to let it linger as he goes. “Now get out before we actually do get caught.” 

He hisses out a laugh before kissing your forehead, and you remember how he feels like summer to you, too. “Throw around with me when you get down there.”

Huh? Does he really mean that? “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll get the guys to do it and you can join us.”

Suddenly shy yet bursting with pride, you agree. “Sounds fun. I’ll go easy on y’all.”

“That’s my girl.” 

Yoongi taps your cheek before heading out for real, leaving you to stare at a back that’s grown so big since you first knew him. You’d think you would be used to it by now, but you’re not. Because the weight of his world is more than you can imagine, and you would do anything to help relieve him of it again and again and again. 

So if he wants you to join him for a little catch? Even if he just wrecked your soul and ability to walk straight on two legs? Throwing with a sore arm because you had it bent for most of your much needed, very stupid, risky tryst? Of course you fucking will.

The very dry, very new hat on his head was already enough to convince you. 

It’s baseball season, after all. 

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Hours later, a shout from upstairs rings from the master bedroom.

And you can only stare at your phone with burning ears, kneecaps to match, and a terrible, crooked smile. 

“Yoong! You left your hat in the shower!” 

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