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July 10th, 2017
“God fucking dammit,” Jungkook hisses, throwing his towel on the ground as he rounds the corner of the fake lighthouse, which was, of course, Jimin’s pick for the evening. His hands coming to rub at his eyes, he tries to scorch the image of a particular Min Yoongi’s tongue invading the precious lips of his favorite Park Jimin, but with no avail.
It didn't help that by the time he'd opened his eyes again the two still hadn't parted; instead, Yoongi had somehow pulled him closer and wound his fingers through the cotton candy pink of Jimin’s hair. Some part of him felt the normal tinge of jealousy, but the usual disgust overrode anything else.
“Fucking seriously? Do I have to catch you guys every God damn time?”
Yoongi tugs Jimin's head back ever so slightly, causing the younger boy to whimper into his mouth, and Jungkook has to bite his cheek from thinking about it too much. He probably would have found it hot, had it not been for the irritation that flooded his veins.
“No. Really, I catch you guys every. Single. Time. Last week behind The Big Kahuna, next to the curly fry shack-” Jungkook cut himself off with a huff. “Hello? The others will be here soon too. Am I the only one concerned with this issue of having to watch you guys try to swallow each other’s tongues?”
Only then does the raven haired boy pull away from Jimin, who's left with rose-colored cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Jungkook can't help but drag in a ragged breath at the beautifully disheveled Jimin, who has glassy, lust filled eyes to match the rustled pink of his hair-
“Oh yeah, Jungkook. There was something I meant to give you.” Yoongi interrupts Jungkook's thoughts with a click of his tongue.
Sliding his hands into his pockets, Yoongi narrows his eyes in confusion. He leans forward just a bit to pat at the cargo shorts of their uniform, before looking all too exasperated as he mirrored the same to Jimin’s shorts as well.
“Well shit, I can't find it.” He clicks his tongue once more, this time almost disapprovingly.
Jungkook can't help but tilt his head to the side, question dancing behind his eyes as he speaks, “Can't find what-”
“The fucks I give.” Yoongi cuts in one more time, making Jungkook roll his eyes and Jimin slightly giggle. “Now if you'll excuse me.”
The older boy's hand snakes around Jimin’s waist as though he plans to kiss him again, and Jungkook almost groans in agony before another voice flits through the air. With the three of them snapping their gaze towards the sound, Namjoon and Seokjin approach them from around the corner, both smiling in some form of greeting.
It's nice, the ease that settles among them as Yoongi and Jimin lean against the back of the lighthouse, Seokjin and Namjoon find themselves in the shade that it throws and Jungkook sits to the side in between them. It isn't until Taehyung and Hoseok approach that they're interrupted, with Hoseok grinning brighter than the sun and Tae calling out a 'hey!’
“Oh no,” Namjoon mutters, causing the group to go silent and the two still standing to look down at his seated position. “You guys didn't think you weren't in trouble, did you?”
Hoseok’s face immediately scrunches with confusion while Taehyung is left smirking like the devil beside him. The older between the two of them opens his mouth in objection, in a question or some form of surprise, but Namjoon is quick to shake his head and cut him off.
“Just because we're friends doesn't mean I don't get my fucking ass chewed when I have two employees clocking in thirty minutes late.”
With his mind reeling, Hoseok finally grips his words, “Thirty minutes? Taehyung said he clocked us out at the same time- I came back at 5:30 like I was supposed to!”
Jimin giggles in the background, and Namjoon is thankful that Yoongi’s already got the blunt rolled. “That's great Hoseok, except you can't trust Taehyung and he clocked both of you out at 4.”
The brunette practically spins on his heels to give a narrowed glance at the orange haired Taehyung, who only shrugged and rolled his eyes before speaking, “You didn't look so annoyed when I was buying you the large curly fries-”
“That's another thing. You didn't pay for those, Taehyung. We record that shit.” Namjoon can tell Hoseok is near seething and he wants to laugh but forces himself to continue, “Listen, just- just sweep the park, okay? Nothing big. Just something I can use to say you made up for it.”
For the first time during the entire debacle, Hoseok and Taehyung mirror each other in the way that they both look wounded. Both of them wilt before his gaze, and with the way they both eye the blunt that's being handed to Seokjin, (thank God because that means Namjoon is next and he could really use it after all this bullshit.) he can tell they're worried about missing out.
He rolls his eyes, listening to Seokjin take a slow, dedicated drag next to him. “We'll still be here.”
Taehyung’s face lights back up while Hoseok is back to irritated, though they both perk up at the mere mention of Namjoon’s words. The brunette huffs in defeat as they both turn around, and Namjoon chuckles because Taehyung tries to wrap his arm around Hoseok’s waist, only to be swatted away and then slapped on the back of his head. Still the younger beams gloriously, and the two finally fade into the utility room.
“You guys,” Jungkook pipes up while Seokjin places the joint to his lips again, “I was flirting with this girl earlier-”
“Wouldn't call it flirting," Yoongi interrupts, " 'Saw you guys from the registration booth. Less like flirting, more like awkward conversing."
The youngest rolls his eyes while trying to pick up what was left of his wounded ego, his story still continuing. “Anyways, she was hot as shit, right? And I totally scored her number.”
“Only after you offered her a free guest pass for next time.” Yoongi chirped once again, “At that point, it's not even flirting, it's a fuckin’ bribe.”
The group chuckles at Jungkook’s naive innocence, while Seokjin passes the joint to Namjoon and the youngest tries to collect what's left of his ego.
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Taehyung can't help the joyful hum that fills his chest, even as he finishes up his punishment with a raging Hoseok not far away. Every now and then he caught the older frowning at him, his lips turned down and his eyes narrowed with bitter irritation. Eventually, Taehyung starts meeting Hoseok’s gaze with an intentional silly face, making the brunette lose his resolve as he tosses his broom to the ground.
“What the fuck, dude.” He says, arms coming to cross over his chest. Taehyung knows exactly what he's referring to, but he likes to dance across Hoseok’s emotions and he didn't get to see him bothered very often. He simply shrugs his shoulders, his curt reply of ’what’ spurring the older boy to continue, “You found it necessary to get us in trouble, for what? Thirty minutes?”
Tae shrugs again as he watches Hoseok reluctantly pick up his broom. It was a long trek back to the utility closet, and he knew he had to prolong his entertainment somehow. “Nah, I kept hearing people bitch about the Nazi lifeguard over in the wave pool.” He chimes, noting the way Hoseok walks side by side with him regardless of his anger. “Figured you were having a bad day.”
“So you just had to make it worse? Do you live to see me suffer?” Hoseok counters, their brooms dragging behind them as they pass by the boys, still huddled in their circle with red eyes and easy laughter. He isn't bitter, Hoseok reminds himself, just on the brink of killing a certain Kim Taehyung. There was a difference.
“Nah,” Taehyung repeats, catching the older’s gaze with a wide grin, “Just figured I could make you feel better. Spend some time with my little Cinnamon Apple.”
The two enter the utility shed with Hoseok’s sharp scoff resonating around the room. “Taehyung-”
“Listen, I've seen the way you look at me.” The younger raises his brows while the two of them put back their equipment. “Really, I'll suck your dick if you want. It'll make you feel better, promise.”
It's all Taehyung can do to keep from laughing as Hoseok rolls his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his hips because he's all seriousness. “Listen, Taehyung, I have a girlfriend back home-”
“Sorry to break it to you, Hobi, but your left hand doesn't count as your girlfriend.”
The simple phrase doesn't even catch the brunette off guard, for he's heard worse and gone through Taehyung's shit every summer for some time now. “Really, dude. You know I'm being serious, right?”
Taehyung wants to keep up the banter, but as they close the door to the shed, he decides he's tortured him enough for the day. “Yeah, I know you're serious.”
“Then why do you keep coming on to me?”
“Boredom, mainly.” Taehyung shoots back, before tossing the serious tone because it's too much work. “Plus I'm giving you a chance to see what you're missing out on.”
Hoseok finally feels himself relax as they come to sit back with the group, and he can't thank Jimin enough for immediately engaging Taehyung in conversation. He can't see why considering they were also roommates and Hoseok couldn't imagine putting up with Kim Taehyung every fucking day, but still, he's thankful.
“Guys-” Jungkook interjects upon whatever nonsense the group was talking about earlier, “I saw 13 nipples today. That's a new record.”
The irritation dies down within Hoseok’s chest as Taehyung hands him the joint, and its moments like these that he remembers that the boy isn't half bad. Still, Hoseok uses the pause to frown at Jungkook, “How old are you again? 16?”
Jungkook tries to remind them that he is, in fact 17, but Taehyung can't help but chime in to chastise, “Not to mention that doesn't beat my record of 8” Tae smirks like hell and Jungkook narrows his eyes at the older boy.
“I said 13 Taehyung-”
“Right but mine were intentional.” The orange haired boy snaps back, grinning as he leans back against his hands and the group around them resounds with an almost unified hum of agreement. “Single moms dude, all you gotta do is massage their shoulders a bit when they ask for help with their sunscreen-”
“Jesus Christ, Taehyung.” Yoongi’s monotone voice cuts him off, while Hoseok passes the joint across to Jungkook to keep him shut up. “No one wants to hear about your cougar hunting.”
“Listen, just because they're older-”
“Anyways,” Yoongi chirps, with glassy eyes and a slight frown. “Would anyone care to explain how we got stuck taking care of the new kid?” He jabs his thumb towards Jungkook, who takes his drag too deep and almost immediately starts to cough.
Jimin slightly nudges him with his elbow, and while Min Yoongi would have otherwise released his fury on anyone else, somehow it being Jimin made him only chuckle in response. “I don't know, I think he's kinda cute.” Jimin offers in a sing-song tone. “He thinks he's so tough, flirting with all the girls-”
Jungkook scoffs as he again passes the joint back to Yoongi. Meeting Jimin’s gaze with an intense one of his own, Jungkook goes for his own opportunity while Yoongi is silenced. “You could be the cute one; putting those lips to good use.” His brows raise in a moment of victory, and Hoseok practically howls with laughter next to him.
Without looking up, without giving a second glance to anything besides the smoke that pours from his lips, Yoongi shrugs. “He's good at that, by the way,” he pauses only because Jimin slaps him with a sharp chuckle of Min Yoongi, “Not that you'll ever find out, but he happens to be very good with those… what'd you call them? ‘Cute lips’?”
The group snickers around them, considering it was no secret that the younger pined over Jimin in ways he was probably too young to understand. Yoongi was never hard on him either; instead, he only flaunted him in front of Jungkook as he did now, and every time Jimin flushed a light shade of pink, even though he more than enjoyed the attention.
“He's alright,” Hoseok shrugs. “he caught Yoongi dealing on the job-”
“Only because it was fuckin’ Taehyung,” Yoongi adds because already Namjoon shoots him a look that says he isn't afraid to kick his ass.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Jungkook’s sarcastic tone rings from his side of the circle. “You know I'm right here, right? We can all stop talking like I can't hear you.”
Somehow the joint has been passed around to Tae, who by no means accounts for Jungkook’s words; he only hums as a thick cloud of smoke pours from his lips to dissipate into the air. “You know who has nice nipples?”
Seokjin giggles that squeaky, windshield wiper laugh that Namjoon loves, and he knows it's from the random change of subject. Seokjin was a sucker for the unexpected, the small things making his lips blossom into a smile- Namjoon has to shake his head to clear his thoughts, for the longer he thought of Seokjin, the less he cared about Taehyung’s words, or even the scene around them.
“Hoseok.” Tae quirks his brows a few times, his eyes squinty and a lazy smile spread across his lips. “Saw him changing shirts in the locker room and oh my fucking-”
Hoseok hissed something about why the fuck he works here, before he reaches across to smack Tae on the arm. Namjoon tries to focus on all of it, truly he does, but at some point amongst the shenanigans, Seokjin had reached his fingertips across the sand to skim across Namjoon’s own. He hates the fact that Seokjin’s touch is all he can seem to care about, considering Jungkook gets up to walk away from them to answer a phone call. But it doesn't matter for long, when the warm brown eyes meet Namjoon’s gaze and a smirk dances along his features.
Already Namjoon is making excuses in his mind for them to part from the group, though his thoughts are too hazy and his lust grows too thick. (Or, Namjoon called it lust anyways, regardless of the deep affection that tangled its bitter roots into his chest.) Seokjin becomes antsy too, Namjoon can tell by the way he keeps darting his gaze over his shoulder to smile at the younger boy, and from there Namjoon can't stop himself.
“Hey ah-” He clears his throat, the smoke making his voice a little hoarse. “Jin, you mind coming with me to check on Jungkook? It's getting dark-”
“He’s only been gone for a few minutes-” Yoongi tries to interject, but fails as no one but Jimin pays him any mind.
Seokjin is already on his feet by the time Namjoon finishes his sentence, and half of the group looks up with a nonchalant gaze, while the others are too engaged to care. Regardless, the two boys part from the group to round the lighthouse, their hands being the only thing to touch until they're clear out of hearing.
Coming to the fencing of the wave pool, Namjoon turns with a bright grin to face the brunette that follows him; his back comes to rest against the railing and he's completely unprepared for the way Seokjin’s lips crash against his own. Usually, it's Namjoon who takes the lead, who puts things in motion and guides them along, but Seokjin is all too quick to put his hands on either side of the rails, trapping Namjoon within his grasp and leaving him breathless. Accepting his every touch with greedy responses of his own, Namjoon lets himself recline against the railing, the weight of Seokjin’s silhouette following him every inch of the way.
“Jump in with me,” Seokjin somehow speaks between their heated kiss, with a flicker of satisfaction blooming in his chest as he hears Namjoon chuckle.
The younger boy can't peel his hands away from Seokjin’s neck, but the excitement that dances across his once wounded soul is too much for him to deny. “Right now?” He asks, his words filling the small gap between their lips as they still met in warm, lust filled waves. The older boy simply nods against their kiss before he parts all too quickly, tossing his legs over the railing and looking back at Namjoon with a gaze that said, 'I'm waiting.’
His body moves faster than his mind can, and Namjoon finds himself already at the ledge alongside his beautifully radiant comrade. Seokjin looks over at him with a daring look, holding out his hand for Namjoon to take. (Which takes him far less long than it should have; Namjoon takes it all too quickly as though he holds this boy's hand every night.) It's then that Namjoon realizes what their relationship is: of high, cloudy thoughts, of holding hands and pretending this was all either of them ever needed. In the end, Namjoon could always fall, but Seokjin-
“I'll go with you.” Seokjin interrupts his thoughts, finishing his sentence and making Namjoon go wide-eyed before the older continued, “On the count of three, ready?”
Namjoon squeezed the other’s hand and closes his eyes just as Seokjin had, his mind still racing and connecting things he knew Seokjin would never see. Somewhere he heard the distant “three’ of the brunette’s countdown, and from then it all simultaneously moved too fast and too slow. They fell hand in hand too quickly for Joon to remember, but he could always recall the crash of the chlorine water around them and the utter silence that the water filled his ears with. He opened his eyes for only a second to see Seokjin in front of him, his hair lifted in every direction and a smile on his features.
Time slowed in the instant that Seokjin pressed his lips a final time to Namjoon's; the younger knew that it had only been a second, but as the water made his skin prickle and a chill crawl up his spine, still he was set on fire from the inside out. The only thing that extinguished the heat that burned within him was the breath he finally took as they reached the surface.
Wiping the water from his eyes, his gaze landed on Seokjin, who looked utterly ridiculous; with reddened eyes and wet plastered hair, water dripped down the sides of his face and along his jaw. To anyone else, he would have looked like a wet, excited puppy, but Namjoon couldn't have loved him more. It made him realize that maybe he wasn't the only one falling into the dark blue depths, maybe he only thought himself to be alone.
Their laughter intermingled along the water for just a brief second, with Seokjin’s fingers coming to twine with Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s voice interrupting it all.
“Yeah, you're real fuckin' cute and all,” His monotone voice calls from the rails they'd just jumped from. “And don't get me wrong, I don't care what happens to you, but I thought I'd be courteous and let you know we're leaving your asses.”
Yoongi leaves just as quick as he'd shown up, and Namjoon finally catches his breath from the laughter that wracked his form. Dusk had faded long ago, leaving nothing but the lights in the pool to be throwing glimmering colors upon Seokjin’s cheeks, and Namjoon couldn't help but lean forward to kiss one glittering spot in particular; one that sparkles right beneath his bottom lip.
“Guess that means Yoongi’s riding with Jimin,” Seokjin mentions, their lips still slick with chlorine water but still crashing together all the same.
Namjoon nods ever so slightly before he nips at the older’s lip, a smirk shared between them as they both realize what this means. The summer was still in full swing and Seokjin was easy to sway on hot summer nights, and while Namjoon tried to remind himself that maybe he shouldn't partake when his emotions ran so high. But still, the wet plus of Seokjin's lips always had a way of convincing him otherwise. He was a fool to think tonight was any different.
It's hard to peel himself from the older’s kiss, but somewhere he had found the strength speak as he pulled Seokjin against him, the water still cooling their skin as the older let out a yelp. Namjoon shouldn't leave his heart on his sleeve for a boy who would never return his full affection, though still, he gave in as he did every time.
“My car tonight, then?” Namjoon finally asked. There's a flicker of lust warming his chest regardless of the way it sank a little at Seokjin’s sweet, uttered words of 'mmhm.’ He knew better than to think that hum said anything more than only for tonight, and never for tomorrow.