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kim taehyung was lost.
“jungkookie! hobi!” taehyung’s eyes scan the crowded area anxiously. he’d been having a good time at the beach with hoseok and jungkook, but somewhere along the line, tae had been in charge of supplying the three boys with soda - which he complied to willingly, but now he seemed to have lost track of the other two. this does not work.
with a dejected sigh, the boy flicked the can open with his fingers and took a long drag of the cold drink, which made him feel a bit better (orange fizzy was the best.), but he knew he’d probably finish all three drinks before he found the other two.
he silently twiddles the corner of the plastic bag, the buzzing of the families and couples around him becoming irritating. this is not ideal. he manages to find a vacant seat outside the beach café. taehyung scratches his chest and sits down, tilting his head back to take the last gulp of the second can, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. taehyung sighs. again.
okay tae. look sharp.
The abandoned boy starts to plan scenarios in his head. first, hoseok will probably ask me where i went. he thinks, then i’ll say i went to the zoo to see the elephants and i didn’t get lost , they got lost because everyone is lost without me. being somewhat satisfied with the image of jungkook’s face once he sees his empty soda can, taehyung decides that he’ll spare the two commoners for now, he’ll step up and be nice and.. look for them.
with a determined ( and masculine) grunt, he sets off. this works too.
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the sun is really working itself into jimin’s head. he knows some people like being tanned, but he isn’t one of them – he prefers to stay as he is thank you very much. as he walks up from the water and towels himself dry, jimin shoots another questioning look at (yet another) girl who was eying his abs.
the male rummages in his bag for his roll-on sunblock. damnit. yoongi must’ve stolen it. sighing, he shrugs on his very, very oversized, loosely-knit grey sweater that namjoon had gotten for him for these purposes especially, he guesses he was kinda thankful, for now. the huge shirt goes past his ass and drops know mid-thigh, it’s kinda feminine, but jimin guesses it’s okay, because he looks good. as always.
he shoulders his adidas sports bag and flings the towel around his neck before walking to the beach café, maybe he should get some shaved ice before he goes to attack yoongi. watermelon flavoured works.
sand sinks into his toenails and he knows the flipflops he wears aren’t doing him justice, it’s quite suffocating in this heat.
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a little while after standing, taehyung sees someone walking to the shaved ice stand near the outdoor café. he recognizes the black sports bag.. is it hoseok? but that gay sweater doesn’t look like something that hoseok would wear, and the person seems a bit short. but the bag – it is definitely hoseok’s. taehyung knows underneath the layers of dirty socks and swimming goggles lie a thin sheet of boy’s love manga. he knows.
“hoseok you nerd.” taehyung (stealthily) ducks behind a bench and watches his victim. he stands in wait at the stand and starts to leave the stand. a gear in taehyung’s mind clicks and he slinks to the next table, slowly but steadily gaining on hoseok (and scaring a fmily of four in the process).
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hoseok sneezes.
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with what would be classed as a battle cry, taehyung runs over and clamps his hand over hoseok’s backside, but he hears a squeal.
this isn’t hoseok.
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jimin had just gotten his order and was happily enjoying the dessert. sure the flavor was pretty fake and a bit too sweet, but it was cold and soothing and well replicated, and that’s all that really matters, honestly.
then someone gropes his ass.
he drops his shaved ice.
this does not work.
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taehyung’s victim turns around, and that is most definitely not hoseok. (he is also much cuter than hoseok, hoseok is a gay nerd, but tae won’t say that – no.)
“hi.” he offers helpfully, giving the startled male a dazzling smile, as if that would fix everything.
under these circumstances, the average person would stutter sorry and be on their way, but kim taehyung was not the average person, so this does not work. nothing works.
the person doesn’t talk.
“you’re cute.” he says, scanning the boy’s doe eyes and slight nose. tae unconsciously licks his lips. (predatorily)
Now that taehyung looks closely, he sees that under the loose knitting of the sweater, the guy’s pretty toned, despite his height.
the boy finally seems to have gotten over the shock of someone walking over and groping his ass (hey, that’s 100% normal – everyone does it), and opens his mouth to speak. he’s a little – no, he’s unhealthily red though, it’s probably because of the heat, but he’s still really damn cute.
“taehyung!” said male turns around and faces the voice. it’s jungkook in all his trashy glory.
He opens his mouth and is about to launch into what he rehearsed earlier, but he’s so rudely interrupted yet again.
“oh my god taehyung, what are you doing.”
he’s still groping the guy’s ass.
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