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Somehow, their dates always end with Jimin filming him, Jin muses as he swallows an entire popsicle whole for the camera and winks, despite the slow-hitting brain-freeze that is currently filling up his entire head with sharp stabbing cold. He’s not quite sure what Jimin does with all of these videos, but he’s never asked, because it’s never really mattered. There isn’t a single person who knows about Kim Seokjin, who is unaware of his awkward, dorkish existence, anyway, so saving face is pointless. Still, sometimes making decisions like this are why he suffers. It’s worth it though, because Jimin only just manages to keep the camera straight, his eyes crinkling into tiny crescents as he almost dies from impressed laughter.
“Hyung…” Jimin trails off, laughing even more, as Jin pulls out the stick without any grace and makes pathetic whining noises about the cold, tongue lolling out of his mouth, slightly. “You’re so dumb, sometimes.
“I’ve lived three more years than you, be quiet.” Jin grumbles, pathetically, reaching forward to stick his hand over the camera lens. Jimin takes the hint and switches it off, placing it down on the table and pressing a quick kiss to Jin’s forehead, in commiseration.
“You’re still sorta dumb.” Jimin says, with delight, as he leans forward to kiss Jin properly. The kiss tastes of blueberry flavoured ice, and the roof of Jin’s mouth is so numb that he can’t really feel the sensation of Jimin’s lips against him. but he can feel Jimin’s soft fingerpads against his cheeks, and that’s tender enough to make Jin smile into the kiss happily, people staring or no.
Jimin pulls away too quickly for Jin’s liking, but there’s an easy smile on his face, as they get up from the beachside table, where they’d grabbed a quick snack of tea and ice-cream, leaving behind money on the table, for the waitress to collect. Sliding past the bicyclists coming down the road (Jin had heard something about a national race in Busan on the news the other day, but he hadn’t paid it much mind), they walk down the beachside promenade, hands swinging between them, easily. Jimin’s gaze is far away, as he looks out over to the coast, where the water shimmers, reflecting the edges of the sinking sun, ripples disturbed only by dark silhouettes of people swimming and sailboats. Jin can’t help but smile, staring at both the view and how entranced and at home Jimin looks here, between the sand and the sky.
“Want to head down to the shore?” asks Jin, seeing the slight wistfulness there. Jin doesn’t really like the actual process of being on the beach. This peaceful summer aesthetic is nice, but he doesn’t like sand in his clothes that never goes away, and saltwater ruining his hair, and Jimin knows this all too well. But still, it’s impossible to deny Jimin anything, and when he looks so wistful, Jin decides that he’ll deal with taking an extra long shower and bath when he gets back to the hotel, today.
“Sure.” Jimin says, grin slowly spreading across his features, “Last one there has to get dunked in the water.”
It takes Jin a second to process his words, but Jimin has already started sprinting, so Jin scrambles after him, flip-flops making loud thwacking sounds across the sand and the seaweed as they sprint down the coast, ungainfully. Jin knows that he looks crazy and a bit awkward, nothing like how graceful Jimin looks as he zooms away towards the beach, but that’s nothing new. Public embarrassment has never fazed him that much anyway, and it is worth it, to hear Jimin’s delighted laugh floating along the breeze, filling the air with happiness and joy.
Unsurprisingly, Jimin wins the match, and they both reach the edge of the water with squeals at how cold it is against their ankles. Jin bends over double, sweaty hair flopping into his eyes as he tries to catch his breath and Jimin’s heavy breathing next to him is no less laboured, even if he manages to stay upright. Pushing back his hair, in the way he knows makes him look sexy, Jimin gazes out towards the horizon and it is Jin’s turn to reach for his phone camera, resting in his pocket. He takes the snap quickly, before Jimin realizes.
The sound of the shutter going off makes Jimin splutter with surprise. “Hyung!” he protests, diving forward to try and wrestle the phone from Jin, but Jin is taller and bulkier, so he just laughs and hold the phone way above Jimin’s reach.
“Now I have a momento of our dates for me, too.” Jin says, easily, as he looks over the images, with a little difficulty. It looks even nicer than Jin had expected, with the dimming blue sky and the rays of light from the east, illuminating Jimin’s features perfectly. “You’re so beautiful, I’m definitely making that my homescreen.”
“Hyuuuunng!” whines Jimin in protest, pulling a pitiful puppy face, the one he knows usually gets him his way, but Jin is determined about this, so he reaches forward and presses a sloppy kiss to Jimin’s cheek.
“No take-backs.” he says, easily. “Besides, you take so many dumb videos of me anyway, can’t I keep one where you look hot as hell?”
“You’re the worst.” Jimin says, but his frown is more of a reluctant smile, now. “I just put those on my snapchat story, to boast about how funny you are to everybody. You can’t keep it as your phonescreen. Anyone can see.”
Jin laughs, leaning backwards. “Watch me.” he says, laughing,
(Jimin dunks him under the water with far too much enthusiasm, for a snapchat story outtake, Jin thinks).