"So, the ocean's right there, but you're just gonna sit here and read?" Hoseok asks, eying me oddly as I stretch out beneath the shade of a massive palm tree.

It's enormous, verdant fronds sway lightly in the breeze as I turn another page.

"Yep," is my response.

I rarely ever take time to lounge around like this. It's an odd feeling, not to be sore or in pain. I'm pretty much always practicing lately, and if I'm not practicing I'm performing. I frown, thinking about the time that I am wasting. And it isn't like I can practice here. The second Jimin finds out I'm doing anything besides resting, I'm dead meat.

The blanket rumples as Hoseok makes himself comfortable beside me. I flinch, tensing as he lays his head upon my shoulder, but remain quiet. It isn't as if Jimin hasn't done the same thing a million times. Hell, Jeonguk probably does it more often than he does. I want to relax, and logically I should be able to. However, I can't help but notice that he smells really good, and now I feel incredibly awkward.

"What's it about?" he murmurs.

I blush, embarrassed by the way his breath tickles against my shoulder.

"I don't know," I reply unsteadily.

My breath hitches towards the end and I curse internally. Why is this such a problem? I'm not usually one to make things so awkward. I swear I have more self control than this.

Hoseok looks at me quizzically, one eyebrow raised into a magnificent arch.

"I'm not much of a reader," I shrug, momentarily disrupting his head.

He sits up and smiles slyly. I feel incredibly unsettled, and I wonder if he is doing this on purpose.

"Come on," he says joyfully.

Hoseok stands, and then grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.

I stumble along behind him as he drags me towards the beach. The trees over-head become more sparse the further we travel, so the amount of sun-light gradually increases as well. I can already feel the sizzle of the sun upon the sand, I know I'm gonna regret this later.

"I'm not much of a swimmer either," I yell desperately.

No matter how much I try to free myself from his grasp, I simply can't.

"What you need is some good, old fashioned fun." He tells me.

Looking back, he smiles. I cease resisting at all.

Finally we pass through the tree line, and onto the beach. Jeonguk and Jimin are having a blast in the water, although I'm fairly certain one of them is going to drown before the day is over with the way that they are wrestling. Jin flurries about to and fro, cooking over what is now a blazing fire. And this explains why he hasn't gotten onto the boys yet for horseplay.

"Just how quickly did Namjoon manage to get firewood?" I marvel to myself.

Namjoon, it seems, has already finished everything that Jin needed from him. He rests beneath the shade of a bright blue parasol, upon a towel. Book in hand, he seems lost to the world.

"Yah!" Jeonguk shouts, spotting us before anyone else. "Come on in! The water feels great!"

"Shut up Guk!" Jimin shrieks, finally managing to get the upper hand for a split second. "Never turn your back on your enemy!"

Jeonguk is only underwater for a moment, however, and Jimin knows that he's screwed. The look that passes over his face is equal parts surprise, and bitter regret as Jeonguk lifts him as easily as if Jimin were a bird. And as Jeonguk tosses Jimin, the latter flails and wails at the top of his lungs.

"Come on!" Jeonguk repeats.

"I really don't want to, " I pout, but Hoseok isn't hearing a word of it.

He continues to drag me towards the water and I balk. I dig my feet into the sand, straining against his hold. It isn't until we are right upon the waters edge that I manage to free myself, and I attempt to bolt for it to no avail. Hoseok, it seems, is faster than me, and catches up to me in no time.

He flings me over his shoulder as easily as if I were a bag of feathers, and begins marching into the water. I shriek as the water gets deeper, and I feel his muscles tense. The water is absolutely frigid!

"Hoseok!" I scream, "don't you dare!"

But it's too late. He tosses me effortlessly into the water, and I sink to the bottom like a rock before shooting right back up, coughing and spluttering as I surface.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jeonguk all laugh merrily as I attempt to compose myself. It's difficult, because right now I feel like a drowned cat. My limbs don't want to function properly as I attempt to suck in copious amounts of air, so I cling to Hoseok like a lifeline.

Not because I trust him, but because he's the only one nearby.

Jimin and Jeonguk have retreated, each too preoccupied with their own water-battle to take part in ours. My lungs burn, but, after a few moments I manage to settle and breathe normally.

"You're a dead man, " I growl, speaking directly to Hoseok.

And it's the only warning he gets.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around one of his. Using my own weight, I drag the laughing man under. I rise from the water with satisfaction, grinning as he too rises with a splutter of his very own.

The answering glint in his eyes tells me that this is only the beginning, and though I do my best to ignore it, my heart thumps painfully in my chest for just one beat.

He lunges towards me, and I attempt to flee, screaming the whole way.

"Jimin!" I shriek, smiling despite myself. "Save me!"

But I don't think that Jimin can hear me. Hoseok catches up to me easily, and before I know it we are splashing each other mercilessly and with enthusiasm.

Before long, even Jimin and Jeonguk join in. And as we splash each other indiscriminately the sun shines brightly in the clear, blue sky.