At precisely 11:30 in the morning the sun is magnificently overhead. There is a pleasant breeze, and it rustles through the thinly-trunked trees, swaying them this way and that. The air is humid, and I can already feel the perspiration on my skin. I've bared just about as much as I possibly can without stripping down to my undies.

I look down, once more lamenting just how short the sundress is.

"I can't believe Jin would pick something so short!" I exclaim to myself.

But it's a beautiful day nonetheless. And just now, we've reached the tree line, and the ocean explodes into sight before us. Jeonguk rushes for the water, running so fast that he leaves Jimin in the dust.

Jimin, too, runs straight for the water. But Jin makes a bee line for the cooking pit we'd built last time we were here.

I sigh, envying both Jimin and Jeonguk. This morning, before we'd left, we'd all drawn straws to see who'd carry what. But of course, we'd all gotten so used to Jeonguk taking care of all the heavy lifting. Seeing as this is his special weekend, he'd been allowed to forgo pulling a straw. This had meant that Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, and I had been forced to carry pretty much everything.

Jimin had pretty quickly dumped his significantly light load upon my shoulders, and Hoseok had outright refused to allow me to carry my original load. Him and I have held up the rear, with me following him and watching closely as he suffers in silence.

Also, I'd been to afraid to walk in front of Namjoon in all honesty.

"Wait!" I exclaim, stopping in my tracks. "Where's Yoongi? I haven't seen him the entire trip, but he was at the airport right?"

I surprise Hoseok, and for a moment he teeters. He quickly regains control of the situation, however, just as Namjoon turns around.

"He didn't come, " Namjoon reveals. "He elected to stay home."

"Hold on, why was he allowed to 'elect' to stay home?" I complain.

"From what I understand Yoongi works on the weekends, and was unable to get off." Namjoon replies. "But I'd wager that, also, Yoongi is one of the only people in this family that Jin is afraid of. I never heard the full story, but apparently Yoongi is not a man to be messed with lightly."

"Hey, " Hoseok cuts in, beaming brightly and altering the mood entirely. "It's not so bad is it? From what I hear, these trips tend to be a lot of fun!"

"They usually are, " I reply. "But I should be home practicing."

We walk towards Jin and the firepit, closely following Namjoon as Jimin and Jeonguk splash into the water. Jin directs us, this way and that, depending on what we are carrying. Once everything has been set down he then grabs Namjoon, and begins to shoo Hoseok and I away.

"Go have fun!" He tells me, with a smile that reaches his eyes. "Joonie'll help me out. Won't you Joonie?"

Namjoon is powerless to say otherwise and he knows it. I feel for him, I really do. And at the same time, I can't help but think to myself, "better you than me."

I flash Namjoon an apologetic smile, before turning around and heading straight towards the shoreline.

"What are you practicing anyway?" Hoseok asks, falling in step behind me.

"Ballet, " I deadpan.

"So you're a ballerina?"

"Mhm, " I reply.

I don't bother to look behind me. I know that Hoseok is still following by the sounds of his footsteps and the occasional comment. He seems more than content to do all the talking for me, and I have to wonder why he's trying so hard when I obviously care so little.

He chuckles behind me, and I stop.

"Why?" I ask, not even bothering to look back.

"Why what?" Hoseok replies.

"Why do you keep trying so hard?" I elaborate. "You've seen the way I react every time I see you."

I hear the sound of footsteps behind me, and realize that Hoseok is moving. He comes to stand before me, grinning widely at me despite my stoic attitude.

"First of all, ouch." He says. "And also, what can I say? I'm an optimist."

I frown, a complete contrast to his sunny disposition, and then respond with, "What is it that you do for a living?"

He bounces up and down on the balls of his feet, grin growing even larger as his excitement takes over.

"I'm a dancer too," he tells me. "But I'm more of a hip hop kind of guy myself."

"So more than anyone, you should be able to understand why romantic entanglements are just a bad idea." I reply.

"Maybe, " he says, still smiling even now. "But that doesn't mean that we can't get to know each other. After all, I'm interested in more than just your body you know."

I pause for a second, considering his words.

It isn't as if I have any reason to deny him friendship, but I honestly believe that he probably has more than that in mind.

"If you're aiming for friendship, then I suppose I don't mind that too much, " I say, once more turning forward so that I can head further into the forest. "Just tell Jimin to butt out, and keep in mind that I'm fully intent on dying a virgin. I have no need for romance."

The man behind me chokes theatrically, gasping for air and thumping his chest. But he is quick to regain his wits, and before long we are both moving forward once more.

I resume my previous pace, eager to find a nice spot to vegetate. I can hear Hoseok humming along behind me, clearly enjoying his small victory. And for once, I find that I actually don't mind the cheery tune. Before I have even realized it, I'm actually even smiling secretly to myself.

Today is gonna be a good day.