Serendipity

i'm in love with my best friend

The campfire crackles with little orange fire fairies spitting above the pit, floating into the night sky. In the nearest distance, the waves of the ocean crash comfortably against the shore underneath the peaceful moonlight. Yoongi has a  lofi hip hop mix playing on his wonder boom and the girls are giggling between each other as they attempt to make smores. 

You've been here all afternoon and you'll be here all weekend. Just a cute little escape you guys had organised earlier in the week. It's so perfect, you want to start a cult here. 

"How'd you find this place?" Hoseok asks to no one in particular. He's laying in the sand next to you, his face staring above, eyes chasing stars, arms resting behind his head. "It's almost like it's healing me from life."

You're sitting by the campfire with a red blanket wrapped around you as the nippy night kisses goosebumps against your back. Mabel is to your left, smoking a cigarette, chuckling at Hoseok's existential crisis. 

"I can help you with healing if you'd like," she offers, leaning over me to pass him her cigarette. "May kill you eventually, however." 

It's a fine balance being cold and feeling like a toasted burrito. You should've changed out of your bikini top and board shorts but the fire dried them and you couldn't be bothered moving. So there you stay and have stayed for the past two hours. 

Jungkook has been stalking the leftover dinner and reading this random book on politics by the tents. It also sounds so picturesque of him, but you know dairy makes him gassy.

It's been a perfect night really, you have no complaints. 

"Mabe Babe," Hoseok grabs the cigarette and throws it into the campfire. "No thanks, but if you're wanting to help with my healing, I know something else you can suck on." 

Well, no complaints until now. 

Hoseok lifts himself up, scootching over to sit behind Mabel. They giggle as she whispers into her ear, "Oh yeah, you wanna cum into my lungs too?"

"Fuck off you guys, that's disgusting and would kill you." you curse but they aren't listening to you anymore, it's disgusting and you want to vomit. 

They talk between each other, a conversation you have no care about as two bare muscular warm arms wrap around your middle, hoisting you up onto your feet.  

"Come with me," a deep voice warmly whispers into your ear, his chin tickling your now exposed trap muscle as the blanket falls to the sandy grass. "Let's go somewhere just you and me." 

"Hello to you too Ted Bundy," you chortle, shaking his arms off you as you readjust your bikini top. "You showed up perfectly to save me from those horny bastards. Where would you like to go, sir." 

"My lady," He kisses your shoulder, keeping one hand lazily wrapped around your hip. "I figured we could go for a walk along the beach, the moonlight looks nice. Since we're both still in our swimmers, maybe a late-night dip too?" 

"Sounds delightful," smiling up at him, you sink into his bare side. A rhythm you've gotten used to lately. Your heart fills with a pleasant flutter as he smiles back down at you. "How are you feeling? I couldn't help but notice you from across the fire, you look amazing in that bikini." 

"I'm better now that you're here, I missed you when you were gone. You practically saved me as well from Mabe and Hoseok, so gross." 

"Ugh," Jungkook groans, "I hate that guy."

"What happened?" you roll your eyes at the incoming trash talk. 

Walking towards the shore Jungkook fills you in on the happenings while you were separated. Noting in particular that the separation was intentional, the train ride to Busan was particularly tense and your friends were an audience to the tongue hockey you and Jungkook played that may or may not have resulted in your hand in his pants. Of course, the scene was secured by a fluffy pink blanket you had brought with you. But alas, your front-row audience were not pleased by your public displays of foreplay.