Struggling to Stand | jhs ff

Chapter 9: Beach Pt.1

June 7, 2014

"Kenna, you made it!" Seokjin says, smiling widely.

"Free road trip to the beach? I'm not missing that!"

"I can't wait to sleep the whole way there," Yoongi mutters, eyes already half-closed.

A quick head count leaves us missing someone, so I pull my phone out.

"Ooh, I like your rash guard!" Jungkook comments.

"Thank you!" I say, glancing down at the pretty aqua color covering my arms. It was expensive and better be fucking worth it.

"Alright, is everyone here?" Hitman asks, strolling up in his completely dad-like t-shirt, swim shoes, and bucket hat.

"Jimin," several of the guys groan.

"Of course," Hitman mutters. "Well, you guys already know the drill- no shirtless pictures on social media..."

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jimin, are you almost ready?"

"Yeah," he says, not sounding convincing at all.

"Ah!" a yelp draws my attention to the group of guys standing around Hitman.

"Do I need to go in there and drag you out?"

"No! No, I just can't find my sunglasses."

"Hopefully they're not the ones Namjoon just dropped," I say, looking at the leader studying the glasses. One of the bows broke off.

"What color are they?" Jimin asks.

"Uh, black and white, I think."

"Okay, good. Oh! Here they are!"

"Awesome, you're ready then?"

"Well, I- uh- almost."

I'm trying to not lose my patience. This is supposed to be a relaxing day trip, but I feel the need to stick to the schedule that was set. "Can I help with anything?"

"Um. I'm not sure. I'm just trying to look for a couple shirts. I can't find them."

"I can help look," I offer.

"Uh, sure, come on in. We're room 38."

"Okay."

I start to walk toward the building.

"Kenna!" someone yells to me. "Where are you going?" Namjoon asks.

"Helping Jimin find something," I respond.

"Oh, I'll do it," he says, jogging over to me. "The place is a mess, I don't want you tripping on something," he jokes.

I laugh. He gives me a look, and I realize it wasn't a joke.

"Kenna, come here!" Seokjin calls out.

I walk over to him and burst out laughing when I see his face. It looks like he put an entire bottle of sunscreen on his face.

"Yah! Stop laughing at me. I don't want to get burnt!"

"I mean, you won't like that."

"Exactly. Hold out your hand."

I hesitantly obey, and he opens a bottle of sunscreen and pours a large glop into my palm. "Whoa!"

"Do you need more?"

"That's way too much!"

"No such thing. Jungkookie, come here!"

My hands are full from lotion, a water bottle, and a phone, and my bag is slung over my shoulder. How am I supposed to do this? As I start to try tucking my phone under my armpit, Hoseok asks, "Need help, my twin?"