Watermelon Sugar | MYG

2

Ever since you were a teen, you've had a pretty fucked up sleeping pattern. If it weren't for your job requiring you to be at the office by 9 on most days, you would never get up before noon, just like you never do on the weekends.

However, whenever you are on a vacation, a miracle happens. On vacations, especially if it's a seaside holiday, you're up at 7, 8 at the latest. No matter when you go to sleep, you wake up early, and while normally that leaves you grumpy and in a foul mood, when you're on vacation the situation is the exact opposite.

You're yawning and stretching, minding your own business, when you see something through the drawn curtains – you do a double-take, wiping away the sleep from your eyes and blink a couple of times before realizing that there's indeed a cup of iced coffee neatly placed on the fence of your balcony.

You get up and no longer bother with the lack of clothing on your legs like you were days ago, you walk out and confirm that there's indeed a cup of coffee placed on the fence separating your balcony from Yoongi's. And he's already out too, already behind his laptop with a huge headset on his head. The moment he sees you, he smiles and pushes the headset onto his neck. Just like he did the previous mornings, when he would briefly greet you, smile, and then proceed to focus on whatever it is that he is doing.

"Morning," he nods at you with a tight-lipped smile.

"Morning," you mumble, pausing to cough because you sound like someone had spent the entire night choking you. "This yours?" you ask, pointing at the cup.

"Nah, I got it for you."

Okay, that's new. While you do talk more now than you did on day one, you definitely haven't reached the point of getting each other coffee. Or so you thought. He must see it too, because when you stay silent for one second too long, he starts to explain himself. "I figured you drink the same coffee I do every morning," he shrugs. "And since you're always offering me food, I thought it'd be nice to give something back."

"True, except you never take the food I offer," you laugh at his explanation. Trying to be a nice and friendly neighbor, whenever you were eating something, you'd offer him some. No ulterior motive there – you just feel like shit if someone else is watching you eat and you don't offer them some. He'd always politely decline but you did get a smile every time so no harm no foul.

"I might eventually," he jokes and no, you absolutely did not feel anything stirring in your stomach at the sight of his cute smile. Nope, cute isn't even the right word. He's not cute. Endearing, yes, but you're absolutely not going to refer to your hot neighbor as cute.

Yeah, you fell into that trap on your own, haven't you?

"I'm just gonna keep offering then," you shrug. "Thanks for the coffee," you smile as you finally take a sip of it – he nailed it. Cold, strong, with barely a trace of milk and just a dash of sugar. You can go without sugar, but he must have seen you adding some in the past three mornings. He acts like he doesn't lift his head away from that laptop of his but he definitely noticed some things.

Like the past couple of mornings, he goes back to his work and you simply sit, drink your coffee in silence, and breathe in the fresh air. This morning is a bit different though, and you feel it as you try to pretend that it's not. He started the conversation today. He gave you the coffee. He threw the ball over in your court, maybe sort of hinting that he wants you to throw it back. Maybe. Big maybe.

He already had a perfect view on your ass, your dignity is long gone so what else do you have to lose? Fuck it.

"Hey, Yoongi?" you ask, waving at him to get his attention and as soon as he notices, he takes his headphones down immediately and raises his eyebrows. "You wanna join me at the beach today?"

You know it's a long shot – he hasn't either hasn't left his room at all for the past couple of days or he left and returned before you did. Well, he obviously did leave today to get the both of you coffee, but he also obviously didn't stay. You never saw his swim trunks hung to dry or anything that would show his feet even touched the sand. You know it's a long shot but you go for it anyways.

"Um... the beach isn't really my thing..." he starts off awkwardly and it almost pains you to see how awkward he is while trying to decline nicely. To spare both him and yourself the awkwardness, you smile immediately.

"Hey, no worries, I get it," you reassure him. "I gotta go get ready, I'll see you later."

"See you."

You've pushed it too far but it's not like it's the end of the world. Later tonight, he'll mumble you a sentence or two and the world will be back to normal. In the meantime, you can work on your tan alone.

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Why does hair have a life of its own when met with sunlight and saltwater? Back home, you can control it fairly easily but now you look as if you've spent the entire afternoon licking a power socket.

Sighing, you fall into the bed face first, feeling too tired to move. The sun wore you out today and swimming for hours definitely didn't help. Even though you've basically just gotten here, tonight seems like a good night to stay in. There's enough food and drink in your mini fridge to last you till the morning and hey, you're on vacation – why not be lazy?

You might even go full rebel and eat in bed? You wish your Greek vocabulary had more than a few words and phrases in it because you sure as hell can't order some freshly grilled calamari with a few extra lemon wedges and a side of rice to your room... or maybe you can, if there's an app for stupid foreigners who didn't think ahead of time.

Rolling over on the bed, you nearly fall down as you try to reach your phone – another downside of this place is the sockets being located in the most random places, with you stretching halfway off the bed to actually reach the damn thing.

"Greek," you mumble as you click on the app store logo. "Greek restaurant delivery Skiathos?" you ask yourself out loud, wondering if it sounds as stupid as it does in your head.

It does.

"Hey, Y/N?"

His voice makes you lose balance and at the very last second, you manage to stop your face from hitting the floor. Taking a deep breath, you sit up on the bed and fix the dress you're wearing. The boy has horrible timing but there's not much you can do about that.

"Yeah?" you peak through the balcony door.

It takes you a few seconds to get used to the sight of him actually dressed up – as dressed up as someone can be in such a casual setting. He's not hidden behind any piece of technology and you try to remember if you've ever even seen him standing before now. Maybe, maybe not – your mind is in a bit of a haze because he sure as hell looks good in dark jeans and a black t-shirt, with a pretty low V-neck.

Him running his hand through his hair is not helping much, not when he's looking at you directly. Did he always wear so many rings?

"How long will it take you to get ready?" he asks and you blink, probably looking as dumb as you feel.

"Ready for what?"

"I don't know, a walk around the town? Dinner maybe?" he shrugs casually, as if the two of you have had this planned for hours, days even, and you're a fool for not remembering.

"Did... Did I miss something?" you chuckle in confusion, feeling a little bit better about yourself when you see a slight blush rise up in his cheeks.

"I've said the beach isn't really my thing," he huffs, looking away from you and down at the ground, a hand rubbing nervously at his neck. "I didn't say hanging out with you isn't my thing. So... wanna go grab some dinner?"

"Well, since you're asking nicely," you tease him, laughing when he gives up his act and actually looks a bit relieved. A full 180 from the slightly standoffish guy you've met a few days ago. "Give me a few minutes, I won't take long," you warn him before drawing the curtains and smiling like a fool as you run to your suitcase to find something nice to wear.

You didn't even consider his invitation for a second before accepting. He's too cute to say no to. Nope, not cute. Hot and endearing. Definitely not cute whatsoever.