Watermelon Sugar | MYG

5

"Come on!" you yell at him, laughing at his reluctance from where you stand, the waves hitting the back of your thighs gently, urging you to submerge yourself into the water again and stay safe from the cold of the wind that's been picking up ever since you've reached the Stafilos beach. It took two bus rides and a very long time, seeing as your two top destinations were pretty much on the opposite ends of the island but you didn't care - you're here and you want to enjoy it, cold wind be damned.

"Y/N..." he sighs, still keeping his feet firmly on the sand. Dry sand.

"If you didn't tell me you enjoyed swimming when you were younger, I would drop it completely," you remind him of what he had told you a couple of days ago. "Stop acting like a cat and join me. But if you really don't want to, I'll drop it," you add, realizing that your joking comments can be perceived as incredibly pushy if he really doesn't want to join you. That said, if he really didn't want to join you, he would still be lounging and drinking his americano happily, not acting like a fussy cat with his feet inches away from the water.

"You would drop it?" he asks suspiciously.

"Cross my heart," you promise him and you mean it, only to start laughing when you realize that your promise is not going to be put to the test - he turns his back to you as he takes off his shirt, which he then proceeds to throw onto his designated lounge chair. You realize that for the first time, you're seeing him without a shirt on and the realization makes you gulp, just as much as the sight of him does, too. He is not some overly muscular man, you've known that before, but you had no idea that his body was this well defined. Unfortunately for you, you don't get to ogle as much as you'd like because he makes his way into the water quite fast, completely diving into it before swimming a couple of feet and popping up behind you.

The sight of him naked from the waist up, water crashing onto his chest as he shakes his hair out of his eyes and then proceeds to push it back was not a sight you were prepared for in any shape or form. It leaves you speechless for a moment too long, which he notices.

"Are we going to swim around or are you just going to continue staring at me? Cause we don't have all day?" his words sound pissy but his smile gives you an impression that perhaps he doesn't mind it one bit.

"Every comment like that gives me one extra song on the boat ride back," you warn him.

"Honestly, after this shit," he points in the direction of the beach bar, which has been playing Coco Jambo on full blast. "I'd welcome Harry Styles with wide open arms."

"Put me up, put me down, put my feet back on the ground," you sing, teasing him.

"Do you want me to drown you?" he deadpans.

"Put me up, put me down..."

"That's it!" he growls, jumping towards you and you drop the singing as you try to run away from him before he can get to you. You don't last very long, because you are still laughing at him by the time he dunks you underwater, his hand pushing your head down. Finding it way too funny to be pissed at him about the amount of water you've just swallowed, you simply continue the fight once you're on the surface, jumping on his back to get him to fall into the water completely. The word playful doesn't quite fit Yoongi, at least not most of the time, but you couldn't use a better one to describe him now, as he did his best to retaliate with wrestling you into the water. You laughed and played along, finding it ironic how close you are to one another, body to body, without giving it a second thought, simply playing around like children, not grown adults. Having him this close to you isn't something you'd mind, not in this setting or a different one either.

Your fingertips were wrinkled for a long while by the time you finally exit the water, a grumpy Yoongi following you, complaining of the cold. You feel it too, the sun no longer shining as brightly as it did this morning - in fact, it's not shining at all, hidden behind the clouds that went from the whitest of white to ominous gray in what feels like seconds.