FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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People laughing, cheering and talking fill the air as the dance team's fundraiser rages. It's been almost thirty minutes and they've already had 46 patrons at their tanks. They have three set up on the football field along with the refreshment tables on the other side.

Currently in the tanks are Camryn, Tyrell and a woman from the soccer team, Abby. Tyrell has been dunked the most. Abby and Camryn are neck and neck and not far behind Ty.

"Last round for these three!" Kaia yells as people get in line.

Their names are written on the board with the amount of money that they've accrued so far. When the timer goes off for their thirty minute mark, they get down out of the tanks and are handed towels. Tyrell stands with his naked chest out for a few minutes, garnering more attention before he actually starts to dry off.

Malia, Hakeem and Jay are up next. Both of the men are shirtless and Malia is wearing spandex shorts and a bikini top. She's wearing a t shirt over it. She stands by the dunk tank, looking at it nervously.

"It's not that bad, Malia. It's just cold the first time. After that, you get used to it." Tyrell advises and she stares at him and then back to the tank.

"If it's bad every time, we gonna tussle, Ty." She says playfully and he laughs.

"It's not, I promise. Just be ready if they hit it. That's all."

Malia takes her shirt off and gets into the tank. She sits on the wet plank and realizes how chilly the water feels. She looks at Tyrell and the man smiles at her.

"You'll be fine~." He waves her off.

She takes a deep breath and looks to her right at Hakeem. He cheeses at her for a second before his tank is triggered and he falls into the water. He splashes in and comes back up, shaking his dreads out.

"Whoo! This shit cold as fuck."

Worry laces into Malia's face as turns back to her patrons. Her mouth drops.

"No way. No."

Namjoon is standing first in line with a smile on his face. He has one ball, knowing that he won't miss.

"You know I love you, right?" He says as his smile widens.

"No." She says as she glares at him.

"You do." He counters as he tosses the ball up.

"Namjoon.."

"I said I love you." He tells her again before he throws the ball. He hits the target and Malia drops. She takes a breath before she splashes into the water. Namjoon laughs as she's soaked.

When she comes back up, he's covering his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh any further. The plank is set back up and she gets onto it. Her braids are thrown back over her shoulder as she shakes her herself out of being cold. It wasn't that bad now that she's out. Going in is the part that sucks.

"I love you!" Namjoon calls to her as he steps out of the line.

"Mhm. Imma beat yo ass when I get out of here." She calls back. He blows her a kiss and she rolls her eyes. He stands off to the side to let others in line have their turn.

Malia is dunked time after time and her braids are now dripping. She pulls the strap of her bikini, tightening it around her breasts. Namjoon is staring at the chain around her neck, dangling onto her chest, resting in her cleavage.

He's now certain that he got it at the perfect length. It's adjustable but she's never taken it off since he put it on her for the first time.

His eyes never leave her body. He said that he was going to let her suffer but he's not so sure how long that will last now.