Awkward | BTS ✓

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"Please don't drown!" I yell after Namjoon as he takes off running towards the water.

He ignores me as he plops down in the water, splashing around like a child as I lay my towel on the sand and remove my shirt and shorts so I can lay in the sun for a little while before it gets dark.

I know I should be keeping an eye on Namjoon since I know he's up to something weird, but the sun is so warm and welcoming on my skin that I just can't bring myself to focus on anything else.

"I'm ready to leave," Namjoon suddenly says, standing over me and blocking out the sun while simultaneously dripping freezing cold water onto me.

I screech in surprise as I tuck and roll away from the water droplets and wind up getting a face full of sand.

"Overdramatic," he says, rolling his eyes as I sit up and shake my head to get all of the sand off of me.

"We literally just got here five minutes ago! I don't want to leave yet," I whine, going to lay back down on my towel but Namjoon yanks it out from under me, making me fall backwards and getting a butt full of sand this time.

And let me tell you, sand does not belong in such crevices.

I glare up at Namjoon, who is holding one hand in a fist and holding my towel in his other hand.

I narrow my eyes. "What's in your hand?"

"Your towel. Are you blind?" He asks, laughing. "Did the sand get in your eyes?"

"I hate you," I snap, standing up and putting my clothes back on.

"You have a crush on me. That's far from hating me," he jokes as I stomp away from him, my good mood ruined.

"I'll make it up to you. I just remembered that I'm uh... allergic to sand," he says, quickly catching up with me as we make our way back to the bus stop.

"Sure, dimples," I say, already feeling a stress headache forming. "I'm going home."

"Ouch! Don't pinch me!" He yelps and I frown at him.

"I didn't pinch you," I say, rolling my eyes as we climb onto the bus.

"I never said you did. Stop being so weird, Isla," he says, tossing my towel in my lap.

I decide to ignore him for the rest of the ride, especially since his hand is still clenched into a fist and I have a feeling whatever weird thing I suspected that he was up to has something to do with it.

"I'll just go- OW!- home for tonight instead of staying with you," he says, eyes watering.

"What is in your hand, Namjoon?" I ask and he raises his eyebrows.

"Skin cells," he replies.

"There is going to be a foot up your ass if you don't tell me what is in your hand," I say, narrowing my eyes.

"It's uh... sand," he says, avoiding eye contact with me.

"What happened to being allergic to sand?"

"I don't recall," Namjoon says, wincing slightly.

I reach out, grab his wrist and put pressure on it, causing him to yelp out in pain and open up his closed fist.

"A crab?" I ask, staring down at the little creature fighting to get out of his hand.

"I'm going to name him Shell-don," he says proudly, smiling brightly before yelping in pain again as it pinches him.

"You wanted to go to the beach just to get a crab," I say in disbelief.

"Why else would you go to the beach?" He asks, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Have I mentioned that I hate you?"

"You love me," he says, pinching my cheek with his free hand.

"I tolerate you."

"Wait! I have a great idea," he announces and I groan.

"No," I say immediately.

"Party pooper," he says.

I roll my eyes in annoyance before my gaze falls onto his outstretched palm that the crab was crawling on and I notice something.

"Where's your crab?" I ask, pointing at his now empty palm.

"Oh. Oh no," he mumbles, eyes widening.

"Our stop is next. You'd better find it. You can't leave a crab on a bus. It doesn't have enough to pay for the fare," I say, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

"Now I hate you," he grumbles as he picks up the towel from around his neck and searches the folds for the missing crab.

"Oh god..." I whisper in horror and point to the man seated across from us, sound asleep. "I found the crab."

The crab was slowly crawling towards the sleeping guy's nose, probably mistaking his nostrils for some nice cave for the crab to dwell in.

"Get it!" Namjoon whisper yells to me and I scoff.

"You get it! It's your crab!" I snap.

"Don't go in that man's nostril, Shell-don!" Namjoon yells suddenly before reaching forward and snatching his crab off of the man's face.

The man jerks awake and looks around before settling his furious gaze on Namjoon, Shell-don and me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing waking me up?" He booms and Namjoon pushes me forward into the aisle of the bus as a sacrifice to the angry demon man.

"She has crabs!" Namjoon yells, pointing at me as he dashes off the bus as soon as it stops at our stop.

"Fuck off, weirdo," angry demon man growls and I stand up from the floor of the bus, scowling.

"You fuck off, you little fucking booger," I say to the man with mint-colored hair, throwing my sandy towel in his face before running off the bus after Namjoon.

"Gotta go home to give Shell-don a tour of his new home! See you tomorrow, Isla!" Namjoon yells from the distance.

I glance over towards where his voice came from and I realize he must've been running at full speed from the moment he stepped foot off the bus to get away from me so I wouldn't murder him.

I hear someone clear their throat behind me and when I turn around, I come face to face with the angry demon booger man, holding my dirty towel in his hand as the bus departs.

I laugh nervously. "This was your stop too, I see."

"You forgot this on my fucking head," he says, dropping my towel to the floor.

"Watch your language, booger boy. I am in no mood for you," I say, picking up my towel and tossing it over my shoulder before stomping angrily away from him, heading towards my apartment.