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BEACHY AFTERNOON AND SEE YOU SOON SMUT! (VERY explicit sexual content If that make you uncomfortable please do not continue to read this chapter.)
To put it simply enjoying the sun on a hot Saturday summer morning is exactly what Lisa was doing and was of expected to do. Her shades on her face ignoring her blonde friend who kept complaining about getting sun burnt. But what she didn't expect was for a volley ball to fly straight into her face.
"LOOK OUT!"
"Wha-...OW!" She shrieks, hands instantly flying to her forehead already knowing there was a bruise on her sensitive skin. Her shades lay Broken in half on her lap. She didn't even have enough time to process what just happened before she's shaded by a shadow of a person standing above her.
"O-omg I'm so sorry! Me and the boys where just practicing and namjoon hit the ball the wrong way-"
"No, no. Its ok." Lisa ushers rubbing at her pained forehead, she looks up from the sand squinting her eyes to get a good look at the male standing above her. " wow, your hot." Lisa blurts out and she could just hear her best friend cackling on the side.
"Um...your pretty cute too." The raven smiles finding his hands on his hips. Lisa wants to say something else, anything else but spit clogs her throat and she starts to panic.
What should i say!
The perfectly built man just chuckles and shakes his slightly damp curls and picks up the volleyball. That's when Lisa gets a good look at his complete tattooed arm."Sorry about that again." He winks, and just like that he walks away. Lisa trails him with her eyes as the male goes back to talking with the others at the volleyball net.
"Idiot" the girl beside her scoffs.
"Shut up, Rosé. Anyone would have choked if they seen that guy."
"I don't think so." Rosé laughs running her fingers through her hair. "He was pretty hot, I should have shot my shot."
Lisa gasp. "You wouldn't dare! I call dibs." "What?! You can't call dibs on him!" Rosé sulks.
