I Cannot Breathe (Be My Oxygen)

Like A Duck To Water

Trigger Warnings : mention of possible isolation and loneliness, underline of betrayal and bitterness, flashback of argument and dysfunctional family, of crying, mention of past humiliation and criticize.

"So, you're going ?"

Jisung grins, "Yeah, but I'll be glad to come back on the week-ends ? If it's okay ?" he's still hesitant and worried he's overstepping but both Chan and Changbin grin.

"Of course ! Just tell us when exactly so I can cook your favorite dish !" Chan tells him with a bright dimpled grin.

"And you can tell Hyunjin to come eat with us too— ow !" Changbin yelps in faux pain, rubbing his shoulder, "you're getting too strong," he whines while Jisung makes an ugly grimace.

"But yeah, I might tell him," he looks away while his cheeks flame up and Chan snorts, "don't tease me !"

Changbin laughs while Chan asks for one last hug that Jisung eagerly gives. "We'll miss you," he adds dramatically.

"I'll miss you both too," Jisung cries out exaggeratedly, effectively earning a giggle and a snort, "but I'll come back ! And with more twerkobots—"

"You better not make any more !" Changbin wrestles him and the youngest shrieks and begs for forgiveness.

"Promise ! Now let me go !" He whines, "Chanie hyung, help please !"

To help, Chan slaps Changbin's butt pretty hard, laughing when he hears him yelp in agony, "This isn't fair !"

"Just go, he's going to be late," he retorts smugly, before looking back at Jisung, "take care of yourself, alright ?"

Jisung grins gummily, "Don't worry."

"We'll be going then," Changbin adds, wearing his shoes messily while the youngest wears his coat and takes his backpack, "I'll come back tonight like usual."

Chan nods and watches them leave, the door closing softly.

His heart starts beating faster in anticipation, looking out the window to see the sun gently rising.

He needs to get ready.

"Still naked I see."

Minho looks up from where he's laying, smirking at his words, "Clothes aren't my thing, too itchy." For emphasis, he turns himself to lay on his back, but Chan's quick at throwing a towel on his crotch area.

"We're not alone," Chan tells him with an amused smile. The beach isn't crowded thankfully, but there's still people around playing in the water or laying on their towels to bask under the sun. Chan takes off his shirt and puts it in his bag, and gets down his wheelchair.

Felix isn't there today, so this time it's another lifeguard that takes his wheelchair and phone, and tells them to enjoy the beach. He exhales in satisfaction when her first hi reaches him.

"Hi," he greets back, watches her glow with the sunlight. She's beautiful, as usual, happy and motherly.

"She's happy to see you," Minho utters with a smile, basking in the cool water and the warm sun.

"I'm happy too," he replies, then looks at Minho who's just as pretty. With everything happening, he never had the time to notice.

He's well sculpted, a sort of living statue, eyes piercing, nose straight and slim, and lips pinkish full. His hair's already wet, deep purple bangs sticking to his forehead and long eyelashes resting against his cheekbones. His jawline is sharp and Chan can tell he's fit and possibly flexible just by looking at his body.