strawberry sunday ❧ k.jw | ✔

thirteen

FRIDAY

There were only two more full days left of your vacation in Cape Solaria, including today, and you didn't want to think about it. Maybe if you wished hard enough, this could last forever.

Sat on a beach chair that you'd set up in the surf to stay cool, you sighed to yourself contentedly.

A relieved groan and splash sounded from your right, and you squinted an eye open against the bright sunlight to look at who had sat in the empty chair beside you. It was Yuta, with legs and swim trunks this time as he crossed the limbs at the ankle to recline leisurely.

"Jungwoo won't mind, will he?" He asked, referencing who had been sitting there up until a minute ago, when the fairy announced he had to grab something from the beach house.

"He's not using it right now." You shifted up in your chair to face the siren, "I'm actually glad you're here, Yuta."

"Really?" He grinned. "And why's that?"

"I wanted to get your opinion on something."

"Yes, Jungwoo likes you."

You blinked at him, unable to think of how to reply.

"I know, I know, I'm not a mind reader, but—"

"That's not what I was going to ask," you cut him off, deciding to breeze right by that avenue of conversation. You had a limited amount of time before Jungwoo came back, and there was something else you really needed to ask Yuta specifically.

"Oh. Well, go for it."

"Do you know why your siren call didn't work on me at Friendmasgiving? And only worked on Johnny? We're both human, I didn't have any charms on. It should've, you know, done the same thing to me, right?"

That clearly wasn't what Yuta was expecting you to ask. The cocky smirk fell from his face as he scrutinized you, "What? You wanted to drown yourself?"

"No, I was just curious—"

"I almost killed one friend, and you're saying it should've been two?"

You fervently tried to reassure him, alarmed at how fast this conversation had taken a nosedive, "No, Yuta, I don't—"

"None of you get how— how fucking awful it was, to watch myself nearly kill one of my friends and not be able to control what I was doing at all. So no, Y/N, I don't know why it wasn't working on you, but I'm fucking glad it didn't. I don't need you terrified of me too." The siren's eyes were watery and red, and the sea around the chairs was churning angrily, growing in strength as his words got sharper and sharper.

"Yuta." Taeyong was suddenly a couple steps behind your chairs, and steadily waded through the turbulent surf.

As soon as the unicorn was in close proximity to the two of you, a calmness washed over you. Yuta's jaw unclenched, and he bit down on his bottom lip instead.

Taeyong gently put a hand on Yuta's shoulder, and you saw the unicorn's face contort almost painfully. He looked down at you, "Y/N, will you go get Doie and Johnny? They all need to talk, don't you think?"

"Oh, uhm, yeah," you nodded quickly, jumping to your feet.

Turning back to the beach, you saw that most of the others were there, pretending not to be paying attention to the three of you. You didn't want to know how much they had heard. Johnny was the easiest to find, he was tossing a football with Jaehyun and Mark by the firepit.

You pointed at him as you walked by, "Stay."

"I'm not a werewolf, but yes ma'am," he saluted you.

Trudging up the boardwalk, you knew exactly where Doyoung would be hiding out, the same place he had been hiding out during anything that involved Yuta and Johnny and the water. His bedroom.