"I'll let you settle in, feel free to make yourself at home," Yoongi dropped you off at your room on the west wing of his beach house. You thanked him and then he was gone, presumably to settle in himself.
Unsurprisingly, Yoongi's beach home was a marvel to reside in. With a more natural decor style that incorporated lots of wood, stone and greenery. As you ambled around the room, you found a basket of items addressed to you on the bed.
Some sun screen, Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses, a book, some hair ties and a comb along side a small tote bag. You smiled to yourself, moving over to the built-in wardrobe, you opened the doors to find shelves and racks full of clothes.
The labels you looked at were all your size, you knew Yoongi had to have been involved in orchestrating this because even the colors and styles were your type. With an excited grin, you began searching for a bikini to wear.
It was hot outside and in, and you were dying to get a look at the stunning sea view up close. You just had to go out the back and you'd be on beautiful white sand.
It had been years since you'd enjoyed a trip to the beach so you weren't trying to waste time. You pulled out the first bikini you touched, a simple black bra and thonged bottoms with gold rings connecting across your chest, and on each hip.
You threw on a sarong, knowing it was going to be the first thing to go anyway before you slipped into a pair of black and gold sandals. Now you could pack your tote, put your new sunglasses on and venture outside.
You weren't sure where Yoongi was, but you were sure he'd show up eventually. You didn't want to disturb him if he was busy, so you went out to the back yard alone.
From the patio, you found a gorgeous yard extending towards the beachfront. Made mostly out of dark slate grey stone, and pine wood with plenty of tropical forestry to seclude you and the back of the house.
Aside from the dining area under the shade of the patio, there was a long pool, in-ground hot tub, and waterfall feature all on the left side; all with plenty of seating around it. Then on the right of the pathway leading straight to shore, there was a large sitting area surrounding a fire pit.
Again, it was no surprise that even the yard of such an extravagant holiday home was a private paradise. Enchanted by your surroundings, you ambled down to the sun loungers beside the pool. Settling in one to begin soaking up the rays while you waited for Yoongi to make an appearance.
And it didn't take long. You'd only turned a few pages of the mystery novel you'd been given when a loud wolf whistle rang out from your right side. Biting your tongue to contain your grin, you looked over your shoulder where Yoongi walked down the stone steps towards you.
You couldn't help that your heart almost instantly put you in a chokehold. He was wearing a pair of black swimming shorts that ended mid-thigh, and nothing else. Which gave you an unobstructed view of the art decorating his skin.
It was so easy to forget he had any when he wore a suit, but now you couldn't ignore it.
"Sex on the beach?" He offered you the colorful cocktail in his hand, and you happily put the book down to accept it while he took a seat on the lounger beside yours.
"Yoongi! Your staff are here," you feigned shock at his offer and he chuckled.
"Isn't that what your into?" He teased, leaning with his elbows on his knees to keep his voice down. Because his staff were just a few feet away, setting up the dining table with some snacks.
"Mm," you hummed as a non-answer, too coy to admit that it was. He didn't need you to admit it either. "I do have to say, it is nice to have you personally deliver something to me," you smiled as you took a long refreshing sip.
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