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warning; idiots in mysterious body of water, friends to ???, perv y/n jk unless,,, maybe a lil awk, boob woman y/n 🤝 boob man changbin, seriously there is a LOT about boobs in this one, idiots saying silly stuff while having sex, protected piv sex finally, riding, quick oral (f rec), aftercare :))

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submerging into water gets a person's adrenaline going without fail, the foreign feeling of altered rules of gravity and the coolness sensation against your skin.

your adrenaline levels have been obnoxiously rising for hours. that's what laughter does. changbin hollers when his head pops out of the water and you giggle uncontrollably.

"what if there's leeches?" you say like it'll make a difference; you're already in this huge body of water with your best friend and there's no turning back. you wonder if leeches all over your body could kill you... you guess you'll just have to find out.

changbin thinks about it for a fleeting moment. in response, he flexes his bicep and says, "like they could take me down."

"dude, the leeches don't care how beefy you are!" you reply.

"leeches are kind of like girls, you know." your eye twitches for dramatic effect as you glare at him. "wait, not like that. i mean they're alike in the sense that they both love sucking on their person of choice."

the scowl on your face tells him all he needs to know and he bolts further into the lake with you doggy paddling after him.

upon coming to the conclusion that the lake is clear of leeches, you and your best friend drift along the subtle waves and enjoy the contrast between the water and humid air. you have a feeling this will become a key memory that you'll savor for a lifetime. even if changbin screams a few times after feeling something brush against his legs...

changbin is the first to hoist himself back onto the dirty ledge and he helps you lift yourself out as well. he exclaims, "whew!"

"i'm cold!" you express and start the journey up the path that leads to the car. he follows and you jump into your respective sides of the car. the way changbin starts the car with great vigor reminds you of someone being chased to their car in a zombie movie.

changbin shivers as he makes a left turn out of the area and you can't help but snicker at him as if you yourself aren't experiencing the same thing. "your poor seats, they're soaked now."

somehow he obviously hadn't realized that before and makes a noise akin to a heavy sigh. "this is what we get for forgetting to bring towels."

"who's 'we?'" you say sassily. "you told me over text that you were 'in the process of packing them.'"

he hesitates before responding with, "this is what i get for forgetting to bring towels."

you slouch back into the seat, satisfied with yourself.

you aren't sure if you're asking yourself or changbin when you say, "why did we dive in with our clothes still on?" you swiftly run your hands up and down your arms.

"spontaneity." he unlocks the door to his apartment and all but rushes inside, closing the door behind you.

freezing air kisses your skin and you gasp. "this isn't any better."

"hot flashes will force you to do crazy things like setting your air conditioning to 65 in the middle of summer," changbin explains.

what he does next makes you do a double take: he peels off his shirt like it's no big deal, like he forgets that you're not even five feet away from him. he looks down and checks his body for what you assume to be leeches, which he finds none of. then, he ruffles his hair with the hand that isn't holding his drenched shirt—the last thing he does before looking back up at you.