Drown Me In Pleasure | Vkook

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The worst part of working during summer vacation—in Hawaii of all places—is having to deal with the idiots who become incredibly maddening, thanks to the hot sun. On the other hand, it feels terrific to obtain your own cash and be able to use it however you like.

Oh, and maybe it's also quite nice to check out the handsome lads who head for the beach.

Hoseok's father owns most of the beach stores, so he and Jungkook always get jobs during the summer. This year, Hoseok is working in the ice cream shop, while Jungkook became a surf instructor. It's better than the ice cream parlour because he doesn't have to deal with kids trying every flavour. However, Hoseok is in a cold room all day, while Jungkook suffers under the burning heat, wearing a water shirt that is too tight on his body.

It makes him look fit as fuck, but that doesn't stop how uncomfortable it is.

Jungkook currently sits on a beach chair, beside the surf boards, licking on an almost done cherry popsicle. It's already dripping down the stick, making his hands sticky and disgusting.

He watches the kids trying to stand on the boards, those he should probably be helping, but at the moment he's finally comfortable and finds no need to help a bunch of twelve year olds. They'll learn through trial and error.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Hoseok asks as he appears with a chocolate ice cream. "Those kids are going to break the surf boards."

"Nah." Jungkook waves him off, pushing the last bit of popsicle into his mouth. "If they don't ask for help, then they don't need help."

"I think that kid is waving you over."

"No he's not."

Hoseok snickers and bites onto his cone. He pats Jungkook's head twice before mumbling, "You're so going to get fired." Jungkook is left laughing loudly.

Truth is, if he did get fired, it wouldn't be a surprise. He barely takes the job seriously, most of the time simply hands over the surf boards and tells the people to please not die. It's fine, they tend to stay by the shore, anyway.

While Hoseok leaves, Jungkook stands up and heads for the rubbish bin, throwing away the popsicle's stick. He licks on his hands, at the remaining sticky sensation. Hoseok is already at. his station, working again, but even from far away Jungkook can tell he hates it there. The two share a look. Hoseok pokes his tongue out and Jungkook licks on his finger before popping it to the side of his cheek. His friend rolls his eyes and mouths what is most likely to be "disgusting." Just when Jungkook is about to head for the sink to wash his hands, someone clears their throat behind him.

"Excuse me."

The boy groans softly. "Sorry, I'm currently on break." It's a lie, obviously, but there are already seven people asking for a surfing lesson, and the sun is too strong for him to take it seriously. If anything, he deserves this fifth break.

Jungkook picks up his towel and cleans himself on it. Whoever is behind him doesn't seem to care about his answer, because soon enough they're poking him on the shoulder. Jungkook huffs with annoyance and turns around, ready to curse the person away.

"Listen—"

He stops as soon as his eyes fall on gorgeous, chocolate coloured ones. His mouth almost falls open, ready to drool all over his clothes. The boy—no—better yet, the man in front of him is outstanding.

His hair reaches the nape of his neck, carefully brushed back, exposing firm eyebrows and tanned skin on his forehead. His shirt is off, thrown over one of his wide shoulders, collarbone fully exposed, and a perfect torso on display.