‣ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐍 has hated each other since forever. not a day goes by where they're not constantly bickering but that was until off, one day, has a really dirty dream of him and gun. now the fellow can't even seem to face him without...
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gun couldn't help but let out a soft, tired groan as he dropped himself onto the barstool, shoulders sagging as he sank into the seat. the music from the beach party thumped in the background, deep bass vibrating faintly through the wooden bar floor, but gun had finally found a sliver of peace—away from the heat of the crowd, the noise, and the constant pull of social energy.
"a lime margarita, please," he ordered, voice low but clear.
the bartender, a tall guy with sun-bleached hair and a laid-back aura, offered him a polite nod. "coming right up."
it was currently the group's last night at the resort which meant it was the grand finale for spring break. pp practically dragged everyone out to the beach for the farewell party. gun hadn't protest in any way as he loved a good party but sometimes they can still get tiring.
he needed a break. just five minutes of quiet. of space. hence his reason for being at the bar.
a few moments later, the bartender returned and slid the drink across the bar, setting a napkin beneath it. "here's your drink."
"thanks," gun muttered, fingers curling around the cold glass as he brought the straw to his lips. the first sip hit him with just the right mix of tang and chill—sharp enough to wake him up a little, soft enough to ease the tension from his shoulders.
with a small exhale, gun swiveled around on the stool, drink still in hand, and let his eyes scan the beach in front of him.
the sand stretched wide beneath fairy lights strung between makeshift poles. the resort staff had gone all out: tiki torches flickered near the water, a bonfire glowed off to the side, and a dance floor had been carved out right in the middle of the beach. the whole scene looked like something out of a music video.
gun's gaze landed first on billkin and earth. the two of them were seated at one of the tables, in conversation. earth leaned forward with a small smile, while billkin nodded along, clearly interested—but every now and then, both of them would glance toward the dance floor.
curious, gun followed their line of gun was brought to the sight of his brother and best friend. they were dancing with each other.
pp had one hand raised in the air, drink in the other, swaying to the music with a carefree grin stretched across his face. beside him, mix was laughing, eyes crinkled at the corners, clearly enjoying himself as he mimicked pp's dance moves.
gun realized that tay and off were no longer sitting with billkin and earth. 'did they go somewhere?' he couldn't help but question.
his eyes scanned the beach again, reflexively searching for the rest of the group.
he couldn't find tay but he did find off.
off stood near the far edge of the party, closer to the shoreline where the waves lapped quietly against the sand. he was talking to someone—a girl, gun quickly noticed. tall, tan, with her hair twisted up in a loose bun. the same girl from the night before.
