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Y/N L/N LAY SPRAWLED ON KWON'S CHEST, their bodies tucked into the soft sand as the waves lapped quietly in the background. The night had passed in a blur of hushed laughter, whispered conversations, and a surprising amount of cuddling—though neither of them would dare call it that out loud.
"You know," Kwon murmured, his voice hoarse from the all-night chatter, "I don't think I've ever talked this much in my entire life."
Y/n grinned, her cheek pressed against his chest. "What can I say? I bring out the yapper in you."
"Yapper?" he scoffed, shifting slightly so he could look down at her. "I'll have you know, I'm very selective with my words."
"Sure," she teased, tilting her head up to smirk at him. "Selective enough to spend the whole night rambling about how you think pineapple pizza is an international war-crime."
"It is," he said indignantly. "And don't even bother expressing yourself, because everybody knows there's only one right answer."
The y/h/c-haired girl laughed, the sound soft and melodic against the quiet dawn. "Whatever. But still. I think this is the longest we've gone without fighting."
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't jinx it."
The first rays of sunlight began to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. y/n sighed, her breath warm against his chest. "We should probably get up before someone finds us here."
Kwon groaned, his arm tightening around her waist for a moment. "Five more minutes."
"We've been saying that for an hour," she pointed out, propping herself up on her elbow.
"And it's been a good hour," he quipped, though he reluctantly let her go as she sat up.
The moment she moved, a cascade of sand tumbled from her hair onto his chest.
"Oh, come on!" Kwon exclaimed, sitting up abruptly and brushing at the grains with a scowl. "I just got rid of all the sand from earlier!"
"Not my fault," the girl said innocently, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to shake out the remaining sand.
"Not your fault?" he repeated, glaring at her. "You're like a walking sandstorm."
"And you're a whiner," she shot back, grinning as she stood and brushed off her legs.
