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Treasure of the Sea Pt. 2 (Kim Hongjoong)

Summary: You never thought a trip to your aunt's beach house would turn out the way it has.
A/N: Ta-da, the long-awaited, much-requested part 2! I hope it's alright, guys – I literally lost track of how many times I had to re-write it 😅. I'm still not sure about the ending, though ://

Above moodboard is mine; please don't repost.

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You stare, horrified, at the rising water all around you, your teeth chattering in the freezing rain. A dozen curses run through your mind, fear pounding through every inch of you as you shuffle backwards, closer to the cliff walls, in an attempt to escape the rising waters.

Are you going to die, like this? On your precious lucky beach? Were all those games the ocean played with you – was it all some sort of cruel joke, or a test? Seeing if you would take the gifts? And now, after taking them for so long, you've failed the test, and it wants revenge?

"Shut up," you mutter to yourself, shaking your head at your own ridiculous thoughts. It's hard to think straight through the fear, though. "Snap out of it Y/N," you mumble, looking around desperately, holding tight to your towel and book. "Think!"

Eyeing the distance from where you're at to the stairs back to the house, you judge it to be a good twenty feet or so, all flooded by the water. You can't tell how deep it is – the water is dark and frothing, obscuring your view – but it can't be that deep. And it doesn't look like there's much of a current... you might be able to walk through it to reach the stairs. The stairs themselves might be a little wet and slippery, but if you keep low, you should be able to reach the house, soaking wet but safe.

Shivering, you take a few tentative steps forward, slowly putting your foot down in the water. It's cold, freezing almost, and a yelp slips past your lips, but you force yourself to suck it up and put the other foot in after it.

Ice rushes through your veins as the freezing water surges around your ankles, and you're shaking more than a Chihuahua dog, but the ground feels secure enough, so, slowly, agonizingly slowly, you wade through the water, your eyes darting between the sea and the stairs you need to reach.

Your nerves prickle anxiously as you notice the water starting to get deeper around your legs, rising up almost to your knees within just a few steps. Still, you forge ahead, your mind screaming incoherent thoughts in your panic.

Suddenly, a familiar sound rings in your ears, and motion off toward the ocean catches your eye. Dread surges up within you as you whip your head to face it – a wave, growing higher and higher as it approaches, crested with foam like a snow-capped mountain range.

With a cry, you turn and try to make a run for the stairs, but the water around your legs slows you down, tangles you up, and suddenly, you find your feet slipping out from under you, and you plunge towards the water. Your arms shoot out to brace yourself, finally dropping your book and towel and surrendering them to the sea. You lose sight of them almost immediately, vanishing beneath the dark waters.

You cough and splutter as the salt water forces its way into your mouth, shaking in the cold as your soaking clothes cling to your body. You try to scramble up, try to start back toward the stairs, but when you look out at the sea, you know you aren't going to make it – the wave is coming closer, closer, closer.

A sob rings in your ears, and distantly, you register it as yours. But a moment later, you don't register anything but cold – suffocating, freezing cold, as the wave washes over you. Salt water rushes into your mouth and down your throat, sending fire through your mind as it floods up your nose, enveloping you in some sort of nightmarish embrace and sweeping you off your feet and away from the beach.