𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅 𝐍 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐅

TWO.

▃ 1962, July 15th, 3:32 PM

Taehyung was sitting at the counter inside of the auto shop he worked at, sighing as he rested his chin in his palm. Business was slow that day, and he knew exactly why.

It was the annual surf competition.

Everyone in town would show up to this event, businesses would close for the day and the streets would be vacant.

He sighed, glancing at the time. The finals were about to start, and suddenly Taehyung remembered a certain someone he met a couple days ago.

"I never got his name." He muttered to himself, feeling a nice breeze blow onto his face from the small fan sitting on the counter beside him.

It was a hot day, perfect to be at the beach and in the water. Taehyung stood up, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat off his forehead.

His hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, wearing his signature red bandana. He wore some old and stained ripped jeans and a white muscle tee, his usual work attire so he wouldn't get any of his nicer clothes dirty from constantly fixing cars and motorcycles.

He went inside to the small locker room they had, changing out of his work clothes into something cooler and nicer.

He changed into some tight blue jeans and a pale green collared shirt, the sleeves were cuffed up by his biceps. He buttoned it up about halfway, revealing his collarbones and the top half of his chest and tucking it into his jeans.

He put on some black sunglasses, locking up the shop and going out to find his beautiful red Triumph Bonneville standing tall and proud.

"Ready for another ride today, baby?" He asked, hopping on and kicking up the kickstand. He put on his helmet and quickly start his motorcycle, smirking as he heard the loud roar of her engine.

"That's my girl." He chuckled, revving the engine a bit before taking off down the street toward the beach.

The wind blew at his face, cooling him down tremendously. The sky was bright blue with puffy clouds scattered here and there, loud beach music and applause could be heard from a mile away since everyone was at the beach.

When he arrived, he parked in the closest spot he could find and walked down to the beach, purchasing some lemonade as a refreshment. He stood by the lifeguard tower, looking around.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, was at the beach. Even the bikers.

Taehyung looked out at the water, observing the many surfers who were either paddling, wiping out, or successfully riding the waves.

He sighed, knowing the finals were starting any minute so he didn't really pay attention to the current round.

He pulled out a cigarette, cupping his hand over it as he lit the end of the stick. He put his lighter away and breathed in, sighing in content.

It was pretty windy, so he was glad he had his hair up to keep it out of his face.

A few women, young and old, gave him suggestive and flirty looks when they noticed him. He smirked at them as an acknowledgement, unmoving from his spot against the lifeguard post.

He had a strict attraction to men, unfortunately.

Unfortunate for the women at least.

It was fun to mess around and make them all flustered, though. Taehyung was just that cocky about himself, he found pride in knowing he was attractive to others.

The beach was packed full with people, some in swimsuits, laying on towels and under umbrellas and others with clothes on, just watching the surfers and others being actual surfers, standing with their boards beside them.