Heatwave ~ Kim Taehyung

That Night in Mykonos (M)

The gentle washing of the waves sings a lullaby to your ears. You have always loved the sound of the ocean, so serene, yet holding so much power. Wiggling your toes, you watch the minute grains of sand trickle off your feet like a waterfall. Nonchalant, you take a swig of cider, its fruity acidity burning a bittersweet trail down your throat.

'Man, I fucking love Mykonos.' Taehyung slurs beside you, tipsy from his fourth bottle of beer he's clutching like a trophy.

'Thank you again for bringing me here, Taehyung.'

The two of you are sat on a towel by the beach, watching the moon paint its own reflection in the water. Sky crystal clear, as it is every single night here in Greece, the constellations hanging over your heads set a tranquil tone to the last evening of your trip.

'Hey, what did I say? Stop thanking me. Now you have to finish your drink.' Playfully, he flicks the tip of your nose in reprimand.

Grinning, you roll your eyes but follow his stupid rule. Not that you can't hold your liquor, but this is your seventh drink, and you're starting to feel it pulsating up to your head.

'No, but you were right.' Words tumble out of his pretty lips that you can't help but admire. 'It was a good call not to go out tonight. If we actually went hard at VOID, our flight tomorrow would be hell.' He is referring to the club you have been religiously visiting almost every night this week. 'This is much better. Nice and chill.'

With a mighty sigh, he falls onto his back, head hitting the edge of the towel, narrowly missing sand invasion in his hair. Rolling your empty bottle away, you join beside him.

'This has to be the weirdest but also best holiday of my life.' You ruminate. The stars are shining particularly bright tonight, you wonder if they know it's your last night here and want to bid farewell.

The chesty chuckle Taehyung lets out reverberates into you. 'Definitely the weirdest.' He turns his head to face you. 'I can't believe I'm in Mykonos with this random chick I met in the club, who offered to rent me her place, so I guess she's now my roommate, when this whole trip was planned to be a surprise for my girlfriend who had been cheating on me for months.'

Taehyung is especially chatty and vivacious when drunk, you've noticed from the past few days. Normally he's laid back, spaced out even. But give him some booze, and all his emotions and thoughts cartwheel out of him. Though you're only beginning to know him, he's immensely interesting, you can tell he holds so many layers to him that requires inquisition over time.

'Wow, random chick from the club? Bitch, you ripped out my hair.' You laugh and smack at his chest, hand lingering for a little too long.

Wait, chest smack? Why are you using your classic move on him?

You're a flirt, you can't help it. The cider's doing its thing, you guess.

'Man, I'm so sorry about that, you have no idea how awful I felt.' He inches closer to you until his head is rested upon your shoulder. Right, he's also especially touchy when drunk. Anyone who walks past right now could mistaken you as close friends, when in reality, you've known each other no more than a month.

To be completely fair, you have spent everyday of this said month together since that club night, helping him move in and unpack, and now travelling together. You guess you're kind of friends now.

'These past few weeks have been so crazy. I was just trying to have a good night out when a wild Kim Taehyung appeared and somersaulted into my life. And now we're lying by the Mediterrenean sea together, tanned and drunk.' His hair is tickling your neck so you push it away. Your fingers brush against his forehead and he hums at the contact.