a/n: prompted by hoseok-wants-the-v TuT i hope it’s okay. i’m not sure if this is what you were looking for, but here you go.

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jimin’s brain is still trying to process what exactly just happened as he gapes up at yoongi clutching his stomach, laughing and wheezing as if jimin had just shouted the world’s funniest joke.

which he hadn’t.

jimin knows he’s funny and all, but this is just ridiculous.

“oh my god, your face. i’m so sorry,” yoongi chokes, bent doubled over with his hands propped on his knees as jimin remains frozen to the spot.

jimin winces as the low tide repeatedly washes over his jeans, the denim soaking up the salt water as he finally tries to haul himself to his feet.

the weight of the waterlogged jeans pulls him back down flat on his butt, and yoongi laughs even harder.

“hyung, it’s not funny,” jimin huffs, cringing as little bits of sand manage to trickle into his pants, leaving behind an unpleasant, gritty feeling.

jimin allows yoongi to laugh it out, watching in mild irritation as the elder’s cackle slowly peters to a halt.

some romantic date this turned out to be.

“i’m sorry,” yoongi finally clears his throat, wiping away a bit of moisture from the corner of his eye. “here, let me help.”

yoongi waits for the opportune moment as the waves pull back, stepping cautiously around the larger puddles toward jimin with his hand held out.

“grab my hand.”

jimin glares at the outstretched hand for a brief moment before accepting it, curling his fingers around yoongi’s and getting a firm grip.

and before yoongi can even attempt to straighten jimin out and place him back on his feet, jimin clasps both hands around yoongi’s arm and heaves with all his might.

“wha-?!”

now it’s jimins turn to laugh as yoongi splutters in shock, landing in a heap of limbs beside jimin just as another wave crests and comes crashing onto the share.

“park jimin!” yoongi rubs away the salt pricking his eyes, turning to shoot jimin a disgruntled look before the younger reacts first and tackles him, pinning the elder to the sandy floor with a goofy grin splashed across his face.

“not so fun when it’s happening to you is it?” jimin smiles, towering over the startled yoongi and trapping both his wrists beside his head.

“you’re a rude little brat, you know that?” yoongi quirks a brow as jimin lowers himself and places a kiss on yoongi’s lips.

it’s a soft, sweet kiss that turns more insistent and needy with every crashing tide, the warm summer waves sweeping over their entwined limbs, the soft moonlight casting a pale glow about the shimmering waters.

the briny taste of the ocean permeates their tangled tongues, the tangy smell of the sea clouding all about them.

and they’re so lost into each other, both completely fail to notice the presence of their group members until seokjin is coughing awkwardly in the back of his throat, taehyung and jeongguk scuffling a few feet in the distance as taehyung tries to cover the maknae’s eyes.

“hyung get off!”

“what,” yoongi grunts, frowning in disapproval as jimin pulls away, a steady blush burning behind his cheeks.

“you planning on staying there all night?” namjoon grins, throwing an arm over seokjin’s shoulder.

“well, that was the idea,” yoongi sighs when jimin sits up, the younger still straddling his waist as jimin covers his face with his hands to hide his mortification.

“we gotta check in to the hotel soon,” hoseok notifies, both hands on his hips. “thought we should let you know.”

“duly noted,” yoongi replies, body slackening in defeat and going spread eagle as jimin tumbles off and rolls away. “i guess we’re coming now too.”

“okay cool,” namjoon nods, steering a still somewhat disconcerted seokjin back away from the shore, hoseok following not far behind.

“yoongi should know better. jimin is still my baby,” they hear seokjin’s muted voice carry over the sound of the crashing waves. and jimin groans with his face pressed into the sand.

yoongi rolls along the sand until his body hit’s jimin’s side, wrapping his arms and legs around the motionless body.

“we’ll stay here a bit longer?” yoongi asks, and jimin hums into the ground.

yoongi smiles into the fabric of jimin’s shirt.

“taehyungie hyung! you’re heavy! get off!”