Your favorite stretch of beach is a short walk past Hongbin and Hyuk’s glitzy resort. It’s too rocky and the surf too violent for it to be developed, but it’s always deserted and it has the best view of the sunrise in the entire town.
When you and Hyuk arrive, rose gold tendrils of light are barely peeking through the cerulean horizon. But Jungkook’s already there, watching the LCD screen of a professional DSLR on a tripod.
He raises both eyebrows in greeting. Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out: “What are you doing here?”
“Same as you.” He inclines his head towards the camera hanging from your neck.
“I invited him,” Hyuk says, chuckling when you narrow your eyes at him. “Jungkook said he’s into photography, and I remembered how you’re always taking pictures of this place. I thought he might be interested.”
“And I am,” Jungkook pipes up, beaming at you with his bunny-toothed smile. “It’s an interesting location. I can see why you’re always here, Y/N.”
You feel your neck grow warm. Why is he agreeing with me? It makes me uncomfortable! “There are never any boats on the surface because of the waves, no swimmers either, it’s quiet except for the sounds of the birds and the water so you can concentrate on the shot, and on some days, the sunrise is more orange than pink, kinda like a sunset but in the morning, and look–today is one of those days.” It’s as if your mouth has gone into autopilot in an attempt to fill any uneasy silences before they occur, and you only stop when you’re out of breath.
He doesn’t seem to notice the awkwardness of your blabbering and only nods in more agreement. To cover your embarrassment, you raise camera and snap a photo before winding the film and making adjustments by gut feel.
“A film camera?” he walks up to you to peer closer. “That’s unusual.”
“I prefer it,” you say defensively. “I like having limited chances to capture the shot.”
“Why?” he questions.
“Doesn’t something become more precious to you when it’s not guaranteed that you’ll get it?”
“Having many chances doesn’t mean it’s guaranteed,” he points out. “It will still be precious to you if you tried many times and never gave up.”
You open your mouth, silent, unable to think of a comeback but Hyuk interrupts the exchange. “Kids, this isn’t philosophy class.” He sits on the sand and leans back. “But honestly, this photography class is also a bit tiresome. I don’t know how you can keep taking pictures of the same sunrise, Y/N.”
“It’s never the same sunrise, though.” you and Jungkook say at the same time. You exchange glances; Jungkook grins and you glance away.
“Ah, to be young and sentimental.” Hyuk clucks his tongue.
You roll your eyes, but a giggle escapes your lips. “Oppa! Don’t pretend to be such an adult.”
Jungkook examines his camera’s screen again. He appears to be going for a long exposure shot. “This will take a while.” He reaches into a bag by the feet of his tripod and pulls out a couple of cylindrical items. He tosses one at you, and you catch it in a single hand. Hyuk fumbles with the one Jungkook lobs at him and has to use both hands.
“My hyung, Jin, made them,” Jungkook says. “You should try it. Saren-noona likes them.”
You realize it’s an unsliced kimbap in plastic wrap. Hyuk’s already halfway through his and coughs. Jungkook tosses juice boxes at you both. You can’t help but snort at his juvenile choice of drinks. He notices your amusement and scrunches his nose. You end up snorting again, at his inadvertently cute gesture, this time.
The three of you clean out Jungkook’s kimbap stash by the time the sun has risen just above the horizon. He finishes his shot and checks it on his tablet, nodding in satisfaction. He waves it at you. “Wanna see?”
You prepare yourself as you reach for the tablet; it might be yet another thing he’s good at. But the image still blows you away–the colors are vibrant and distinct instead of blurring into each other and the zooming effect subtle but still making you feel like the sky’s creeping towards you. A ‘wow’ slips out from you in a gasp, so you have to grudgingly tell him: “It’s good.”
“Thanks,” he says without a hint of ego, bunny smile reappearing. You step back, feeling off balance again, but luckily for you, Hongbin appears just in time to divert the guys’ attention.
“Hyogi, Hyogi, Hyogi!” Hongbin cries, inexplicably shirtless despite the fact that he’s carrying several shirts, still in their hangers. You gape at his well-defined chest and abs.
“What, hyung?” Hyuk glances sideways at you, snickering. “Be careful, I think you made Y/N freeze and now we have to reboot her.”
You shrug. “Can I help it if I have eyes?”
Hongbin giggles, blushing. “Sorry. But I really needed Hyogi’s help.” He holds up the shirts for his brother to see. “I’m going to the city with noona. Which one do you think she’ll like?”
“Noona seems to like you in pink…” Hyuk looks at you for confirmation.
You give him a thumbs-up. “You didn’t hear it from me, but yes.”
“That.” Hyuk takes all the shirts except for a short-sleeved button-down the color of cherry blossoms.
Hongbin puts it on and smooths down imaginary wrinkles. “How do I look?”
“Like you’re ready for a date with noona.” Hyuk makes loud kissing noises. You bite your lip to stifle your cackles. Jungkook frowns at all of you, confused.
“It’s not a date,” Hongbin sighs. “I wish it was, but it’s not, not as long as noona doesn’t want to… do you think she’ll ever want to?”
“You can always go shirtless, then maybe she’ll want to,” Hyuk teases.
“Yah!” Hongbin protests. “She’s going to take me for a pervert if I do that. I’m going now, wish me luck.” He waves at all three of you.
“Good luck on your date with noona!” Hyuk calls after him.
Jungkook gawks at Hongbin’s retreating back. “I’m sorry, but–which noona are we talking about?”
“My unnie, of course.” You wink as his jaw drops. “Your noona.”
1. I can’t shut up about you. If someone stopped me in the street and asked what I was thinking about, your name would spill out more easily than any of my anxieties.
2. I swear to God, every time I listen to a good song you’re the first person I want to tell. Every song has you in it. Every song is about you now.
3. Let’s mix each other’s laundry. If I find your shirt and you get my sweater, we can take each other out of our own clothes.
4. When you call me babe, and your voice is still a little sleepy, I swear to fucking god my heart feels it. I feel it behind my eyes, and sometimes even in my fingertips. The love spreads, you know?
5. Let’s stay up till 3 am and make ourselves pasta we can eat out of the bowl while we sit on the kitchen counter and talk for hours. We can take pictures of the sunrise through the window while we laugh our six a.m. laugh, because it’s early and we’re a little dizzy with love.