<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Jin:</b> Where do you think he could be?<<p/><b><p/><b>Taehyung:</b> </b> Hang on I got this.<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> HOSOEK IS A UGLY UNTALENTED FLOP<p/><b></b> *loud crashes can be heard in the distance*<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> Some biTCH IS GONNA DIE TODAY<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Found him.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
You eyes flutter open, blinking several times as they focus on the clouds above your head. Their contents now empty, leaving behind light grey traces of mother nature’s fury. Sand was under your fingertips, but you didn’t know how it had gotten there. And although the storm was strong, the current wasn’t enough to drag you from the docks all the way to the beach. Especially not when your foot was caught in a fisherman’s net.
The cool post-storm air stings your lungs as your body tries to push out the rest of the salt from your system. Soreness setting into your bones as you slowly push yourself up off the beach. You look around, searching for possible clues as to how you got here. But there is not a human in sight. No one but you was stupid enough to be around the docks during one of those storms.
A long groan escapes your lips when you realize your phone is still in your pocket. You pull out the soaked device. There was no way a bag of rice was going to fix it. Jimin had probably already called the coast guard to send a search and rescue team to find his idiot lab partner. You knew that once he laid eyes on you, after making sure your limbs were still attached, he was going to chew your ass out for making him have a heart attack. He would be clutching at his chest, sending you on a very long guilt trip for the rest of your time together.
Out of corner of your eye you see it. A flash of red against the grey storm. Your wet hands paw at your shirt, trying to clean off as much wet sand as you can before you rub your eyes. You had to be seeing things. Slowly, you stand up from where you had washed a shore. The soreness of your legs making the short trek to the water seem like it was a thousand miles away.
It’s not until you’re waist deep in the water that he even brings his eyes up to meet yours. His fast is much different, older, but still very much the same. The two of you stare at each other in silence and you’re not sure if he recognizes you. After all, it had been almost 15 years since the first and last time you saw each other.
You reach your arm out tentatively unsure if you had in fact swallowed too much sea water. Or maybe you had actually drowned and were now stuck in a dream. But your hands hit skin as your palms cupped his face.