What Do You Think All Writers Have In Common?

What do you think all writers have in common?

an overwhelming and insatiable longing for something more than this

he is hot

Bikini Weather

pairing; jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, established relationship

rating; PG-13

warnings; lots and lots of kisses, jealousy in the form of insecurity, reader is body positive yet her own worst critic, koo only has eyes for reader and loves to remind her

w/c; 2,520

a/n; ask and you shall receive. here is the opposite of ‘sweater weather’, bikini weather! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keeps this writer motivated. feel free to send in your own request for future writings! this is a repost from my old account.

this is part two, read part one here.

Your sunglasses that were once perched on your head, now sat on the bridge of your nose in order to block out the blazing rays of the sun on this record breaking, hot day of 102°. The sand underneath your toes felt soft, yet crunchy at the same time. A cool, light breeze had your hair blowing sideways that you decided to keep down for the moment, scrunchie ready and on hand around your wrist. The water was calm enough to be safe for those that just wanted to play in the water, but still garnished big enough waves for surfers to ride comfortably behind the scattered swimmers. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, which meant you were going to need help lathering sunscreen on your skin by your ever helpful and willing boyfriend — Jungkook.

Ironically, when you first met Jungkook two years ago, it was raining. The complete opposite of how the weather is today.

Your outfit was soaked through, your feet hurt, and you cursed the weatherman that lied to you that very same morning when it randomly started to downpour on your unsuspecting, very unprepared, head. Apparently, Jungkook had more of an affinity with weather than you did, and could tell by the clouds alone that there was a slight chance of rain, making the wise choice of wearing casual, but warm clothes, just incase.

He quite literally saved your ‘cute ass’, his words not yours, from dying of hypothermia that day by giving you his oversized hoodie to wear while you waited with him under the bus stop awning for the rain to let up. Spoiler alert, it never did. And right as he was about to offer you a ride when his showed up before yours, the bus came. So, due to his quick thinking, he wrote down his name and number on your arm with a note that offered you to call him if interested in going out on a date. If you weren’t a ghost, that is. You never failed to tease him for that, and always attempted to jump scare him whenever possible. It was a running joke between you two at this point.

Deciding to call him the next day and schedule a date, the rest, as they say, was history.

*******

Jungkook was strides ahead of you, Go-Pro in hand, as he walked through the various beach goers to get a closer view of the vast ocean that lay in front of him. He told you prior to coming, that he didn’t want to miss a single thing on this little getaway trip with you, seeing as lately it’s been very few and far between for you two to have a moment to yourselves. You personally didn’t mind the idea, and in fact, you encouraged it.

Hiking up the bag of supplies and goodies alike that weighed you down with its thick shoulder strap that was secured on your shoulder, your feet sinking deeper than usual into the sand from its added weight, you slowly trailed behind the eager, doe eyed, male with a huff.

“A little help would be nice!” You hollered at his matching Hawaiian flower themed short sleeve shirt and swim trunk wearing figure.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Walking briskly toward your heaving figure, he immediately took over in securing the weighted bag onto his own shoulder, and it made you only semi angry when you saw how he held it with so much ease.

Stupid big, sexy, muscles.

“Geez, baby. What did you pack in this thing?” He jested at you playfully, reaching out to grab your hand with his unoccupied one to guide you to a spot he deemed as perfect for your beach day.

“The essentials, you know? Blanket, towels, food, drinks, sun block for your pale skin—,” his scoff next to you is what cut you off, as you snicker in amusement at his reaction.

“Says the one who looked like a literal ghost when I first saw her from how pale she is.” He retorted playfully, knocking his elbow into your side.

You rolled your eyes at the constant reminder of your first meeting that never fails to come up in discussion one way or another. As he came to a stop, he let the heavy bag drop surreptitiously onto the hot sand and let go of your hand to dig through and find the large beach blanket you packed. Holding it up in victory with a cheesy, bunny toothed smile, you grab one end of the blanket without needing being told to help him lay it out evenly.

Once the blanket is down, do you both plop your butts on top with a content sigh as you stare out into the vast open ocean in front of you, allowing the natural sounds around you from the ocean and people alike to lull you into a meditative state. One that’s broken by the volleyball that rolled in between you from a game being played not too far away from your spot of choice.

A tall, perfectly curved, barely there bikini wearing, long haired, bright smiled woman that looks about the same age as you two, bounds up next to the blanket on the side where Jungkook currently sits. She’s close, so close in fact, that you’re able to make out the butterfly tattoo designed in intricate detail that lays directly in between her rather large sized breasts. The tip of the wings that only slightly curve against them, look as if they’re moving from the way they bounce when she jogs over.

With a sickeningly sweet voice she asks for it back, and even has the nerve to bend over with her hands on her knees to jut her boobs out in your boyfriend’s equally as flustered and surprised face. He glances at you out of his peripheral and you see the way his Adam’s apple bobs from nervousness. Your eyes narrow into slits as you dare him to look anywhere but the beach goer female’s face.

He’s smart. He knows better. So, instead of greeting the female, he angles his body in your direction more.

“Baby? You wanna grab the volleyball for—,”

“Hey! No worries, man. I’ll grab it–,”

What looks to be the male version of the female struts over in a Speedo and unabashedly makes his way to the front of your beach blanket to bend over and pick up the volleyball himself. As he’s straightening himself up, Jungkook notices how his eyes rake over your own oblivious bikini clad figure as he flashes you a pearly white smile.

“You two should join us. We could use a few more players.”

You and Jungkook spare a side long glance at each other, and you both answer them at the same time.

“No, thank you.”

“Nah, we’re good.”

The unexpected duo just shrug your responses off with indifference and make their way back to the previously paused game and continue as if they weren’t just trying to bait you with ulterior motives and admittedly, very fit bodies. The female’s specifically made you glance at your not fit figure with a purse of your lips.

Jungkook saw you staring at your stomach and assumed you were hungry.

“Want to eat some lunch? I made sure to make your favorite sandwiches! With extra pickles this time.” His wide smile slowly melted off his face when you didn’t react to his previous words. That was a red flag in his book, knowing you absolutely loved extra pickles on almost all your food.

You were lost in a self criticizing world of your own, eyes finding various spots and sections on your body that you deemed to be flaws in this cruel world that wanted to do nothing but depict the concept of what perfection should look like.

His words sounded like as if you were underwater, yet you were no where near it. It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your lower back that it woke you from your reverie. Along with his hand was a cooling sensation that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

You blinked a few times, head turning in an attempt to see what exactly your boyfriend was doing. His hands glided all around your back and made their way towards your tensed up shoulders that he gently massaged as he lathered the white, creamy, decently smelling, sunblock on you. Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Koo? I thought we were going to eat?”

“If we swim first, we’ll work up a better appetite and not cramp up while in the water.”

“Oh, okay.”

He squirted more sunblock into his hands and rubbed them together before placing them on your arms as he kneeled in between your legs on the blanket, his body effectively blocking the sun for a moment as his figure loomed over yours. Angling his body in a way to block not only the sun, but also potential prying eyes, he changed course from your shoulders and down to your chest, making quick work of the skin that was visible. Hunching over, he then moved on to your sides and stomach, the current area of choice for his sunblock assault made you reflexively suck in your stomach as much as you could to feel more attractive.

His eyes flickered to yours at this, though you were pointedly looking over his shoulder at the ocean water when he did so. Maneuvering his body further down the blanket, he didn’t say a word about it, choosing to finish the task of your legs and feet before bringing up the topic. He grunted out a sound of concentration as he made sure to lather every nook and cranny, taking pride that whenever he was the one to do the deed for you, it never failed to result in you not being sunburnt.

“You’re beautiful, you know.”

Your eyes snap to his waiting ones, him still kneeling between your legs as he rubs the excess sunblock on his own visible skin. Helping him like he helped you, you squirted some sunblock on your hands and began lathering what skin you could reach from your position. Within no time, you both were ready for the water.

His hands grab yours once he’s up on his feet to pull you up with him. The ocean kisses the sand of the beach not too far ahead from you, and he leads you towards it, letting go of your hand once you can feel the water rush over your bare feet on the now cool sand to get the Go Pro ready yet again.

While he’s fiddling with the settings, he throws another unexpected compliment your way.

“I love that color on you, it makes your eyes pop in the best way.”

You tug the sunglasses that were perched on your nose down as you look at him over the frames. He’s still not looking at you, and your lip twitches as you fight the smile that wants to form. Of course he would notice that you were in one of your icky moods, and this was his usual way of plucking you out of it without directly confronting you about it. He knows you don’t do well with confrontation.

“Alright. This looks good.”

He nods his head in response to his statement and maneuvers the camera lens in your direction. You hear the shutter as he clicks picture after picture of your shy face that gradually gets less covered from Jungkook fighting you on pushing your hands away from hiding your face. In the last shot, you finally reward him with a wide smile from how much the whole scenario has made you laugh.

He gives a fist pump upon reviewing the pictures and plants a sloppy, wet, kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got a face for a smile, you know?”

You shove your flushed face into his chest as you mumble a half hearted ‘shut up’ into it. His chest rumbles underneath your embarrassed face as he plants kiss after kiss on top of your head, eyes closing as he inhales the notes of lavender and vanilla that permeates from your hair, and he sighs in content cause it’s just so you.

With the Go Pro securely attached to his wrist, he gives your ass a light tap to get your attention – it works. Looking up at him from your position on his chest, his eyes are holding the ever slightest hint of mischief in them. When you tense up, he knows you’re getting suspicious and decides to execute his hidden plan of action.

Swiftly, and effortlessly, he bends down to secure one of his arms along the back of your knees and one behind your back, shifting you so you’re being carried bridal style. Not giving you a chance to react, he’s sprinting you both into the small, crashing waves and you’re holding onto your sunglasses and his neck for dear life as you’re shrieking in both delight and fear. He gives a loud ‘whoop’ as he careens you both until you’re fully immersed underneath the clear, blue water – and, even then – he refuses to let go of you.

Both of your eyes open under the water, your sunglasses now off and clutched in your hand, and you give each other closed mouth smiles as various bubbles rise up to the surface from your noses, a sign to other beach goers and lifeguards alike that you haven’t, in fact, drowned. For a moment, you hear nothing, and it’s just you and Jungkook. The seconds feel like hours as you both savor the blissful descent. Out of nowhere, he surges forward to give you a kiss under water, and you’re chuckling into it as he tickles your sides, the Go Pro light blinking as it captures the core memory of you two for years to come.

Your heads burst out of the water as you suck in a much needed breath of fresh, crisp, air. Your arm is still secured around his neck, and due to his blessed height, your body is half in and half out of the water that twinkles beneath the sun’s reflective rays.

“Jeon Jungkook, you’re lucky I love you.”

You lightly smack his chest in reproach, not mad in the least bit – or, sad, you come to realize with a feeling of sheer warmth emanating within your chest despite the coldness of the water around you.

“I am lucky you love me, you’re right.” His gaze is serious, voice resolute, and for once you don’t shy away from his loving words – you embrace them, let them encompass you in light and love that you know you deserve.

“Scratch that, I’m in love with you, you big cheese ball.”

He nuzzles his nose with yours and gives you his signature bunny toothed smile.

“Who would’ve thought that a little rain could bring so much joy?”

You hum in agreement.

“You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.”

He snorts in amusement.

“Now who is the cheesy one?”

“I learn from the best.”

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Dear me and everyone who needs to hear this today but

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Cliche and corny as fuck but no one can do it like you babes. No on can write like you, no one can love like you, no one can live like you, so fuck it. Might as well carve out your little niche and enjoy your fucking spot on this hellsite.

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