When a boy in his twenties deem fit for the offering to the once thought mythological creature for a misconduct he didn't commit. How's he supposed to run away from that....Or Them!?
where a small town by ocean is haunted by alluring melody, no one...
Every tread dimples the clammy sand beneath him, occasionally smudged by echos of waves crashing-folding amongst themselves. The fervor atmosphere hanging amongst the ocean and land is quite stifiling in the thick of night but Jungkook finds the serenity pleasant enough to not be bothered by faithful humidity
Pulling shirt off his head he settles over the earthly heated cushion, waves softly enfold his ankles with their kisses before shying away only to return back with eagerness akin that of a goofy child. A content sigh parts his lips as the bioluminescence fences his perfect view illuminated with every crash of foamy waves or what his baby sister calls 'blue angle glitter'
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Upon horizon, large mass of clouds rest heavily in peace of sky making him raise a brow before a loud outlying splash halts his thoughts abruptly. Peering his eyes inside the dead of night he leans toward the source of persistent splashing, eventually standing and pacing toward its cause
He barely made it more than few calm meters before leaping into a full sprint, straining his legs—tearing the once peaceful waves by his clumsy urgent steps leaving behind outstretched rumble of ruckus in his wake, soaking himself up his knees that he couldn't care less at this moment
"Miki!" he yells wild before grabbing her by waist, hosting her up in front of him who stills under his hold, eyes big and startled. Her pretty blond hair now a tangled drenched mess of sand and sea weed, dress soaked, coughing meekly with her legs pendent in air defeated after few startled kicks.
He stares dumbfound with constricted panic still precipitating on his face like water blobs layering them entirely, wordlessly he carries her back toward land making the little girl pule over the silent treatment and extra protective hold in his arms
As soon as her soaked shoes make contact with sand, she leaps for him, clutching his clammy sweatpants with her best apologetic face staring up at him with her wobbling pout
He immediately squats wiping her tears of fear for making him upset, he force his body to relax "What were you doing in water baby, you could have drowned" he whispers in a shaky exhale
His heart still turbulent in fresh dread. The scene of Miki ducking her head underwater two seconds before he ripped her away makes him shudder, if he didn't bother check she could have drowned or drifted off
Miki didn't look at him. Her teary amber eyes staring down at ground fidgeting with her ruined dress. He carefully removes the blond strands away from her face before picking his dry shirt to clean her face with a soft assuring smile meaning he's not mad anymore, even though he most certainly is.
She whimpers when he hosts her up again in his arms, immediately hiding her small stubborn head in crook of his neck, wrapping his shirt around her they make their way back home to change into crisp fresh cloths
"why did you follow me?" her rigid fist softening when he presses a chaste kiss on her knuckles, again on flat of her palm. She can hear at this close proximity though barely and seems like she got his words
