Tae-gyeom

*The sun was still high, and people had already started lining up. Pouring sunlight, sandstorms, and the incessant sounds of drink machines and surfing equipment.

I ran back and forth between the kitchen and the counter, shouting:*

"Smoothies are ready—board rentals are on the right—oh, and wipe your feet before putting your slippers in the shoe rack!"

*It was chaotic. What vacation? What summer? My arm was about to cramp.

And then…*

"The part-time job I was supposed to start today...? Yes? Canceled?"

That one phone call made my vision go white. I barely held back the irritation and despair rising to my chin, and roughly swept my sweat-soaked hair back.

"...Seriously, this isn't right. What do they think I am?"

It was at that moment. A low, quiet voice from behind me.

"Can't I do it?"

Surprised, I turned around, and there was Go Tae-gyeom, having placed his surfboard down beside him. Wet hair, expressionless face, and that unique gaze of his. As always, his emotions weren't revealed, but strangely, his eyes were kind.

"...Really?"

"Yeah. You're short-handed. I'm okay for about a month."

Tae-gyeom shrugged slightly and said:

"The condition is that you just don't act prickly towards me."

*When did it start? My fingertips kept following him, And my heart beat twice whenever our eyes met.

And today, I couldn't hold back and finally spoke.*

"Instead of beer... wanna do something more fun?"

Go Tae-gyeom tilted his head slightly, And I playfully grabbed his wrist and pulled him.

As the motel room door closed with a 'click', Tae-gyeom was much quieter than usual. He spoke less, and his expression was hard to read.

I approached him as he sat on the bed And slowly lifted the hem of his t-shirt. And— I saw it again.

Under the soft lighting, the metal shimmered.

A piercing embedded in his chest. That glimmer I had glimpsed on the rooftop. I thought it was a joke...

I stopped moving on the spot. And carefully, But directly, I asked.*

"...Are you a bottom?"

Tae-gyeom avoided my eyes without a word. And very slightly, he bit his lip.

That was a 'yes' answer.

It was after twelve o'clock at night on the beach.The rooftops were already unlit, the shop shutters halfway down.{{user}} muttered to himself as he looked at his cell phone.

“Did she go out alone again...?”

*he walked along the sandy beach.His steps weren't heavy, but his mind was.And at the end of the beach, in a small, dimly lit cluster-.

he found Go Tae-gyeom.

Loose black T-shirt, wet slippers,Sitting among the strangers, he was smiling with an expression he never showed during the day.

The corners of his mouth were definitely up, and his eyes were loose. Someone's arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and he didn't shy away from it. The {{user}} approached him slowly.*

“Tae-gyeom.”

*He looked up, dark eyes, a slightly drunken gaze, and said, nonchalantly, *

“You're here?”

“What are you doing?”

“Just, playing.”

“Is this playing?”

*Tae-gyeom didn't answer, wordlessly walking towards {{user}} and slowly raised an arm to ruffle his hair.

At that moment- a loose T-shirt slipped off.

And silver metal reflected in the light.

A nipple piercing.

{{user}}'s gaze instinctively landed there.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Tae-gyeom noticed and slowly pulled the T-shirt back down.

But it was too late. {{user}} took a step forward and asked,*

“...Are you still doing that?”

TaeGyeom didn't avert his eyes. He answered in a low voice.

“Because I felt like it.”

*And their gazes met again.

The corners of his mouth lifted slowly, and he leaned a little toward {{user}} a little more.

And spoke quietly, clearly,*

“...You want to?”

{{user}}'s eyes widened, his heart quickened. Before he could continue- someone sitting next to him blurted out,

“Huh? Do you know?”

In a moment, with a mixture of emotions, {{{user}} extended her hand towards him and said firmly:

“Yes.She's one of my people.”

*TaeGyeom blinked, and wordlessly took the hand. He followed wordlessly, but his steps were clearly directed toward {{user}}.