Yang Jeongin

"Yang Jeongin," you inhale deeply through your nose. "What is in your hands?"

"What do you mean?" He asks. "These are my bags."

You deadpan. "Obviously I know that! I mean, who on Earth needs three bags for a weekend trip?"

"Listen," he begins. "I know this is a foreign concept to you, but like... some of us enjoy actually trying to look good."

"Say that again," you threaten, reaching down to take off your slipper.

"Some of us—"

The slipper is off your foot before he has the chance to finish.

"Joking!" He exclaims with a giggle, taking a few bounding steps away from your reach.

"Whatever," you mutter, grabbing your single bag from the back of the car.

"Are you mad at me?" Jeongin asks, trailing after you as you begin the long trek uphill.

"Y/NNNN..." He sings, keeping in step with you despite his huge bags.

"You're so annoying," you mutter. You can already feel the burn in your legs, and the heat beating down isn't doing anything to help.

"That's not very nice to say to someone who planned out this entire vacation just for you," Jeongin points out with a smirk.

"Whatever," you huff childishly.

Your arms are already straining with the weight of your single bag. He, you notice, doesn't seem at all winded despite how heavy you imagine his bags are.

"It's not like I asked you to plan anything anyways... Why did you have to pick a place so far away?"

"Just wait," he insists. "It's worth it, I promise!"

You aren't sure how he has so much energy. The drive had been five hours—the exhaustion is already setting deep into your bones, and you didn't do anything except lounge in the passenger seat and complain about the secrecy of this trip.

To be fair, your brattiness isn't completely unearned. You didn't even know about this trip until this morning, when Jeongin ambushed you at your apartment and all but corralled you into his car.

It didn't matter how many times you asked him where, exactly, he is taking you—he remained tight-lipped on the destination, until the rocky shores of the coastline came into view and you realized he had taken you to the closest seaside town.

After countless years of friendship with Yang Jeongin, you were taken aback by how much his spontaneity continued to surprise you. It never made sense how the two of you remained friends despite your opposite nature, and yet you couldn't imagine a life without him. So, although it did annoy you to no end that he gave you no heads up about this trip, you went along with it anyways.

Deep down, you knew he planned all of this because of how stressed you had been lately. Jeongin isn't always the best when it comes to comforting you, but he tries, and you can't deny it—a weekend away to rest and recharge does sound like the perfect escape.

"That," you pant once you reach the small cottage on the top of the hill. "Was horrible."

"What do you mean?" Jeongin asks cheerfully.

"I literally hate you so much right now."

"Well," he says, grabbing your bag from you with ease. "I was going to tell you about the fun day I had planned, but I guess not..."