#I need to spend a day on a yacht feeling the sunshine on my skin and his big hands all over my body expeditiously

[smileysvech]

All I want is champagne and sunshine

Looking for a good time

Sipping on the stars while we lay under the sunlight

Champagne & Sunshine – PLVTINUM ft. Tarro

tagging: @pyotrkochetkov @lifeofpriya @2manytabsopen

[masonscig]

water

wayhaven summer fic #5

pairing | nate x ramona

word count | 2.1k

warnings | mention of sex, an innuendo

author’s note | i tried to figure out how to get around nate’s aversion to water, and i hit a wall so... i dug around it and decided to write an actor!au !!!! i’d seen a comic months and months ago by @/pvnkvampr and another one that i can’t seem to find again, but i wanted to take that and apply it to nate and ramona! nate’s the type to fall in love with his costar after years of working together and you can’t convince me otherwise. also, to clarify !!! the beginning of the fic is supposed to be like nate x ramona’s romance route so any of the exposition centered around their relationship being fleeting/him being deeply in love with her is nate the character rather than the actor! (you’ll see lmao i’m definitely overexplaining) this is a bit of a stretch bc they’re on the water... and ramona drinks water. but whatever it works !!!!!

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She was standing on the edge, looking out at the glimmering water, the sun, high in the sky, skipping off of each wave like a smooth rock.

The wind whipped her hair, tossing her short curls until they were unruly, and she was smiling.

Her grin was wide, eyes closed, as she inhaled, drinking it all in – the sunshine fueled her.

Half of Unit Bravo were under the deck, quietly stewing in annoyance. They’d given up complaining to Ramona, though. Frankly, she didn’t care.

Farah was passed out on the floor underneath a sliver of shade at the top of the yacht, chest heaving as she slept soundly. Ramona had taught her how to swim earlier, and she’d used all of her energy flailing around determinedly in the relentless July rays.

Nate watched her as she held her arms out to her sides, fingers outstretched, chin tipped towards the sky.

She was unbridled joy held together by the strings of her bikini, and she radiated a warmth that could rival even the summer sun itself.

So unrestrained that changes didn’t phase her – most conflict rolled off her shoulders in a way that startled Nate, a being who’d existed for hundreds of years and had seen the best and the worst of it.

Nothing baffled him more than this part of his existence.

The way love fell into his lap and he didn’t have to try anymore. 

But despite it all, he’d deluded himself into thinking it was permanent – they were permanent. And they weren’t. And that was okay.

“Oh, you’re back!” She grinned, stretching her arm out until her fingertips grazed his bare arm, her palm warm against his skin. “I was wondering what you were up to.”

“I had to do a quick wellness check of our crew –”

“– Oh my god, are Adam and Morgan still seething down there?–” She asked, cutting him off with a laugh.

“– Very much so, I’m afraid,” he said, his mischievous smile betraying his tone.

“I thought a tiny little shindig would be better than a huge shebang, you know?” She turned in his grip, back against the railing, his arms curled around the bare skin of her waist.

“You’re still trying to stump me? Give it a rest, love,” Nate laughed into the thick mess of curls at the top of her head, pressing a kiss to her sun-warmed strands.

“I will say a phrase you don’t know and then you’ll owe me some juicy Agency secrets,” she giggled, snaking her arms around his neck.

“Like what?” He asked, lips straining at corners, his grin threatening to falter.

“Like how the hell does Morgan wear jeans and no underwear? That’s something I can’t for the life of me wrap my mind around,” she all but shuddered.

“That’s an answer you’ll have to coax out of her, unfortunately.” He said, a bit distracted.

“You know you can keep your Agency secrets, mister secret agent. I have no need for ‘em,” she stuck her tongue out, still stained bright red from the margarita she’d finished hours before.

He must’ve looked puzzled, because she continued, inching in closer until he could feel her everywhere and it wasn’t in the least bit appropriate.

“We both know you have even juicier secrets to spill,” she said, before leaning in to whisper the last bit, her fingers tangled through his hair.

“And I’ll lap up every last drop of ‘em,” she murmured, kissing his earlobe.

The pads of his fingers were sunken into the flesh of her hips, and he tried desperately to anchor himself to spare the others, but he couldn’t get a grip on anything but her warm, warm, sunkissed skin –

He blanked.

His thoughts were scrambled and he couldn’t form words. Couldn’t recall the words he needed to say. But he could see the paper so clearly –

“Line?” He mumbled, feeling her go limp with disappointment in his arms.

Farah groaned from across the deck.

“Cut!” The director yelled, and all but stormed over to him. “What happened out there? You were on a fuckin’ roll! The chemistry was insane. God, I wish you could’ve been watching –”

“Don’t make him feel like shit over it, Craig,” she gently warned, stepping forward just a bit until she’d angled her body between them. “I flubbed my lines all last week and he was so patient with me.”

Craig sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, the wrinkled skin between his brows crinkling even further. “Alright, alright, I get it. Not gonna hound you over one take, but I need you to get it in gear, man. We’ve only got a couple more hours of sunlight in this godforsaken shitheap, and we’ve gotta wrap this part up so we can film the sunset kiss –”

“I understand. I won’t mess it up this time,” Nate promised, glancing over to his co-star with an apologetic smile.

Ramona shrugged, waving his statement away. “It’s fine, seriously. I’m totally okay with running that again.” “Speak for yourself! I’m dying out here,” Farah called from across the deck before turning back to the hair and makeup people, pursing her lips for more lip balm and sunscreen. “Please get it right this time, Agent Sewell.”

“That’s just the name of my character –”

“I’m well aware of that,” she yelled, cutting him off. “Method acting. You get it.”

His co-star shook her head, patting him on the back. “Don’t mind Miss Hauville. She’s just upset she was dragged out here to lie down on a hot sundeck like a dead body for half of an episode.”

He laughed at that, relieved that his co-star was keeping things light.

Truth be told, he’d had a rough time getting his on-screen family to cooperate with him, much like the character Nate Sewell.

Adam’s actor was a notoriously nice guy, but he had a knack for intense method acting, so he’d been a stoic asshole for months – there was no getting through to that guy when he was in filming mode. Morgan’s actress was a bit of a wildcard. She was fucking the executive producer and everyone except Craig knew it.

Farah’s actress was arguably the biggest success of them all – she was constantly booked and busy and effortlessly making headlines. And it was becoming increasingly obvious that she was only there as a favor, not because she wanted to.

She was a film star who never touched TV, but hell, she was half the reason millions of people tuned into the pilot episode.

The Wayhaven Chronicles wouldn’t be the same without her, or Ramona’s actress, the fan favorite. Yeah, she was the protagonist, but the cast, crew, fans, and everyone alike loved her.

And he had a bit of a crush.

He was aware that on set romances usually fell apart before they could really begin, but he couldn’t help it.

Not only did he spend nearly all of his free time with her running lines and hanging out in her trailer, but to make matters worse his character was canonically falling for hers, and… he found himself enamored with her, too.

He’d never admitted it out loud, and probably never would, but it was getting harder and harder to push those feelings away when they had to share an on screen kiss.

Season one wasn’t too bad, considering they were just testing the waters to see who the fan favorite love interest was out of the four of them, but by the end of it, social media had all but rioted to lock in the “Natemona” romance plot.

And there they were, well into season two, a handful of kisses shared (a lot more than that considering the reshoots and the practicing) and a plot decided.

And he was into her – way more than he’d like to admit.

The rest of filming went pretty smoothly. He got over his nerves and kissed her like a champ, and they got patted on the back for their realistic chemistry by all the execs and producers on set.

When they finally broke for a quick food break, she followed him to his trailer.

“People are gonna eat this episode up, huh?” She asked, closing the door behind them and grabbing a water bottle from his fully stocked mini-fridge.

“Surely they will,” he agreed, stepping around her to grab his salad from the fridge. “If they were rallying for the relationship before, they’ll be vindicated this episode.”

She laughed into the rim of her bottle before chugging it. “So why were you frazzled today? Something at home?”

He eyed her, raising a brow.

She held her hands up in mock surrender, before plopping onto the couch across from him. “You don’t have to answer, dude, I’m just lending my ear.”

He chewed thoughtfully, trying to choose his words wisely. He swallowed, took another bite, chewed.

His mind was just as blank as the deck scene.

He shook his head before setting his food down. “I’m sorry I’ve been off today.”

“I don’t care if you’re not feeling like yourself. It’s normal to have an off day. I just wanna know if you’re okay,” she said with a tenderness that he’d never heard from a co-star before. 

“To be quite honest, you’ve been distracting me,” he admitted, timidly.

She pursed her lips. “What can I do to fix it?” 

He squirmed in his seat. God, this was a lot harder than he thought it’d be.

“It’s, uh, nothing you can really fix. It’s all me.”

“Well, what can I do to help?”

He shook his head again, glancing away from her.

“Look, I know Craig’s been rough on us this week, but don’t let it get to you. We can practice more –”

“It’s not that, I promise.”

She waited, sensing that he had more to say. He took a deep breath, then continued.

“It’s something I don’t want to admit to you. It’s embarrassing.”

“Honey, my last job involved waxing places that would make your grandmother gasp. I promise nothing phases me,” she joked, running a hand through her hair.

“There’s… quite a few lines Nate says this season that I’ve resonated with,” he started, trying to figure out what he was gonna pull out of his ass.

She sipped her drink, waiting.

“Things like… ‘I care for you, Ramona’ and, uh, ‘You’re important to me’,” he said, twisting the ends of his summery button up shirt between his fingers.

“Yeah, same here. We’ve become really close –”

She stopped abruptly the moment she noticed the look in his eye. And the subtext hit her like a truck.

“The things Nate feels for Ramona… I find myself feeling for you,” he admitted, hesitantly, looking anywhere but her face.

“If you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. I’ve just developed a bit of a workplace crush that I can’t quite shake, and that’s my fault –”

She stood from the couch, and he glanced up at her, finally, nervous to see how she’d taken it.

And before he could register what was happening, her lips were on his – a sweet tender kiss. 

One that, scarily enough, felt exactly like the last time they’d kissed. And the time before that. And the time before that. And the time before that. 

When she pulled away, she cupped his cheeks with the softest touch in the world, gazing down at him with an expression like she’d gotten the best news of her life.

“Those kisses weren’t just practice to me, either,” she whispered, stroking the pad of her thumb across his stubble. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

He blanked. Again.

He couldn’t find any words, so he did what Nate would do. What he wished he’d had the courage to do for over a year.

Gently enclosing his arms around her waist, he tugged her down to the couch with him, planting kisses across her face, cheeks, nose, lips, over and over and over, revelling in the broken giggles that erupted from her.

Maybe allowing the essence of Nate Sewell and how he loved pervade his life over the past year and a half of filming was the right step. It’d gotten him the girl, after all.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

Request: Celebrating Valentine’s Day with BTS

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyeondan, Bulletproof Boyscouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS drabble, Valentine’s Day, BTS x you, Fluff, Boyfriend Au, Husband AU, Seokjin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you

Genre: Fluff

Title: Happy Valentine’s Day

KIM SEOKJIN

“I can’t believe we didn’t even get to do anything on Valentine’s this year!” You complain into the phone, as you struggle to adjust your backpack on your shoulders, fumbling for the key to open your apartment door. 

“I know, jagi. I’m sorry we were both so busy.” Your boyfriend’s apologetic voice sounds through the phone, as you finally locate the right key and unlock your apartment. 

Pushing the door open with a sigh, you adjust the phone at your ear, as you fumble for the light switch on the wall beside the door. “It’s not your fault, Jin. I had school and exams all day and you had practice. The timing just didn’t work out.” 

Flipping on the overhead light, you glanced up from setting down your backpack and let out a loud gasp. 

“Kim Seokjin! What the hell is this??” You squealed, partly surprised and partly ecstatic, as you glanced around your living room. 

The walls of your small apartment were covered in pictures of Jin, from concerts and shows and selfies, and littered among them were pictures of the two of you, pictures you had taken of him and pictures he had taken of you, from dates and nights in and awards shows. 

Everything was covered, from floor to ceiling, with mementos of your time spent with Kim Seokjin. 

“Jin?” You questioned, mouth still open slightly, as you walked to get a closer look at the pictures, realizing he hadn’t answered your first initial outburst of questions. “When did you have time to do this? And what is it??” 

“Surprise?” 

You whirled on your heel and dropped the phone in surprise as none other than the man himself sounded from behind you, standing in your open doorway, sheepishly grinning at you, as he held out a gift bag and a large bouquet of roses. 

“Holy shit.” You exclaimed in shock, suddenly feeling a little choked up, as you darted across the room to throw your arms around his middle, burying your face in his chest. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you today!” 

“I know. Me too.” Jin laughed, the sound rumbling beneath your ear, as you pulled back to look up at him in awe. He leaned over to kiss your lips briefly, before he flashed you another bright grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” 

MIN YOONGI

“Yoongi.” You whine, as you step blindly, your husband’s hands covering your eyes. “I thought we agreed that we don’t do Valentine’s Day.” 

“I know, I know.” You hear Yoongi huff from behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck, as he pulls you to a sudden halt. “But this is different, I promise.” 

“What, so you got over your thinking that Valentine’s is just a commercial holiday and now you’re in the holiday spirit?” You grumble beneath your breath teasingly, as you feel him come closer behind you, chest pressed warmly against your back through your jackets. 

“Shut up will you?” He mutters good naturedly, before he drops his hands from your eyes to reveal your surprise. 

You gasp as your eyes fall onto the small yacht docked before you, glimmering with strung lights, music wafting over the waves toward you, the smell of something cooking drifting to your nose over the smell of the river. 

“Min Yoongi, what have you done?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him in shock, as he grins at you, the gummy expression sending warmth pooling in your stomach. 

“Look, do I need an excuse to plan a romantic evening for my wife?” Yoongi asks, pressing his hand into the small of your back as he steers you down the dock toward the waiting boat. “I don’t believe in this holiday, sure, but I sure as hell believe in spoiling you.” 

“No, but seriously.” You stop once more, steps faltering just short of the boat. “What are we doing?” 

“Baby.” Yoongi sighs, the sound laced with suffering amusement, as he comes to stand in front of you, eyes dark beneath the brim of the beanie he wears. One side of his mouth quirks up into a soft smile, revealing his teeth and gums once more. “We’re gonna go have a romantic evening on this yacht. Just the two of us. Someone’s gonna cook us dinner, we’re gonna relax, and we’re not gonna worry about anything. Get it?” 

You nod, swallowing down another question, as you glance past him once more to the boat, glittering in the dark of the evening. “Okay.” 

Yoongi nods, before taking you hand and pulling you with him once more toward the boat, as he says gruffly, “Good. That’s my girl.” He glances at you over his shoulder as he takes the first step up onto the boat. “However, I know you have a dozen more questions, but try to keep them to yourself at least until we leave the dock, okay?” 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Listen, woman.” Hobi says, trying to be serious, as you stumble leading him up the stairs blind, giggling as you tug excitedly on his hand. “I don’t like surprises.” 

You scoff as you reach the top landing, pushing open the door as you glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend. “That is a downright lie, Jung Hoseok. You’re the biggest damn fan of anything surprise that I know.” 

He laughs, grin wide and heart shaped beneath the blindfold you had tied across his eyes earlier when you got out of the car. “You’re right. You got me.” 

Pulling him inside the room beyond the door, wooden floor squeaking beneath your sneakers, you bounce in place as you come to stand before him, excitement coursing through you, as you reach up to finger his blindfold.

“Ready?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at the woman who watches the two of you from in front of the long wall of mirrors, a smile on her features. 

“Come on, baby.” Hobi whines, his long fingers covering your own where they hover over the blindfold. “You know I’m not patient.” 

Laughing, you rip the blindfold from his eyes, and he blinks several times to clear his vision, glancing around the large, empty dance studio with surprise, before he asks, “A dance studio?” 

“Okay, hear me out.” You hold your hands out at your sides, looking at him imploringly, as he focuses back on you. “You’re a great dancer. Everyone knows this. But.” You motion to yourself, as you pull your hoodie over your head to reveal your workout tank beneath, causing Hobi to raise a curious brow in your direction. “I’m not so great. So I thought we could take a couples dance class.” 

Hobi’s face lights up, as he catches sight of the dance instructor waiting behind the two of you next to the mirrors. “Really?” 

“Really.” You nod, determination on your face. “Dancing is your passion, baby, it’s not mine. But I’m willing to learn so we can do something you love together.” 

“Yah!” Hobi sweeps you up into his arms, spinning you around as you start to laugh and beg him to put you down. “This is the best Valentine’s gift I could ask for!” He finally sets you down, steadying you as you regain your balance, as he flashes you a grin full of sunshine. “Thank you, baby. And next, I can take one of those cooking classes with you.” 

You chuckle, pulling him toward the mirrors. “One thing at a time, one thing at a time.”

KIM NAMJOON

You glance up at the glittering strings of lights lining the darkened street, still surprisingly bustling for the time of night, before your gaze drifts to the man beside you, large hand held in your own. 

“I cannot believe we did this.” You voice again, for the third time that night, as you sigh and lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder as you walk leisurely down the street. 

“I can.” Namjoon says, flashing you a smile, as he shrugs beside you. “You always wanted to visit London. What better day than Valentine’s Day?” 

“I know but.” You pull him to a stop, looking at him with a raised brow, as you bite back a smile. “Taking the company’s private jet? Just coming out here on the spur of the moment? That’s kind of ridiculous if you think about it, Kim Namjoon.” 

“Well.” He shrugs again, dimples deepening with his lopsided grin, as he pulls you against his side and starts walking once more. “We can do it, so why not?” 

There is a comfortable silence for a moment as you continue to walk, the old architecture of downtown London drawing your gazes, the sound of soft music and warm yellow light drifting across the street from a local pub, bustling with late night customers celebrating the weekend. 

You sigh again, fingers clasped tightly in your boyfriend’s, and you have to admit, it had been the perfect way to spend the holiday. 

“Namjoon.” You say his name softly, the atmosphere of the warm, still night causing your voice to be subdued. 

“Hmmm?” He hums under his breath, fingers stroking nonchalantly across your knuckles, as you near the water of the river, the cooler air accentuating the sound of the waves splashing against the concrete wall. 

“Thank you for making life so special.” 

He looks down at you as you come to a stop beside the river, standing in front of a lone bench, dark and welcoming in the calmness of the night. “You don’t have to thank me, jagi. I could say the same to you.” 

You pull him down onto the bench beside you, his arm going around you as you once again rest your head on his shoulder. “Well, thank you anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day, Joonie.” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, jagi.” He responds in turn, brushing a fond kiss across the skin of your forehead. 

PARK JIMIN

“Jiminie.” You complain, flopping down onto your bed, letting out a long suffering sigh as you hold your phone up above your head, the video of your boyfriend filling the screen. “It’s not the same without you here.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry, baby girl.” Jimin’s voice breaks up over the phone as the facetime video lags momentarily, and then he is back, clear and as beautiful as ever, as he runs a hand through his blonde hair and pulls his full lips into a pout. “Trust me, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than snuggling with you.” 

“Nothing?” You ask mischievously, raising a brow at him, as you turn to lay on your stomach, propping your chin up with one of your hands. 

“Well, I mean.” He grins dangerously, eyes flitting down the screen to where your pajama shirt gapes slightly, revealing the start of your cleavage. “There’s something else I’d rather be doing, but I can’t talk about it. Jungkook’s here.” 

“Hey!” Jungkook’s voice rings out from where he lays on his bed in the background of the video, and you laugh, as he flips Jimin off without looking up from his phone screen. “Get a room, hyung. Preferably one that I’m not in.”

Jimin grins, before turning back to the screen, ruffling his blonde hair once more, as his silver rings glint in the lamp from the bedside table. “Anyway. Did you do anything fun with your roommates? Since I’m not there to spoil you?”  

“Ugh. Don’t get me started.” You whine, rolling your eyes. “Lisa had a date and Jennie was here all day with her boyfriend, making out on the couch. I wanted to puke.” 

“Ah, baby.” Jimin chuckles, leaning in closer to the screen, pursing his lips as if he’s giving you a sympathetic kiss through the phone. “I’m sorry. But have you considered the fact that maybe you’re simply salty because it’s Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend is millions of miles away?” 

“Um, yes.” You say heatedly, trying not to notice how hot said boyfriend looks right now, reclining on the hotel bed, loose white t-shirt showing off enough tan chest that you can imagine everything else in perfect detail. “I had thought of that. But thanks for reminding me once again, Park.” 

“Sorry.” He shrugs, before he grows serious, staring at you through the screen of the phone, and suddenly, you feel as if he’s there, even though he’s on another continent. “I swear I’ll make it up to you, baby. Only two more weeks.” 

“I know.” You sigh, before mustering up a smile, blowing him a kiss. “I love you, Chim. Happy Valentine’s Day, lover boy.” 

He manages an eye crinkling smile for you and returns the kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl. I’ll be back before you know it.” 

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Holy shit, Tae, I’m so scared right now.” You whimper, clenching his fingers even more tightly between your own, as you screw your eyes shut and try not to focus on the fact that you’re hundreds of feet above the ground right now. 

“Hey, baby.” You feel Taehyung scoot closer to you, his hip brushing yours, fingers never leaving your own. “Look at me, baby.” 

You manage to open your eyes, and taking a deep breath, ignoring the faraway ground beneath your feet, you glance over at your boyfriend, who offers you a comforting, boxy smile. 

“Listen, okay?” He reaches out to swipe a loose strand of hair back from your forehead, the ropes and equipment of the bungee jumping harness that connects the two of you jingling with his movement, and making your body clench up. “You can do this. I’ll be with you the whole time.” 

You take in a deep breath, eyes watering from the wind that is whipping across the platform suspended above the river, and force yourself to keep looking at him and not look down. “I thought this was great idea. Now I’m regretting all my life choices.” 

Taehyung waves to the man waiting several feet back on the platform, and your fingers instinctively clench harder onto his, as you feel the rope begin to raise and tighten above your heads, as he shoots you another grin and a wink. “All your life choices?” 

“Well.” You gulp, as Taehyung moves closer to you, and the man behind you shouts out that you can jump whenever you’re ready. “Not you, of course.” 

“That’s good. I’m relieved.” Taehyung teases, and you wonder, briefly, how he manages to be so jovial and carefree when you’re about to jump blindly off a platform that’s hundreds of feet above the ground. “Baby, listen, okay?” He reaches up, tugging your chin in his direction, so you have to focus on him. “I’m going to count to three.” 

“Tae.” You say warningly, heart pounding in your chest, as your fingers reach up to tangle into the straps that stretch across his chest, thinking, vainly, that if you can tug closer to him, maybe you won’t be so terrified. 

“I’m going to count to three.” He repeats firmly, hands going up to cover the arches of your cheekbones, long fingers tangling into your hair. “And then I’m going to kiss you, okay?” 

“What....” You start to ask, caught off guard, but before you can voice the rest of your question, he has already begun the countdown. 

“One.” 

Your fingers scrabble at Taehyung’s harness, and one of his hands drop from your face to snake around your waist, pulling you tightly against his body.

“Two.” 

His other hand finds purchase on your jaw, lifting your face to his, and you can feel your panicked breaths brushing across his skin. 

“Three.” 

Taehyung’s mouth covers yours, and then you’re falling into space, the breath sucked from your lungs, and as the bungee cord snaps taut, you’re suddenly swinging across the river below in a wide arc, and Taehyung is releasing you, and all you can feel is exhilaration, as the wind whips your hair and you splay your arms wide. 

The arc of the swing dies down, and Taehyung glances over at you, eyes wide and bright with exhilaration and delight, as he asks you, “You okay, baby?” 

You nod, still slightly breathless. “Let’s do it again.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

 You pull your paddle board up onto the shore beside Jungkook’s, and pushing wet hair back off of your forehead, you grin and say, “That was so fun! Seriously, Kook, this has been the best Valentine’s ever.” 

Jungkook glances at you shyly from beneath dark, wet bangs, bunny teeth appearing as he returns your smile, before he replies, “It’s not over yet.” 

You look at him curiously, as he carefully moves to wrap a towel around your shoulders, hand finding your own as he leads you back in the direction of the campsite where the warmth of the tent and campfire are waiting. 

Shivering slightly now that the sun has set and the air has cooled down, you take a seat on a log that Jungkook covers with a blanket for you, and watch him, as he silently begins to dig through a cooler you hadn’t noticed before in the back of the truck bed. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, reaching out of the safe warmth of your towel to grab a handful of chips from one of their bags. 

“Cooking.” Jungkook shrugs casually, as he crouches before the fire, breaking up a pack of ramen noodles and placing them into the pot of boiling water he had been preparing. 

“You’re cooking for me?” you ask in slight surprise, as he blushes, and nods, before moving to stir the cooking noodles with a wooden spoon. “Kook, that’s so sweet.” 

He shrugs once more, glancing at you with a grin before he moves to dump some more things into the pot. “Yoongi hyung has been teaching me a few things so I could prepare.” 

Warmth fills your stomach at his words, knowing he has been using his free time to learn how to cook for this special occasion, free time which Jeon Jungkook does not have a lot of. 

Jungkook stirs the noodles once more, the ramen starting to scent the air, and nodding to himself, he places the lid back onto the pot and comes around the fire to sit beside you where you’re not leaning against the log, the warmth of the fire having broken the remaining chill left from the lake. 

He places his arm around you, and you snuggle closer to the heat of his body, burying your face into his chest as you close your eyes briefly, enjoying his presence and the warmth of the fire and the quiet of the dark forest around the two of you. 

“Kook.” You break the silence, and he glances down at you in question, dark eyes reflecting the firelight. “Thank you for today. It was perfect.” 

He offers you a soft smile, ducking his head under your praise, before he leans into you, nose going into your hair as he says, voice slightly muffled, “You’re welcome. Thanks for coming with me.” 

You laugh, and he grins against your hair, fingers clasping yours warmly beneath the tent of the blanket, as the fire crackles and the soup bubbles in the background. 

“Happy Valentine’s day, jagi.” He murmurs, balmy breath stirring your hair. 

“Happy Valentine’s day, Kook.” You reply, snuggling deeper against his side if possible as you sigh with contentment. “I love you.”