Perhaps subconsciously, there's a part of Jungkook that enjoys being chided by elders and hyungs alike for never wearing enough to suit the winter weather. In the bed of the truck, it was all made a little better by the layers upon layers of blankets and a little bit of cuddling up to his hyungs, but now that they're on the beach, there's very little to actually protect Jungkook against the raging winds.

He likes it, though. The way the wind cuts through to the skin, and the slightly salty and sticky hint in the air. Likes the way the sand looks so perfectly smooth in contrast with the constantly raging waves, tiny little bubbles chasing up the shore. Jungkook kicks his shoes off early and can't be bothered as he takes off sprinting towards the ocean, shrieking when the cold water splashes against his shins.

"The water's great!" he yells to no one in particular, waiting for someone else to join.