Hoseok lifts his eyes to meet Jungkook's, the coldness in his chest warmed some by the light in Jungkook's eyes, the joy and fulfillment of a plan in mind. He smiles without thinking, the feeling of it suffusing him, lifting some of the weight from his shoulders. "I like that," he says. "A surprise." He grins widely, his hand finding Jungkook's opposite shoulder, squeezing.
He watches Jungkook sprint down the beach, water flying up from his heels, deep footprints left behind in the damp sand. Jungkook shrinks a little as he runs, but he doesn't go too far, still near enough that Hoseok could shout for him if he needed to, could hobble over without too much effort.
Jungkook reaches the tide pools and begins searching for shells and Hoseok begins to walk around the area near him, dragging the toes of his boots through the dry sand, leaning down to comb his fingers through the grains of it any time he finds anything big enough to work for their necklaces.
He searches for a while, ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, has a pocketful of shells that could be useful, any unbroken shell he can find. They jangle as he walks toward the tide pools, like muted wind chimes, and the breeze ruffles the bits of Hoseok's hair that aren't tucked beneath his hat, the strands tickling his cheeks. Where he felt heavy a few moments ago he feels light, like he's floating, and his ankle aches a little but it feels like being alive.
He's close to Jungkook again before he knows it, watching with a smile as Jungkook stoops at the edge of a pool of ocean water, dragging his fingers through the silt. "Find anything good?" he asks from a few paces away, dipping his hand into his own pocket, hoping he's found at least a few pieces that Jungkook can use.
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He watches Jungkook sprint down the beach, water flying up from his heels, deep footprints left behind in the damp sand. Jungkook shrinks a little as he runs, but he doesn't go too far, still near enough that Hoseok could shout for him if he needed to, could hobble over without too much effort.
Jungkook reaches the tide pools and begins searching for shells and Hoseok begins to walk around the area near him, dragging the toes of his boots through the dry sand, leaning down to comb his fingers through the grains of it any time he finds anything big enough to work for their necklaces.
He searches for a while, ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, has a pocketful of shells that could be useful, any unbroken shell he can find. They jangle as he walks toward the tide pools, like muted wind chimes, and the breeze ruffles the bits of Hoseok's hair that aren't tucked beneath his hat, the strands tickling his cheeks. Where he felt heavy a few moments ago he feels light, like he's floating, and his ankle aches a little but it feels like being alive.
He's close to Jungkook again before he knows it, watching with a smile as Jungkook stoops at the edge of a pool of ocean water, dragging his fingers through the silt. "Find anything good?" he asks from a few paces away, dipping his hand into his own pocket, hoping he's found at least a few pieces that Jungkook can use.