Hawaiian Shirt
Stolen MomentsSeohyun smiled when she found a familiar, outrageously kitsch Hawaiian shirt laying on top of a beach chaise, sliders tucked neatly underneath along with a phone and wallet. Sitting, she pulled out the latter items, dusting them of sand, and then looked up, squinting even through her sunglasses at the expanse of glittering sunset-strewn ocean to search for him among the few late afternoon surfers.
There.
Yonghwa pulled up like a shot, catching a wave that rose and curled behind him. Seohyun unlocked his phone, snapping a few shots of him silhouetted in the fading day. For a few glorious seconds he rode the wave, tracing sines in the curl, before its strength overtook him. He tumbled in with a laugh nevertheless, before resurfacing and sliding back onto his board to sit for a rest. But, glancing over, he then waved, and began paddling over.
He rose out, picked up his board, and walked over. Seohyun snapped more pictures, catching her lip between her teeth in an attempt to hide her grin.
“Enjoying the show?” he teased with a raised eyebrow as soon as he arrived, propping his board against a nearby palm tree before facing her again. Accepting the water bottle she presented him, he took several pulls, eyeing her as her own eyes gingerly followed salty waterdrops trail down his defined chest.
Snap. She grinned at his bemused scowl, handing his phone back to him. “Don’t complain. I got great shots for your Insta.”
He thumbed through his gallery, then nodded. “Right. But you did, right?” Dancing eyes pinned her.
“Maybe,” she replied with a demure shrug, handing him his towel. “Possibly still do. Not sure.”
Yonghwa threw it around his shoulders, idly drying himself. “Found the place okay?”
“The taxi did,” she replied. “Found this quickly, too,” she added, pointing to the ridiculous Hawaiian shirt.
He grinned. “See? It’s a great shirt.”
Seohyun hummed her doubt, but held her tongue. One did not insult Hawaiian shirts in Jung Yonghwa’s presence unless they wanted to hear a diatribe on why they were awesome for the next several minutes.
He bent, plucking his wallet from where she’d left it on the chaise, and then fished a card from it. “Here. Go in first. I have to return the towel and surfboard. I’ll be there in a bit.”
Seohyun accepted the hotel card as she stood. “Which room?”
He snorted a little as he tossed his shirt on, then raised laughing eyes at her. In that moment, that frighteningly gaudy shir
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