Summer meant swimming. At least that was how it had been for your family. However, every summer you were reminded that family outings were really not one of your favorite things. You could be in a mall with your friends, enjoying frozen yogurt and trying out pretty clothes yet you are stuck in another city with your family and their stupid idea of family bonding. It wouldn't be that bad really. You love the water ever since you were a kid. You love swimming, even more because you couldn't do it often. Reality is it was bad. The pool was right in front of you but you were stuck babysitting your two younger brothers. They squealed and laughed, splashing the water in their swimming shorts, throwing their noodles in the water and diving to get it. You groaned from where you sat under the shade, bored to death and annoyed at your brothers who had done nothing wrong. Just that one of them was thirteen years old already but still played by the kid's pool and this was somehow annoying to you. You wanted to swim, your brand new swimsuit hidden underneath your shirt and shorts, and the adult's pool was right next to the kid's pool, but your mom explicitly said to keep an eye on your siblings at all times. "They make me stay here while they have fun somewhere else," you mumbled begrudgingly. Your brother got up the pool, stood by the stairs and shouts your name. You turned to him and he gave you a show, suspicious water dripping down his wet shorts and he laughed. "Thanks a lot, Mom." Your youngest brother swam by the edge. "Y/N!" You ignore him, busying yourself with your phone instead. Mischievous little brat started splashing the water at you. "Hey, stop that!" You stood up, glowering down at him. He didn't listen, throwing a floating ball at you. It hit your arm and although it didn't hurt, you made a fuss and awed in pain. "You're gonna get it from me!" You threatened, stepping forward and throwing him back the ball. It missed his head and the two laughed tauntingly. The sun was way too hot for this. You turned around, head boiling when you stopped on your heel, stepping backward because wow. A bare chest met your face, so close that if you just move a muscle, your nose would touch it. Tanned skin. Broad shoulders. Built arms. Defined chest that nicely complements the lines on a stomach. "Whoa." Okay. This was such a nice view. It was so nice that the image of your brother peeing in his shorts is long forgotten. "Oh wow." A cough diverted you from gaping at the sight. "My eyes are up here." You blinked and looked up to the owner of the body. You gaped even more. The view up there was really nice too. Really nice. His face didn't quite match his fit body. He looked cute, with big eyes, brown parted hair, and bunny tooth. Still, he looked hot. Hot and adorable. y and cute. Do that two words even go together? No, no. He was cute. His face was definitely cute. But his glorious body was not. His jawline didn't lie and the smirk that he has didn't help either. At that point, you weren't exactly sure if you're drooling or not until the "he" chuckled. "I'm glad you like what you see." You blushed from your neck to the roots of your hair. This was the very first time you openly admired someone's body. There were many times you and your friends had talked about these kind of stuff, but you would never, ever openly stare at someone. Never. "Well, why are you going around ?" was your retort. Your blush was so obvious even under the sun. You were just glad that you didn't stutter. "Because I'm the lifeguard?" He said, teasing tone at the end of his statement. Oh. Ohh. That explains the whistle hanging on his neck. "Lifeguards can go around with shirts," you continued and you thought to yourself that you should probably just shut up. "Sorry?" he said, the smirk still tugging the corner of his attractive, very attractive lips. "Anyway, I've been watching you since earlier." He had what? "You looked really bored so I thought I should invite you to a swimming lesson which will be starting any moment now." "A swimming lesson? Um, what makes you think I don't know how to swim?" You asked stubbornly, crossing your arms and trying your hardest to keep your eyes up to his face and not stray down his body. "Scrawny arms, frowny face, looked like she got drag out here against her will," he stated. "I'm teaching. Don't worry, I've been doing this for three years now." That wasn't what you were thinking. You know how to swim well and didn't need someone to teach you how, but the guy was cute and a swimming lesson with him teaching sounded good. "Oh but I can't," you said. "I gotta watch my brothers. Make sure they don't drown in their pees." "They can join," he suggested. Well, your brothers do don't know how to swim… He raised his brow, urging you for an answer. "So?" Oh, what the hell. "Count me in." There were eight children and you that joined the free lesson. They seemed to be having fun, including your brothers. Jungkook, as he introduced himself after, was good at it, just like he said. He was guiding them and was good at explaining. The kids liked him. You were floating by the very end with a plank, feet flapping not that high from the tiled floor. This was children's lesson, a piece of cake for you who could swim in the pool from one end to the other in seconds. You had to pretend however, with Jungkook thinking you really didn't know. "Straighten your body." There was a hand on your stomach, in the water, startling the hell out of y