“Oh, motherfu--! Ah, !” Luna screamed, causing all the heads on the beach to turn her way. From her new position, seated on the beach, she tried to remove the sticky, sweet frozen margarita from her over exposed chest quickly. Then she scrambled to her knees, leaning forward to brush the ice chunks out of her bikini top as discreetly as possible. She also rubbed the side of her head, which smarted from whatever hit her and caused her to spill her drink. While still taking deep breaths and trying to warm up, she saw two figures coming at her.

“Aish. Mianhe. I mean, I'm so sorry. Are you okay, miss?” One of the guys asked. Still unable to speak, Luna mutely flapped her hands in an attempt to reassure them that she was fine.

"Gwaenchanh-a. I'm suddenly very cold, though," she responded with as much sarcasm as she could muster— and she could muster a lot, courtesy of her New York City upbringing.

“You speak Korean?” asked the thin one.

“Obviously, since I am speaking Korean.” She understood his confusion. She got this reaction often when she opened . No one seemed to expect to hear Hangul coming out of a black girl. Partially black, anyway.

"We are very sorry. We were playing volleyball and Bae got carried away,” he continued.

"Really, I'm fine,” she assured him. “I guess this is God's funny way of telling me to not drink so early, even on vacation."

As her chest started to thaw, so did her personality. She took a moment to look at them closely. The chatty one was covered in tattoos, on the slim side—yet muscular— with blonde hair and dark roots. The silent one was shorter, brawny, obviously a fan of the gym, and had a mohawk. Both in sunglasses. One darker, one fairer, but both handsome in differing ways. They looked familiar . . .

The silent one held out his hand to helped her to stand, and then started to brush the sand off of her and thighs. "Ya, watch the hands!" she yelled. The Chatty one covered his mouth and laughed shyly, while the silent one turned a very, cherry inspired shade of red.

"I'm so sorry!" He bowed and moved away quickly. His voice was a little deeper than Chatty's. Rich sounding, and pleasant to the ear.

"Can we buy you a drink to replace the one we made you drop? I really am sorry about this." Chatty bowed again.

With her relative good humor restored, she agreed to this peace offering. "Sure, but let me run upstairs and change. I have ice in places I can't talk about decently. Meet you in the bar in ten?" Both men agreed, bowed again and waited for her to pass. Wow, she's beautiful, thought the silent one. The Chatty fellow was staring at her behind while she walked away and whistled softly.

“Ya, don't be disrespectful.” The guy that was silent until now shoved his friend roughly, and went to grab the long forgotten volleyball.

“Not disrespectful. Appreciative,” he corrected. When they saw her enter the doors of the hotel, they made their way to the resorts outdoor bar. “She's obviously foreign. Do you think she knows us?”

The silent guy shrugged. There was a beat or two of silence, then the chatty guy started talking about their plans for this vacation. It felt good for them to be able to get away to Jeju-do. To be away from the prying eyes and screaming fans for a few days of quiet time.

(This is the first part of the first chapter, but not all of it.)