The shoreline was beautiful as always, the sun still in the sky as the clock indicated the evening hours approaching and Qiuyue’s business was dragging along like a summer’s day. Owning a surfboard stall had its perks, you got to see a lot of people and had the constant scent of the ocean close by, but the pay wasn’t all the great when you looked at it and often, business could be like days like today. Qiuyue leaned against the counter of the shop gazing at the waves crashing onto the beach, it was nice, serene even.

Until his face came into her line of vision.

“Hundredth number of the day. Ladies and gentlemen, I Wu Yifan have hit an all new record.”

Qiuyue rolled her eyes, fixing the surfboard Yifan had successfully managed to knock over. Yifan’s grin didn’t falter. Qiuyue yawned as Yifan looked at her expectantly.

“You’re crazy Yifan.”

“You mean I drive girls crazy.” He cocked his eyebrow as Qiuyue fought the urge to roll her eyes again.

“Don’t you have some life-guard work to do?”

“Yeah, look, one hundred numbers. All in a day’s work.” He grinned, scrolling through his phone while displaying it to Qiuyue who simply didn’t look like she cared.

“You can’t even get a single number I’m sure.” He smirked.

“I don’t need the numbers of harebrained people who just want to be booty called.” Was the response from the girl who was tidying the shelves at the back, not giving two hoots for the glare she was getting from Yifan.

“You’re just jealous,” Yifan leaned against the counter, toppling over the water bottles lined there.

“Wu Yifan! What the hell!” Qiuyue yelled as Yifan grabbed her hand.

“Let’s go! I’m going to teach you how to get numbers.” He declared, completely ignoring the torrent of abuses coming in his direction as he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it into the shop. He ran past a group of girls, all dressed up in their fanciest bikinis winking and flexing before diving into the water. Qiuyue vaguely heard giggles and whispers from the girls and groaned.

“I’m so done with you Wu Yifan.” She grumbled, returning to the shop.

Yifan returned as the sun moved towards the west, proudly flaunting his phone which held the numbers of four more girls. Qiuyue had reset the bottles and carefully held him away as he tried to lean onto the counter again she tossed his shirt back at him as he pulled it over his head.

“Four more.” He gloated as Qiuyue smirked.

“Couldn’t seduce all the ladies?”

Yifan puffed his chest out “of course I can, I can seduce any woman. Why I can seduce even you!”

Qiuyue crossed her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows. There was no way in hell this Benben would be able to seduce her. He was stupid and ridiculously cheesy and everything that was quite funny in the world.

“Bring it.” She declared as Yifan’s idiotic grin turned into a more serious expression. His eyes raised to meet hers and a sudden strange feeling dawned over Qiuyue.

Was he even capable of such an expression? Were his eyes really that deep? He smells like the ocean. Too close. Breathe. Oh god. Breaths mingling, lips nearly…

“Hi!” a voice chirped up as the two parted instantly. Qiuyue quickly put on her business smile before turning to an average heighted customer with long curly hair.

“How can I help you?” Qiuyue smiled as Yifan glared at the young lady for interrupting. Flustered by the glare, she rattled off a list of things that made Qiuyue’s eyes turn into dollar signs. Wow this customer was bringing in the cash. Rushing around the shop, she got everything together and returned to see the customer now had her man candy hugging her from behind.

“Donghae!”

“Couldn’t wait any longer!” he mumbled into her hair as she paid and grabbed the plastic bag of things only to be carried away by said Donghae, still under Yifan’s glare.

“This is awesome!” Qiuyue cheered counting the cash as Yifan’s gaze fell on her. Oh, he’d going to have to up his game.

And thus Yifan’s wonderful attempts were thwarted multiple times. Once when his sister decided to call him halfway through his attempt at hugging Qiuyue from the back. Then there was that idiot who threw a beach volleyball at him as he locked eyes with her again. Nothing, absolutely nothing was working and the sun had already gone down.

“Gotta started packing up then,”Qiuyue began, only to have Yifan raise his hand up and helping her push the surfboards back in. Turning, he locked the door and sent her a smoldering look. Qiuyue froze, backing up as Yifan slowly made his way to her, gaze not leaving hers as he trapped her against the shelf.

Too close again.  She could see his Adam’s apple bobbing and could feel their breaths mingling as she leaned back, head hitting the automatically inflating floaties stored in the shelf. They came tumbling down, exploding and expanding into long inflatable tubes. Grabbing hold of one she began assaulting the poor confused boy with it.

“You are so creepy!” she punctuated her words with a whack from the tube as he reached over to grab one himself.

“Excuse me, I would have won if it hadn’t been for all those customers and other people.” He responded, defending himself with a tube. This wasn’t seduction, this was war. Thus, the two spent most of closing down time at war, with inflatable tubes.

Qiuyue woke the next morning to calls from Yifan asking her to come to the beach as soon as she could. Running down groggily she spotted the tall boy standing there with a tube of sunscreen and a ridiculous smile on his face.

“You’re on sunscreen duty with me!”

“I did not sign up for this.” She groaned, still quite sleepy as he squeezed the cold cream onto her hands. Once they had rubbed down everybody present with sunscreen, the two sat down watching the waves and the sun slowly climbing up onto the sky. Yifan leaned over.

“So, did I succeed in seduction?”

“No, you succeeded in being an idiot with nice abs.” Qiuyue rambled, still rather sleepy.

“What did you say?” Yifan stared, as Qiuyue shook her head.

“Nothing.”

“You said I have nice abs,” he grinned as her head shaking became more violent. Leaning over he whispered “why don’t you coat them with some sunscreen then?”

She turned red as he handed her the tube, slowly pulling his shirt up, giving her a first class view of the ripped muscles on his abdomen. Grasping her wrist, he pressed her sunscreen covered palm onto them as he watched her eyes widen in shock. Gritting his teeth as her palms hesitantly moved over them, he unconsciously flexed, watching her attempting to control her jaw from dropping. Their eyes met as her fingers trailed over the ridges of the muscles and somehow they leaned towards each other. It was too early in the morning for disturbances and Yifan was glad.

They weren’t sure who it was that covered the distance, but for some reason, their lips were against each other’s moving in sync as Yifan’s hands trailed up her sides, pulling her onto his lap, so she was straddling him. Her hands moved over the muscular chest, the white cream streaking onto the ridges and curves of the muscles as they kissed, lips moving furiously against each other’s, tongues being added into the game and hands beginning to wander as Yifan wondered through all the fireworks in his brain so who had seduced who?

All he knew was his phone book no longer needed those two hundred and four numbers.

Because he had the one he wanted.

Oh the things that happen at the beach.

Dreams come true :P

Based on leadah's dream :3