August {I} Salt Air
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 5.6K
Summary: Your family has gone to Lake Augusta every August since before you were born. 10 summers ago, the arrival of a new Kim family shook up your existence, and future.
Notes: Look, I love a summer romp starring Kim Taehyung. Sue me.
Listen: August, Taylor Swift; Long Hot Summer, Keith Urban; Slide, Calvin Harris feat. Frank Ocean & Migos; This Must Be the Place, Sure Sure (Talking Heads Cover);
Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead
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August, 10 Summers Ago
There’s a stillness on Lake Augusta, before the hordes of people begin jet skiing, boating and tubing crash through it. It’s glassy smooth, deep blue and murky with seaweed and an invasive species of lake weeds. It expands for miles, the largest lake in the state, home to numerous resorts, personal and time-shared cabins, a coastline that stretches around almost all of the lake and home to a quaint, small town full of charm. Every year it waits for summer to breathe life back into it, to expand its holdings to be full of happiness, sunscreen and a few heartbreaks. It’s home away from home for many people. Not just a summer getaway, but a place to find oneself once again.
The town stretches on for maybe five blocks, with little shops selling nearly identical goods flush to each other. Each is painted its own pastel or neon shade, bright and calling in the friendly customers and new faces. The dirt road seeps into your shoes no matter how hard you try to avoid the dust, making certain shoes impossible to wear anywhere but at the lake. Everyone shop owner knows every shop owner, and they call to each other as they open their stores each morning. Shops shift every summer, the few boutiques selling overpriced goods often go under before the following year, the summer town desolate in the fall and winter. The few snowbirds come through town but want nothing to do with summer fair, and thus shops change management and names but rarely change the goods they sell.
It’s all cute and quaint, with the only relative drama coming from said shops switching management.
That is, the adult world is hardly any drama.
It’s the teenagers, and young adults that wreak havoc on the whole town, turning the peaceful pirate themed mini golf into the perfect place for clandestine meetings of exes, joint trading and conspicuous pictures being taken. They run town, and in turn their drama seeps into everyone’s summer jobs. The people running mini golf have always had suspiciously loose lips, trading secrets with the golf caddies at Gunner’s, who tell their girlfriends that work in Twix, Madras Plaid, and the sweet shop The Confectioners Corner. They then spread it to their friends who work at the resorts, Draven’s and Coral Mist (more on them later), who text and call and soon everyone, even the dockers who are only 13, know.
It’s an incestuous gossip hole, where secrets are hard to keep, and secret relationships rarely remain that way by summers end.
But it’s here, in August, that everything somehow coalesces and finds both you, and both Kim families, at the lake.
You have come to this cottage since before you were born. A property your moms bought when they had just gotten married, they’ve fixed it up year after year until it was absolutely perfect, AC included. It’s winterized, though you rarely make the four-hour drive from your house to the cabin when there’s a threat of snow. But some Christmases, and New Year’s, have been spent inside the walls. It’s a modest, two and a half bedrooms, two bath single story cottage with a stretch of sand and a lengthy dock. All the swimming gear stays locked in the wooden shed just adjacent to the house, and the pontoon sits readily waiting for rides around the lake, to dinners at Arnie’s and Bar Harbor.
This is your home, and so is the cottage next door, the home of the Kim’s.
Seokjin and his twin Namjoon, and your best friend and coconspirator, Eun-Ji (everyone calls her EJ), their parents bought the cottage the same time as your moms and raised you almost in tandem. Seokjin and Namjoon, a few years older, have never once looked at you or your brother, except the one time they were told to babysit and naturally didn’t. They’ve always been lost in their own lives, even as kids, they have a bond that’s unbreakable largely due to their shared womb experience. But EJ, now EJ has done nothing but pay attention to you. A friendship forged over having brothers, you’ve spent every summer together. The worst is always June and July, when the Kim’s are up at the cabin and due to your moms’ jobs, are stuck in the city without EJ.
This summer will be different. You both of scored summer jobs. Yours at The Confectioner’s Corner, EJ’s at Pirate’s Treasure Chest. You’ll both be working odd times, evenings and weekends, but somehow, you’re going to make this the best summer. You’re about to turn 15, ready to start high school…. This would be your summer. You’re sure of it.
“If you don’t hurry up and take the cooler in, all the food will be spoiled,” your mom scolded from the porch of the cottage. She stood with her foot in the door and a hand on her him, watching with scrutinizing eyes as you and your brother struggled to carry the large cooler up the walkway.
“We’re coming, it’s really heavy,” your brother, Alex, complained.
“Yeah, did you put an entire pig in here?” You asked.
“Stop complaining, you want to eat, don’t you?” She asked rolling her eyes.
“Of course, we do,” your mama called from the car, sticker her head out to meet her wife’s gaze. “Stop giving them hell because you’re hungry. Eat a snack, Jackie.”
Your mom rolled her eyes and took the few steps to come and help you and Alex.
“Can I go –
“YOU’RE HERE!” A voice bellows from somewhere between the trees. Thankfully your mom picked up the handle of the cooler because you dropped your side swiftly and took off running towards the voice.
“I AM!” You screamed, arms wrapping around EJ.
“I thought you were never going to get here!” EJ said, hugging you tight. “I’ve been stuck with my brothers for too long and I have needed you.”
“You have a cellphone,” You reminded her.
“You know my house is a total dead zone.”
It was a well-known fact that the Kim’s cottage, ten times larger than your family’s, has the worst internet and wifi connection on the whole lake. Well maybe not the whole lake, but at least this stretch of beach. You’ve texted and called EJ only to have them bounce back or not go through at all. It’s a nightmare.
“I know, but still. You don’t have to suffer any longer because I am here.”
“Y/N,” your mama called. “Help unpack or you’re grounded for two days.”
You stared at your mama in disbelief, two days? The beginning of August meant the small fair and carnival was happening, and with work not starting until Tuesday, you had all weekend and Monday to play, eat cotton candy and try to win cheap stuffed animals.
“Mama!” You groaned and stomped over to the car to help unpack.
“I’ll help too!” EJ declared as she took a bag of groceries from the trunk. The cooler was full, and being in the middle of nowhere, your moms had stocked up on the essential city items: almond milk, oat milk, gluten free waffles, bagels and bread, the good wine they loved, and Costco sized containers of meat. It wasn’t just that your parents and the Kim’s had become adults in tandem, it was that they raised you in tandem. Seokjin and Namjoon came over to eat at your house, talking to your mom and harassing Alex, almost every night. You too went to theirs. And thus, your moms had to buy Costco sized packages of meat to feed not one growing boy, but three.
EJ stops dead in her steps as she enters the kitchen, because of course Seokjin has already beaten her to it.
“Ugh, you,” she commented.
“Ew, you,” Jin said back. He was busy unpacking groceries into the fridge, your mom filling the pantry and cabinets with fresh food.
“Did you come in the back way?” EJ asked, snark in her tone.
“I did, smarter huh?” Jin teased.
“You’re the worst.”
“No fighting,” Your mom said. “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and I’m not starting my vacation with the two Kim’s bickering. My own kids –
“We are your kids too!” Namjoon said, poking his head in from the living room where he was setting up the router and powering up all the electronics.
“My biological kids have already been fighting. I don’t need additional bickering. Got it?”
“You need a drink,” Mama said coming in with the last of the carload. “Kids, go unpack.”
“Okay!” You agreed happily and tugged EJ’s hand along to your bedroom, where someone (probably Seokjin) had already placed your suitcase. Your room at the cottage was desperately smaller than your room at home, a single bed instead of a double, it’s soft white walls welcomed you every time you stepped into it. EJ had no trouble plopping on your bed.
“So, wanna hear the gossip?” She asked, eyebrows raising.
“Yes! I’ve missed out on two months of it. What has been going on?”
“Well, the big news is, the house two doors down from you,” EJ pointed, albeit in the wrong direction, to where the house was.
“The one that got demoed and rebuilt?”
It was hot gossip – who had torn down and built up a brand-new cottage? Who had threatened to change the landscape of the shore by creating a modern home? Who were these mysterious people?
“Yeah, duh them. They move in this week and get this, they have a son that’s also going to be a freshman in high school and, the craziest part,” EJ paused, leaning closer to you. “Their last name is Kim!”
“Whoa, another Asian family?” You sat down, staring shocked at her.
It was enough that you and Alex, biracial and clearly brown, with your two moms, was more than enough diversity for the small town. Then of course, there was the Kim’s and their three, very Korean children. And now, another Asian family was moving in. Never had there been this many non-white people living here.
“Isn’t it crazy?”
“Yeah, we have to like, be friends with them, don’t we?” You asked.
“Yes, because Jin and Joon are already annoyed someone else named Kim is moving in. They think everyone is going to be confused and think we’re related.”
“Wouldn’t that make people think you’re related, more?”
“That’s what my dad argued before he said that not wanting to be friends with them was anti-American, which sent Joon into a total spiral and mom sent him to his room.”
Ah, yes. The three Kim children have their own rooms in the lake house.
“It’s crazy that a Korean family is moving in, like that doesn’t happen. Not here.” You said, carefully taking the folded shirts out of your suitcase and placing them in their designated drawer, the second from the top.
“No, but maybe more people are buying houses out here? My mom said things are changing.”
“How would your mom know?” You asked.
“She’s on the board of the town beautification project or whatever and working on dealing with the invasive species that are in the lake,” EJ said.
“They’re not like, dangerous to humans, are they?”
“Relax, if they were Seokjin would’ve turned into a red puss ball by now.”
You laughed. “Can you imagine?”
“I can, it happens when he eats too much garlic. It’s very funny and apparently can kill him.”
“What’s the other gossip?” You wanted to keep the conversation moving. EJ, much like Namjoon, can get stuck on a subject and circle around it for hours.
“According to sources I cannot confirm –
That was lake code for “someone told me something they weren’t supposed to and now I’m telling you though I’m not supposed to”.
“Uh-huh,” you said.
“Maia is planning on losing her kissing virginity to Eric by end of summer.” EJ whispered, voice nearly rising loud enough to be heard outside your bedroom.
“Whoa,” you said, sitting back and staring at her. “She likes him like that?”
“I guess.”
“I thought she was into Matty,” you said.
“I did too, but then she came in this summer with boobs and straight hair, and I don’t know. They play mini golf at least once a week.”
“Whoa.”
EJ leaned in again, voice even quieter than before. “Apparently, Matty and Katherine have done under the shirt stuff too.”
“Whoa!” You said, making sure your door was closed so your moms didn’t hear anything. You sat down next to her, legs crossed, staring. “You’re joking.”
“Cross my heart on Fearless, I am not.”
“Oh my god,” you said. That was a serious vow, EJ loved Taylor Swift.
“Yeah. And apparently some of the older kids are throwing a rager next weekend when Roman’s parents are out of town. Like a real party, with beer.” She was so glad you were finally here to tell this information to because the bad reception and likelihood her parents would look at her texts meant that she couldn’t send you a message. But this was huge. Parents never go out of town, and kids who throw parties while they are away, always get caught. Always. There isn’t a parent in this section of shore that wouldn’t go over immediately and shut it down, or worse, call the sheriff with noise complaints.
“How do you know that?” You asked.
“I have my ways,” EJ said. Which was really a code for, I eavesdrop on my brothers.
“How could I have missed so much?” You asked, laying back on your bed.
“I don’t know, but once you start work, I’m sure you’ll hear so much gossip you’ll be filling me in.” She confided.
“I hope so. I just hope –
“None of it is about you, I know. Your deepest fear.”
“Exactly.”
“Are we going to the fair tomorrow?” EJ asked, standing to look through the new clothes you’d brought with you.
“Yeah, but not until like two because we don’t want to seem, like, eager.”
“We’re high school freshman,” EJ said, like it carried weight or magnitude in your current situation.
“That means we’re at the bottom of the totem pole, again.” You reminded her.
EJ scoffed. “We’re always going to be at the bottom with that attitude.”
“At least while your brothers are around, we will be.”
“So true, I can’t wait until they go to college.”
“A few more years,” you said, resigned to experiencing the summer in the shadow of EJ’s hulking older brothers.
Seokjin and Namjoon, fraternal twins born five minutes apart, are like night and day. Seokjin has always been the sun, willing to help, kind to everyone but introverted to a fault. He’s the favorite caddy of all the summer hires, requested by the high-profile club members, he’s kind and welcoming, always known for sharing an uproariously funny joke or two. But outside of Gunner’s, Jin stays to himself, doing his schoolwork, studying in the summer for his upcoming standardized tests, reading college required reading and making sure EJ stays in line. He might be the sun, but he carries no social clout and thus tries not to be outshone by Namjoon, something he fails at at the lake.
Namjoon, student body president and assistant summer manager at Draven’s Resort, he works in mysterious ways. Clumsy and prone to accidents (he’s definitely broken a bone sitting on the dock), he knows what’s happening at every single business and clique of friends in town. How? No one really knows, but his penchant for being found both behind all the stores (the area they call the mall), and somehow never being seen anywhere but work and his parents’ house, has led the towns youth to create so many rumors about him he can’t keep straight what’s true and what isn’t. He isn’t above it all, in any sort of way. In fact, he’s always been a little lost in who he is when he’s up here. At home he’s totally fine, self-assured and aware of who he is and what he does. But here? He’s both Namjoon Kim, second son of the Kim’s, and Namjoon Kim, mysterious perpetually single yet dashing intellectual who is always injured. Neither identity feels true. If it was up to him, he’d be a bit more like Seokjin, who is the same at the lake as he is at home. Or EJ, who doesn’t ever seem to doubt who she is becoming.
The Lake Augusta Country Fair comes through once a summer, in August always, and brings with it a host of outsiders and new job opportunities. The businesses around town hire extra teens, and you’re considered lucky if you don’t have to work the weekend of the big fair. Seokjin and Namjoon always work it, their personalities and penchant for big tips always makes the guests spend more money, so they only get to go in the evenings. EJ is too new to be kept on at Mini Golf for the weekend, and thus she and you are on your way with Alex in tow.
The fair is like any state fair, carnivals rides, a Ferris wheel, elephant ears, are all a part of the excitement. No one in town sells shoestring fries quite like the carts available that weekend. And, the thrilling part of the entire fair, the water park. The water park is the best part of the fair. A small wave pool, five large water slides that all pour into the same pool, and a surf simulator are the most popular of the attractions. But the lazy river, which extends the entire perimeter of the water park is truly the best place to be. Not only do the non-working teenagers gossip there, it's where first dates are held, college students get drunk, and pre-teens get to experience freedom away from their parents.
It’s there that you see him – soft eyes, one mono-lid, big and brown and staring at you. He smiles shyly, staring at you before looking away quickly.
“Hey,” you said to EJ. “Who is that?”
“Who?” she asked, looking to the spot where you were gesturing.
“That guy, black hair, he looks about our age,” you said.
“I don’t see him.”
“Oh,” you shook your head, maybe you imagined it.
“It’s our turn, come one,” EJ said and grabbed your hand, pulling you and your tube towards the entrance of the lazy river.
Dinner at the fair is a cornucopia of fried foods and grease covered side dishes. Mac & Cheese balls, corn dogs, fries, topped off with ice cold coke and a root beer float, or fried ice cream with a fried Oreo on top, are the best of the options you and EJ can pick.
It’s in picking up your root beer floats that you spot him again, honeyed skin, boxy grin, staring at what looks like his younger sister. He glanced up and you glanced away, unsure what the moment was, if anything. But you couldn’t forget the way your heart raced, how you wanted to talk to him, know him, wave and say hello to him. But you didn’t. You grabbed your treats and went back to EJ.
“I saw that kid again.” You told her.
“Really?” She asked. It was unusual to see the same person again, the fair brought in thousands of locals.
“Yes really, I think he has a little sister.”
“Okay, stalker much.”
“I’m not stalking, I just happened to see him again.” You said.
“Did you say something?” She asked.
“No.”
“Well how are you going to give him your kissing virginity if you don’t talk to him?”
“Oh my god EJ!” You said hitting her arm. “I’m not doing that.”
“And why not?” She asked.
“I don’t even know him. He could live a town over and never come back after today, I’m not going to give my kissing virginity to someone I don’t even know.”
“Whatever you say,” EJ teased.
The thing is, what you didn’t realize and refused to acknowledge even now, is that EJ was completely right. And you absolutely would.
The saccharine smell of sugar, homemade fudge and fresh waffle cones waft through the doorway of The Confectioners Corner, the towns only sweet shop. It’s painted sky blue with yellow, pink and white polka dots. The branding is very Dylan’s Candy Bar if Dylan’s went rural summer destination. It’s owned by Greg and Donna, two lifers who spend their fall and winters in the city running some clothing boutique, which apparently does well enough that they built a million-dollar lake getaway. They hire a group of teens every summer to run their candy store while they’re busy making the candy. Fresh fudge nearly every day, decadent malted milk balls and designer gummies from top notch suppliers fill the shelves. It’s heaven for kids, and the most coveted place to work outside of Pirate’s Treasure Chest Mini Golf.
The only reason you’re working there that summer was because Alexis had to go home early to prepare for college, she’s going to UC San Diego and has to pack up her entire life to move. Which meant Greg and Donna had one single opening for the month of August, and with the recommendations from Seokjin and Namjoon, the spot was yours.
Stepping into the shop on your first day, you maneuvered through the crowd of people buying gummy worms and cookies and cream fudge to the back where you’re meant to sign in. It’s busy, as to be expected for noon on a Tuesday when the temperature is over 80 degrees. In the back is Shannon, the manager, waiting patiently for you to show up.
“There you are Y/N!” She said with a smile. “Finally, here’s your apron. Toss it on and wash your hands, then the three of us will get started.”
“Three?” You asked, looking around for a third person to join in your training.
“Three,” a voice said behind you, causing you to turn and stare.
Of course, in the perfect rom-com moment that could only happen at Confectioners Corner, it was him. The boy from the fair. He was much taller when he was standing two feet from you, and his eyes somehow gentler than you realized when squinting in the hot sun. he was… cute. Too cute to be back here working in the ice cream section. He should be working on the golf course or at the resort being a lifeguard. Not relegated to the back section of the candy shop.
“Y/N, this is Taehyung. He’s new, too,” Shannon said and tossed the blonde hair dripping down her back into a messy top knot.
Shannon had worked summers at the candy shop every year of high school, and somehow came back the first two summers in college too. She was 20, lean from playing club volleyball and tan from sunning on the shore in her off hours. Two years ago, she nearly ruined her reputation over a relationship with the lead caddy over at Gunner’s. It had been the hottest gossip of the whole summer. Craig had been a year older, and after taking Shannon to prom his senior year, they started dating. That is until he broke up with her over a game of mini-golf and nearly ruined her life with the scandal. Craig’s family sold their property and bought a home on a lake twenty miles away, and no one’s heard from them since.
Shannon is beloved by Greg and Donna, who view her as their fourth child and entrust the business to her every summer without fail.
“I saw you, at the fair,” you said, staring at Taehyung.
“Yes, I saw you too.”
“Taehyung, are you the new Kim family that moved into Pebble Beach Road?”
“How’d you know that?” He asked.
“I live next door, the little navy cottage.”
“Next to that huge house with the loud boys, right?”
“Yeah, next to them.”
“We haven’t been here long enough to know anyone, but I think I’ve seen you.”
The idea that he had seen you before you saw him made you dizzy. Had he known when you locked eyes at the fair that you were neighbors? Did he already know you’d be working together for the rest of summer?
“You should come over sometime, meet everyone,” you were unsure where this bravery came from.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, surprised.
“Yeah, you should. The guys are idiots, but EJ and I are fun, and my brother Alex is always looking for someone to go tubing or swimming with.”
“I’ve got a sister and a brother, they’d probably like all that too.”
“Cool,” you said.
“Yeah, cool.”
“Okay, now that you two know each other, let’s get started,” Shannon said.
It turns out scooping ice cream is harder than it looks, particularly because The Confectioner’s Corner keeps the ice cream a little past freezing, making it almost rock solid. Taehyung already has natural muscles, some from dancing and whatever sports he plays during the school year. You on the other hand, are fairly strong from swim team and volleyball. But by weeks end you’re both exhausted, barely peddling home on your bikes.
It’s routine, whenever you work together and are heading off at the same time, you ride together. Your moms and Taehyung’s parents are happy that each of you has a buddy, and it does make the often-sweltering ride so much nicer. Taehyung is sweet, and funny, and a little off kilter in a way that makes him exciting to be with.
“You wanna come for a swim?” You asked at the end of your morning shifts. 8AM-12PM is a sweet time to work because you hardly get a rush but then get the rest of the afternoon to swim, play and be nearly 15 years old.
“Oh, sure!”
“EJ has the day off, so she’ll be around, and of course Alex too. I think one of EJ’s brother’s is off too… I hope it isn’t Seokjin.”
“You don’t like him?” Taehyung asked as he hung his apron up.
“Everyone likes Seokjin. Everyone.”
“Not you?”
“He’s so… obnoxious. He teases me all the time and just, he sucks. Namjoon is much more likable.”
That was in no way true, in fact the crush you had on Seokjin was so buried deep within you that not even EJ knew. You didn’t really know, either, keeping it all locked up inside you… burying it because what would happen? Seokjin was seventeen! What did a seventeen-year-old want with a barely fifteen-year-old? And it wouldn’t be romantic like in The Princess Diaries, it would be weird and creepy because he’s almost an adult and you…. well, you hadn’t even started high school.
“Oh, I get that.”
“I’m gonna head home to eat lunch and then go out – wanna meet in an hour?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Okay, you can just cross the beach to mine, I’ll be outside,” you smiled at him, excited for EJ to finally meet him.
“Sounds perfect.”
“I gotta stop by the store on my way home, otherwise I’d ride with you,” you told him. Taehyung nodded and took off through town and turned right at the stop light.
You hadn’t given yourself enough time. The store was a ten-minute bike ride from work, and then a twenty-minute ride to your house from the store. And of course, it took longer at the store to get the tomatoes and lettuce and whatever alternative to mayo your mama wanted for BLTs that night, and then cobb salads the next day. By the time you were meant to be on the beach, you were barely getting into your swimsuit let alone eating. You ran out the door to the beach with your turkey sandwich in hand, and stood slightly breathlessly as EJ and Taehyung made their respective ways to you.
“Why haven’t you eaten?” EJ demanded, staring at you with confusion in her eyes. “Weren’t you done like an hour ago?”
“I had to stop at the store to get dinner stuff.”
“Couldn’t your moms do that?” She asked.
“Moms?” Taehyung repeated as he finally made his way to you.
“I have two moms. They’re chill,” you explained.
“Oh,” Taehyung said.
“Taehyung, this is EJ.”
“Hi, nice to me-
“Aish! What are you doing?” Namjoon’s voice came booming from the dock across from yours. Wasn’t he supposed to be working today?
“Ya, why are you touching our sister?” Came Seokjin’s voice from the porch of their house. He met Namjoon halfway and came walking together towards the trio you had formed.
“Calm down jerks,” you said. “This is Taehyung, he lives next door, and we work together. I invited him, and his siblings to come and swim this afternoon. Chill,” you said.
“No, we won’t chill,” Namjoon said as he laughed and elbowed his twin. “So, you’re Taehyung.”
“Uh, yes?”
“The newest Kims,” Seokjin said taking in the sight of Taehyung.
“I guess? Are you guys’ Kim’s too?”
“We are, the original Kim’s on Lake Augusta,” Namjoon answered.
“Oh, well that’s super cool!” Taehyung said with a shy smile.
“So where do you live?”
“Yeah, you local?”
“No, we came here because my mom used to as a kid, and she wanted us to experience it.”
“Why weren’t you here all summer?” Jin wanted to know.
“My mom saves her PTO and some sick days to take most of a month off and it’s always August,” Taehyung explained.
“That’s fair,” Namjoon and Seokjin agreed.
“What are your thoughts on Glee?” Jin asked.
“Or P!nk?”
“Why?” Taehyung asked.
“Enough go away!” EJ declared pushing her brothers away. “You can do your weird protective spying from the dock. Leave us alone.”
“Just one last question,” they said, stopping and maneuvering out of EJ’s weak grasp.
“What?” You groaned.
“What are your intentions with our sister and sister from another mister?” Namjoon asked. Seokjin laughed, high pitched and squeaky before EJ charged at them and they ran back to their posts on the dock.
“Those are?” Taehyung started.
“My older brothers. Sorry they’re incompetent jerks.”
“Why were they asking about P!nk?”
“We’re really obsessed with her.”
“Oh,”
“Did you siblings want to come and join us?” You asked Taehyung.
“They’re eating and then they got in trouble, so they have chores to do. My parents are not happy.”
“You don’t live around here, do you?” EJ asked him as she led you guys towards the dock. She sat dangling her feet off the edge while you finished your rushed sandwich.
“No, we flew in and then drove.”
“How old are your siblings?”
“My sister is twelve and my brother is nine,” Taehyung said, then he did what he knew you and EJ weren’t expecting: he slid right off the dock and into the water, disappearing completely before his head came bobbing to the surface.
“Oh my god!” EJ laughed. “You scared me!”
You just stared at him, smiling, because somewhere you knew… this was going to be the first of many times Taehyung Kim surprised you.
The rest of summer passed in a haze of swims in the lake, mini golf tournaments that Taehyung always won, and enough ice cream scooping to turn you and Taehyung into pros. It was a perfect summer, your very own The Summer I Turned Pretty which is all you and EJ had wished and prayed for.
Your final evening, you sat out on your dock, the Adirondack chairs your moms bought perfectly placed on the edge just so your legs dangled barely above the water, Taehyung in the chair next to you. You'd spent a lot of days, and nights, sitting with bug repellent on and Taehyung by your side, EJ on the other Adirondack. But she’d gone home yesterday because her brothers had clubs and coursework to begin for their senior years, not to mention SATs to finish studying for and college applications to perfect. Your moms sat in the screened in, air-conditioned porch, watching your and Taehyung’s shadows as you gazed up at the stars, totally unaware of what you talked about.
“I’m kind of scared,” you said, gazing up at the big dipper.
“I am too.”
“What if I can’t find my classes? Or am late?”
“I think everyone has those concerns,” Taehyung said.
“I hope so. Orientation is going to be so weird. But I’m kind of, excited?”
“I am too. I don’t know if I’ll know anyone, though.” He said.
“Really? Because you moved?” You asked.
“Yeah, and whatever my friends were before we moved to Seoul and then back have probably all moved on and don’t care about me anymore.” Taehyung explained.
“Can we promise something?” You hoped, eyes pulling from the stars to look at his profile.
“Yeah,” Taehyung said, mimicking your posture.
A crush was what he had on you, little and quiet, something brewing in his chest. You’d spent nearly every day working together at The Confectioners Corner, and afternoons and evenings together too. He’d become your second-best friend after EJ, and somehow… he’d started finding your company a little dizzying. His heart racing whenever you smiled at him, excitement when you started listening to a song he recommended. It was exciting, and he… he was going to miss you and EJ when you left for home.
“Can we promise that on August 1st, next summer, we’ll meet here at 9PM?”
“So specific,” Taehyung teased.
“Well, I’m not getting a phone until my birthday, and neither are you, so it’s not like we can text. You’ll just have to promise.”
“Pinky promise?” Taehyung said.
“Yes,” you stuck your thumb towards him.
“Okay, Y/N, I promise.”
Next: August {2}
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