Summer Dream || Yoochun x Boa
Yoochun smiles and stretches his arms as he walks around the island, enjoying the hot weather. The sky was a solid, shockingly bright blue and the white clouds that crawled over the horizon were plump and white—a stark contrast to the rich colour around it. Today, the beach party had started, and to Yoochun, it didn’t seem like there could have been a better day for it. The cirque members collectively—though especially the leaders of the cirque—had put in a collective effort to make these next three days the best that they could. There was an entertainment system for music, a bonfire every night, a home-made volleyball net and cheap liquor. Though Yoochun was on his way to check out the volleyball net, he was definitely going to buy some of the cheap liquor. It might not necessarily be the best of quality, but it was cheap liquor and he hadn’t had a good drink in a long, long time. His alcohol tolerance was high (extraordinarily so, which he blamed on the amount of parties he’d attended in high school—sometimes he wondered how he managed to keep his grades up) so he didn’t think he’d get drunk, but he’d at least try. Why not? After all, it was a celebration.
He was alone on his way to the volleyball net. Though, he supposed, he wasn’t precisely alone because there were so many cirque members out and about enjoying the party. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen this many people outside when they weren’t performing. It made him wonder how many people were even going to be at the makeshift volleyball court. Then again, he mused, it was mid-morning so he supposed the majority of the cirque would either still be asleep—what with their lifestyle—or just arriving at the court now. At least, they would be if they had sense. The temperature would reach a ridiculous high, he could tell, with how warm it was now—the sun wasn’t at its highest yet, after all. Not that it really mattered to Yoochun much how many people would be there. Mostly, he was curious to see how well the net had been constructed. He’d played a bit of volleyball in gym class in high school. Though he hadn’t been on the team, he’d had a friend who was. They'd often played casual games together, and Yoochun liked to think he was at least familiar with the sport--though, he admitted, that had been some time ago. He wasn't sure if he remembered much. He smiled. But that's what the net was for, right? Having fun, whether you could play or not.
That in mind, Yoochun continued on his way to the net. He had wanted to invited Changmin out so they could check out the party together but, as usual, his friend was nowhere in sight. He'd long since come to peace with his friend's often absence. Changmin was often described as extraordinarily difficult to get out of his house (or, in this case, his cottage or tent), and Yoochun wholeheartedly agreed. There wasn't really much a person could do about it. If Changmin wanted to come out of his residence, he would. If he didn't want to, he wouldn't. Simple as that. Maybe he'd try to coax him out later, but right now he wanted to get to that volleyball court. Perhaps he'd even see some of his other cirque friends there. If not, he was sure he could find some companions in some of the other cirque members there. It could be because of their abilities, their shared oddities, or it could simply be becase they were stuck together, stuck working together, but almost all the cirque membersYoochun had met so far had been nothing but friendly and welcoming. And, if there weren't too many people already there, he might even be able play a few games right away. The thought brought a smile to his face, and he briefly wondered what it would be like to play on a team when everybody on it had some kind of strange ability. He gave a wry grin, and thought that it would probably put a interesting twist on the game, to say the least.
Hearing some shouts and the slap of a ball, Yoochun picked up his pace. The volleyball net was nearby, and it sounded like there were some cirque members already playing. He spared a brief, mournful thought at the fact that Changmin wasn't around to play--his height would make him the envy of all the teams--and jogged the rest of the way to the tent. He could definitely see some cirque members hanging around, but it didn't seem that there were many people playing. Only one or two people were actually on the court, and Yoochun wondered if it was a one-vs-one game or if there was some kind of elimination based tournament going on. As he approached the sand and the net, Yoochun nodded in greeting at the other cirque members watching the game and bent down to slip his flip flops off. It was easier to play beach volleyball if you weren't wearing shoes--at least, it was in Yoochun's experience. Wearing any kind of shoe gave less traction and also proved to be a distraction when sand either got into your shoe or the flip flop got buried under the weight of the sand because of the quick movements and how, to move quickly, you have to dig your feet into the low ground. Besides, warm sand always felt nice on your feet, especially with the ocean so near by to cool off.
It was when Yoochun was bending down to pick up his flip flops that he felt the impact of, presumably, the volleyball hitting the back of his head. It sent him tumbling to the ground and his hands shot up to clutch his head. He clenched his eyes shut and groaned at the pain of the impact. "Ow..." Not exactly what I'd expected when I got here.
