seaside ➻ hansol x reader
genre: sappy fluff, written to warm your heart word count: 607
a/n: this is such a cute idea like um wow ... we are all: hansol lovers ! and thank u so much, more fluff is always on the way~ also thank u for requesting this anyway hehue my heart fluttered writing it. i hope u like this. it’s pretty short but sweet :^) - akemi
Your eyes dart open as someone lifts your sunglasses without a warning from their comfortable position on the bridge of your nose.
“You’re going to get a really stupid tan if you fall asleep like that,” your boyfriend’s voice scolds teasingly, flicking water from his fingertips onto your face before you can even begin to muster up a protest.
You can’t help but giggle, and give him a playful smack on the bare arm. “I wasn’t sleeping,” you assert, even though the day is so nice and the sun so comfortingly warm that you were definitely moments from dozing off. Sitting up, you sigh contentedly at the sunlit sky and turn to glance at Hansol in the beach chair beside you. Warm, sunny weather spent in each other’s company never fails to bring out the happiest in both of you.
His bleached blond hair is dripping beads of saltwater onto his shoulders and he’s smiling so big at you that you can see his entire perfect front row of teeth. It’s a smile that, even after seeing it almost every day for so long, still stirs up a warmth in your chest that causes your cheeks to heat up and your lovestruck heart to start racing. It’s a sight you never, ever want to forget.
But rather than sit there and think cheesy thoughts to yourself, you spring to your feet with a mischievous smile. The words, “Catch me, slowpoke!” leave your lips in a jumbled haste and you haven’t even finished the sentence before you take off, feet leaving messy, quick footprints in the sand behind you.
You take a look over your shoulder to see him, still grinning from ear to ear, leap up out of his seat and take off running in your wake. He’s already caught up to you before you’ve barely even stepped into the water. A surprised laugh bubbles up from deep in your throat as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and spins you both around in the ankle-deep water, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. “Caught ya.”
When you finally turn around -- still in his arms’ grasp -- he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a domestic gesture that only makes you smile wider. The kiss he then presses lovingly to your forehead is somehow both just long enough, and yet leaves you wanting another, even longer kiss. “How can you make me so happy just by existing?” It’s probably the sappiest question you’ve ever asked him out loud, but you mean it. You’ve been wondering what the answer is since the day you met. He pauses to take in the question earnestly and think about his answer. His exaggerated pensive look makes you roll your eyes (with loads of affection.)
“Well, I don’t really know,” he starts, “Maybe we were meant to be each other’s happiness. Like fate.” And the twinkling in his eyes as he says the last four-letter word, fate, as if it tastes like his favorite dessert is enough to make his answer the most perfect thing you could’ve asked for.
Despite the crowds of people milling about back on the shoreline, and the noisy families splashing about not very far from where you stand, they feel very far away. In fact, the beach suddenly feels like a place that only the two of you know exists. And a place you know the two of you can always come back to, so long as you remember it is here.