#50: beach
"One. Two. Three. Four --"
"What are you counting?" asks Baekhyun.
Pause for thought. "Countries I've been to," says Kyungsoo.
"I've known you your whole life. You've never been anywhere but here." Baekhyun puts the finishing touches to his artwork -- two mounds of sand over Kyungsoo's feet, granules filling the dips of his toenails.
"You're right, I lied." With much difficulty and a cracking grunt, Kyungsoo breaks out of the sand that Baekhyun has buried him in and lunges forward. "It's the number of times I'm gonna punch you."
"Ow, ow, fuck, Soo!" cries Baekhyun as Kyungsoo goes at it without mercy.
He's sweaty, sand sticking to his chest and legs, but Baekhyun doesn't complain as Kyungsoo wraps his arms around him and throws him to the ground. That also means Kyungsoo goes down with him back in the sand -- Kyungsoo isn't that strong -- and this close, well, Kyungsoo is counting again.
Five. Six. How many moles litter Baekhyun's face?
Is the stubble on his chin as gritty and addicting as the sand? Does the wind ruffle Baekhyun's hair and realise it can't get enough of it? Which one wins the wet and wild contest -- the sea or the inside of Baekhyun's mouth?
Kyungsoo has a mole on his lip. Three on his chin. If Kyungsoo is the king of moles, then Baekhyun is the God of it.
"Ugh, now I'm all covered in sand," grumbles Baekhyun as they stand, but it's Kyungsoo's knees he's cleaning. The sand that comes off Kyungsoo's skin sticks onto Baekhyun's wiping hands. Fruitless.
Kyungsoo's heart doesn't care. It just goes thump, thump, thump.
