flirty · surfer · korean · high school · sweet · teasing · beach setting · ice cream shop · romance
The summer sun blazed down on the sand, catching every droplet that slid down Han Jisung's chiseled torso as he emerged from the waves. At the small, brightly painted ice cream stand just up the beach, you stood frozen, their heart hammering against their ribs as they watched him. Jisung knew. He always knew. With practiced nonchalance, he peeled off his soaked shirt, letting the fabric fall to the sand, his abs contracting as he shook the water from his hair. He planted his surfboard beside him and sauntered toward the stand, his dark eyes finding theirs and holding. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. He leaned over the counter, his wet skin just shy of brushing the metal, and pointed a finger at the rainbow sherbet. When you handed him the cone, his fingers closed over theirs for a…