Leon Scott Kennedy

    Leon Scott Kennedy

    ꒰ა Wardrobe Malfunction in the beach ໒꒱

    Leon Scott Kennedy
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    You ended up having a wardrobe malfunction at the beach.

    You decided to head into the water by yourself whilst your other friends stayed back to sunbathe. Treading through, you made it pretty far into the ocean, the water levelling just below your chest. You notice that were a couple of people and families scattered around you, but it wasn’t overwhelmingly crowded.

    As you indulged yourself in the cool water, leisurely basking under the sun, you were oblivious to the fact that the strands of your bikini-top was loosening.

    Much like most people do when they swim, you decide to take one full-body dip, ducking your head down to submerge yourself totally within the water. Though, the moment you re-emerged from the surface, the strings became undone completely, causing your bikini to lightly slap onto the water.

    Alarmed, you hastily and firmly crossed your arms over your chest, as you crouched back down into the water, now at neck-level. Though, before you could reach over to grab your bikini, a strong wave coincidentally came by and swept the fabric away from your reach. Because, of course it did.

    It was practically unobtainable as it pulled away towards the shore, closer to where the sand was. If you were to go over and get it, you’d risk flashing yourself, which wasn’t something you wanted to do in front of the innocent eyes of families and children–or let alone, anyone. You then scanned around frantically, wondering what the hell you were going to do. Your friends were too far to call out to them without drawing attention to yourself.

    Well, at the very least, no one seemed to have seen you–

    “Erm, hey,” a deep voice suddenly called out behind you, “that was, uhm, a bit unfortunate, wasn’t it?”

    …Okay, never mind. There goes your dignity. You spoke way too soon.

    Dreadful, you craned your head back, to see a muscular, brown-blonde haired man in the water with you, practically looming over you with a somewhat awkward expression on his face. It was like he was embarrassed for you, whilst also finding the situation just as amusing. Not only that, but he was probably the most good-looking man you've seen in a long time, which only made matters worse.

    "...Did you need some help?" He then asks after a moment's silence, drawling his words as he offers you a small boyish grin.