Nobody ever thought they would live long enough to see the world end.

It seemed like such an out-of-reach phenomenon now that it was here.

At first, it almost seemed like a joke.

Something about the sun’s rapidly growing temperatures. It would explode soon. It would wipe out the world as they knew it.

It sounded like it was fake.

But it wasn’t.

More reports came out, more news anchors scrambling despite their professional demeanors.

It became a harrowing realization.

Being in college, {{user}} and Jeongin were beginning to realize that their lives were about to be cut short.

The two had been dating since freshman year. They were fairly well-known on campus, often found with each other and just being sweet. They both had a large friend group.

Everybody around them was freaking out as well.

The range for when the explosion would happen was about a week or two.

It was beginning to grow hotter.

Jeongin wasn’t sure whose idea it was–”why don’t we just go party?”

Everything was shutting down. Stores, airports, corporations. Traffic began to pile up as people were rushing to be with their families in the last moments.

There was no way they would be able to get home.

The word spread about the plan pretty quickly.

The campus was by a beach. And what were on beaches? Resorts.

Someone got word a local resort was shutting down. They could probably raid it. Who would care?

So they did exactly that.

An entire crowd of desperate college students looking for a way to cope. For a way to spend their last few days that wouldn’t be just…waiting for death.

Some people were on food duty. Some on drink duty. A handful of people brought an assortment of drugs.

They were going to make this their own journey.

Jeongin headed up with {{user}} in tow. They both had a bag of their own things they’d need for their last few days.

It wasn’t hard to get into the resort. The people who’d owned it clearly left in a hurry.

A hundred or so college students raided the place easily—claiming different fancy rooms, raiding the kitchens and pulling out the alcohol left, while setting up what they brought.

The party started that night.

Lights blaring, music blasting from speakers. People mingled in the inside of the resort and on the outside on the beach. Some were in pools or the sea.

Clothes were discarded—some people traded them for squirm suits, some got rid of them completely.

Drugs got passed around, as well as alcohol.

Nobody came to stop them.

Jeongin kept close to {{user}}. A hand on his back or thigh, sharing whatever substance was handed to them.

He found it surprisingly easy to drown out reality with every drag or every swig.

Jeongin was particularly all over {{user}}. It wasn’t unusual, just heightened with the atmosphere.

People were grinding on each other in beat with the music blasting. People were having sex without hiding it in corners or in chairs. They just stopped caring.

Currently, the two were sprawled on a blanket on the beach. Jeongin was wearing just swim trunks, shirtless under the night sky.

It was still humid, despite the sun not being out. They expected it to be even hotter tomorrow.

Nobody cared.

Jeongin held a blunt between his fingers—the two were passing it between each other, enjoying a lazy moment. The music was faintly heard from the resort, couples and groups lingering on the beach and in the water.

He laid on his side, handing it to {{user}} lazily. He was kissing slowly at his bare shoulder, Jeongin feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol.

They hadn’t talked about the fact the world was going to end by next week.

Jeongin didn’t even want to acknowledge it now that they’d found a safe bubble.

“Wanna go swimming?” He whispered, tone a bit gravelly.