"Let's play volleyball." Jugyeong demanded.
She really wants to enjoy this day. She's already baked head to toe after an hour of us just talking and relaxing, she got a very VERY dark tan.
"Alright, just let me down a bo'oh oh wa'uh." I say.
"Really making fun of that English dude huh?" she replies.
"I will for the rest of the day."
"You're petty, which is cute sometimes."
"Don't you forget it!"
"..."
"That was dumb huh."
"It was cringy, but cute."
"Alright before I make us both cringe to death, let's play RNGball."
"You're just bad."
"Exactly."
We pack up our stuff, then arrive at the volleyball area.
I serve, then she immediately returns.
I spike the ball.
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It bounces off the net.
1 point for Jugyeong
She serves, I return, and she spikes.
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A second point for Jugyeong.
{YOU SUCK!}
I don't see it play volleyball!
She serves again,
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and I miss the return.
Jugyeong continues to absolutely dominate me in this game like how she does 75% of the time in our relationship. It's not what you think it is, she just enjoys being the boss and I accepted it already.
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After one more game, she wrecks me again.
"No offense babe, but you're so bad at this game, that it's boring." Jugyeong says.
"I know I'm bad."
"We've been doing only things that I've wanted to do, what do you wanna do babe?" she asks me.
"Walk the boardwalk, eat, then go home."
"That's about right honestly, let's put our stuff in the car first."
We do just so.
Jugyeong beats the crap out of the towel we lied on to with her feet to get the sand off, I don't blame her with her not wanting to dirty her car.
"Do we wanna stay half naked or nah?" she asked me.
"Nah. I don't want guys staring at you." I reply.
"I don't want girls staring at you either..."
We both blush. Her tan is extremely dark (compared to her natural skin tone) right now, but I still see a red brighter than the horizon of the sun. It's cute.
"What?"
"What."
"WHAT!"
"Let's end the what battle right now, we're making the readers cringe."
"What?!"
"It's a saying I heard from Dowoon."
"Of course he'd say something stupid like that."
We put on shirts and shorts and get to the boardwalk, it's winding around for like a mile to make the most out of the space from what it seems.
"All the fishermen and women are trying to real in a big catch- is that an octopus? Man I could go for a takoyaki right now. Is there any leftover Japanese people from when America's second daughter took custody over it's third?" Jugyeong says.
"Be happy no politicians saw you, they'd definitely say that we're America's second daughter lol."
"Who's the first again?"
"Panama, and Liberia is the adopted son."
"Thankfully we said this in English, or we'd have ticked off many old Koreans."
"Yeah."
"Look at that view right there! The fish are jumping out of the water!" Jugyeong exclaims.
We continue to walk down the winding boardwalk, and there's a takoyaki shop conveniently in sight like half a mile down.
"Well you got your wish." I say.
I buy her some of them octopus balls. Normally the Japanese names are too annoying, so I call stuff by their English or Italian names.
{I want to give you a mission so bad, but at this point what am I gonna make you do, fish? I don't have many stupid things to force you to do today.}
"I feel like eating something like really foreign. Like fish tacos or something." Jugyeong said.
"That doesn't seem bad."
After walking the whole boardwalk, we go back.
We walk down the sidewalk for a bit to see if there's anything interesting and REALLY foreign around here that isn't like burgers or pizza.
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We find a hole in the wall taco joint owned by a Japanese mariachi band that lived in Mexico for a while, where have I seen this before?
Jugyeong orders 6 fish tacos. She still works out a ton, so it doesn't surprise me that she ordered that much.
I get 5 pork tacos, I think it's called carnitas or something? I dunno, I don't know Mexican food. Just Korean, stereotypical American, and Italian food- mostly Italian food, let's be real here.
We eat and drink these weird-looking Orange Vantas in glass bottles with a "medio litro" on it, half a liter in English. Thank God that I can understand like 3 more languages than I can speak because romance languages besides French are just copy-pastes with some random changes!
{Doubt}
Whatever.
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"Dang that was good! That thing called "salsa" that they had on the side was spicy! I thought Koreans were tough, Mexicans are probably on the same level as Indians with the level of death in that!" Jugyeong said.
"Ha..."
"I haven't tried the white one! Can I grab the other half of the taco you put that on? I wanna try it."
"Enjoy the suffering!" I reply.
"Don't be such a big baby."
Earlier, I put a bunch of the white salsa on my first taco, and I started crying.
"If you're butt hurts tonight, I'm gonna say, 'I told you so.'" I tell her.
She takes a bite.
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"HOLY CRAP WHAT THE HELL DID THEY PUT IN THAT!" Jugyeong yells.
"Oh uh, that's a specialty, slightly less authentic salsa. It's a blend of habanero, ghost pepper, carolina reaper, sour cream, and oregano." The waitress says.
"I told you so." I say to Jugyeong.
Unlike me that tried it unaware of the repercussions, Jugyeong saw my reaction and was still dumb enough to try it.
"Our butts will hurt together." she says.
We leave the restaurant.
"Let's get a souvenir of this day!"
"Like what?"
"We forgot to take pictures!"
"True."
"Lets take these shorts and shirts off real quick and go back with our swimsuits and get in front of the water and take a few pictures to remember this day."
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When we go home, Jugyeong sends me the pictures.
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Let's just say I pulled an anime protagonist with some of these.