The Price Of Lemons;; LYY
Word Count;; 1.4k
Genre;; Fluff && Humour
Pairing;; YangYang x Reader
Summary;;
Summer is in full swing and you find yourself suffering the sun’s wrath with no chance of a reprieve… at least until you stumble across a sweet lemonade seller. His “generosity” couldn’t come at a more needed time.
Warnings;;
Stubborn (slightly tsundere) Reader, Cheeky YangYang. Swear words / explicit language (f-bomb) but mostly fluffy goodness.
Notes;;
YangYang is so cute, I love him
My Networks;; @superm-net
Sweat builds within your hair and threatens to trickle down your forehead while moisture wells above your lip. With a quick swipe it transfers from your face to your hand. Between the unbearable heat and the disgusting mess you’re becoming, you let out a groan. Every inch of your body is on fire but the back of your neck is the worst; it’s hot to the touch while also slick with perspiration.
To make matters worse, the air is dead. Not a wisp of a breeze passes you. Instead of providing relief, it burns as you suck down a dry breath. Underfoot the pavement might as well be magma. Heat rises through the concrete and through your shoes, baking your feet as if you were in an oven.
To put it simply, it’s fucking hot.