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Jungkook hated his parents more than anything in the world as he sat with his arms crossed in the back of their car. It was childish to be pouting, throwing a tantrum, and giving them a silent treatment all at once, but he couldn’t help himself. He was sixteen, fresh out of junior year (he had skipped a grade when he was in elementary school, yes he was smart, shoot him) and not excited for his forced summer experience, some camp in the outskirts of Seoul that he couldn’t care less about. If anything, he should have been staying at home with his best friend, Yugyeom, playing Overwatch in the sweltering Busan summer heat.
But, no.
He was coerced into going to some stupid camp that was supposed to be some kind of bourgeoisie-esque elitist little capitalist pig camp that only privileged kids, like him, got to go to. And because of that, he resented the unnamed camp even more. His parents were sending him there because they had to go to America for a business deal for the entire summer and didn’t want Jungkook to tag along. He seethed silently, blasting his music so he was sure he wouldn’t be bothered with small talk.
Yet, it didn’t last long. “Jungkook, sweetie, we’re here!”
He blinked owlishly at his mother’s excited face, her lips turned upwards into a genuine smile. Scowling, he gave her an immature face in return. “What, Eomma?”
“We’re here.” She emphasized again. “Aren’t you excited?”
“No.” Jungkook grumbled. “I don’t want to go, but you’re forcing me to, so what other choice do I have?”
“Aw, don’t be like that, baby. It’s for the summer. You’re going to make friends and have so much fun! I promise you.” His mother cooed, unbuckling her seatbelt. “You’re going to love it, I know.”
“I want to be back in Busan.” Jungkook glared. “I could have been having fun with Yugyeom right now.”
“Oh, Jungkook. You know those video games will rot that little brain of yours.” She said from outside the car, opening his door. The hot weather immediately hit his face. It felt like a freaking sauna outside.
“Why the hell is it so hot?” he whined, finally getting out of the now not air-conditioned car. “I didn’t sign up for this.”
“We know, your father and I did.” His mother sang. “And young man, watch your language. We do not appreciate such vulgar words coming out of that beautiful face of yours.” She went up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook scowled.
“Appa, I don’t want to go,” Jungkook tried to appeal to his father, knowing his mother was unaffected by his youthful charm. “Please, take me with you to America.”
“Sorry, bud,” His father said sheepishly. “The trip is for adults only. You know this. We would take you if you could.”
Jungkook knew they were just pampering him up so that he would feel better. “Whatever.” he relented, crossing his arms stubbornly. “But I’m not unpacking anything.”
“That’s okay.” A deep voice came up from behind him. Jungkook jumped in shock, to see a tall man with indented dimples and silverish hair standing beside his car. “I’ll help you with that.”
“Who the hell are you?” Jungkook snapped, walking away from his family and up to the man.
“Language, Jungkook! Don’t make me come over there and wash your dirty mouth with soap!” His mother called out.
The man grinned. “Kim Namjoon. Camp counselor.”
Jungkook’s eye twitched. Why was this guy so freaking happy? His face was definitely pissing Jungkook off. “Cool.” He gritted his teeth.
“And you are?”
“Jeon Jungkook.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Oh, you’re the last member of our camping group!” Jungkook wanted to stab himself right in his own eyes when he heard ‘camping group’. There was no way in hell that he was going to do anything like camping.
“I refuse to camp,” Jungkook demanded, his nose lifted high. “My body is not made for that kind of activity.”
“Wow, we’ve got a feisty one.” Namjoon laughed to himself. Jungkook changed his mind, wanting to now stab the other’s eyes out.
“Excuse you, I am not feisty, or whatever.” Jungkook mumbled, brushing past his camp counselor. “Just show me where I have to go.”
“Alright, buddy. Feel free to call me hyung, by the way.” Namjoon gave a dazzling smile to Jungkook’s parents as he picked up Jungkook’s luggage. “Say bye to your parents first, though.”
Jungkook looked back at his parents, unamused. “Bye, Eomma. Bye, Appa.”
“Bye sweetie,” Jungkook’s mother blew him a kiss. “I hope you have fun! See you in ten weeks! Write to us, okay?” Jungkook decided there and then that he would not.
“Call us if anything urgent happens, ok, Jungkook? Have a great time, buddy.” His father waved.
Jungkook wanted to scream. He couldn’t believe he was being left alone with some other spoiled kids over the summer, just because his parents didn’t want to take him to America. He didn’t want to stay in Seoul. Hell no. He wanted to travel with them, see the world, see something outside of South Korea. He angrily followed Namjoon into the camp, trying to stomp on everything in his pathway.
“So, Jungkook, where are you from?” Namjoon asked, the luggage making a loud whirring sound as it traveled across the dirt.
“Busan.”
“Oh, that’s sick! I think your roommate is from Busan as well.”
Jungkook choked. He was going to this elitist definitely capitalistic camp and he was getting a roommate? His parents had spent money on this camp, and when he said money, he meant that it was the big bucks. So why exactly was he getting a roommate when they had spent such luxury fares on this stupid camp? The thought alone made him angry.
“I have a roommate.” He deadpanned.
“Yes, of course. He’s really nice. Jimin came to this camp last year and had a great time. That’s why he’s back of course. But he’s a great guy, I’m sure you’ll like him. Everybody does.”
Jungkook gave Namjoon a dirty look, the other not noticing. He didn’t care how much of a great guy this Jimin person was, he just wanted to have his own place. Not a shared one with some spoiled rich kid.
“Whatever.” he sighed, looking up at the trees that towered above the two of them. This camp was only barely on the outside of Seoul, yet there was so much greenery and life that bloomed amongst it. No smell of gasoline or the flash of fluorescent lights were present. Just nature.
“We’re here!” Namjoon said excitedly.
Jungkook looked up to see a massive building that looked like a country club. He grimaced at the sight of the monstrous land mass in the middle of the freaking wild. What did he expect? Of course, it was going to be something like this. It’s not like he wasn’t appreciative of the fact that he now knew that this camp had clean running water, but he didn’t want to be here. Although, he was glad it wasn’t just some burnt out shack that he was going to be living in which was actually what he pictured this scam of a camp to be when he first heard about it.
“Isn’t it nice?” Namjoon asked, giving another smile to Jungkook. He was so happy it made Jungkook want to throw up his entire lunch. He hoped that not everybody was as freaking optimistic as this guy.
“Yeah, it’s alright.” He said blankly.
“It’s just alright?” Namjoon looked amused.
“Yeah, just alright,” Jungkook repeated. He didn’t have time to have a stupid conversation with the other. “Can you just show me to my room?”
“Of course, buddy.”
They walked into the building and it was air-conditioned, much to his delight. If he had to spend his whole summer here, at least he wouldn’t be melting into a human liquid by the end of it. Jungkook cracked his head, following the taller into some hallways until they reached a door.
“Room 105.” Namjoon looked quite pleased with himself. He offered Jungkook his luggage and a room card. “Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.”
“Thanks.” Jungkook muttered, taking the card from the other and swiping himself in.
“See you at orientation and dinner!”
Jungkook didn’t say anything to that as he opened the door to his room, closing it softly behind him. He heard Namjoon’s footsteps retreat away from the door.
He looked at his dorm. It was actually really nice. Like really nice. Although it was just one big open space, it was decorated cleanly. There was a living room with two small couches and a TV nestled in between. The kitchenette was small, but a counter and a small refrigerator seemed to suffice (he was told that he would be eating in the cafeteria anyways). Two beds were close to each other, only separated by a small sliver of distance and a nightstand. Jungkook was not used to sharing his room. His brother had long been off at college so he had his whole house to himself usually, also never having to share a bedroom before either. He sighed, seeing that one bed was looked already in use and took the other one. He unpacked his clothes from his suitcase into the closet next to his bed and he took off his shoes so he could lay on the bed. The car long had been long and exhausting and hot. He was tired.
Nestling in the surprisingly comfortable bed, Jungkook closed his eyes to rest. He hadn’t even noticed that his white shirt was slick with his own sweat from standing and walking in the heat for less than five minutes. Surely, he would have to somehow better his tolerance. His mind was drifting off slowly, the stream of thoughts that had previously gotten him so fired up slowly dissipating into oblivion. It was peaceful.
When Jungkook woke up, it was still light outside. He glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned, pulling the pillow over his face. It was only 4:30 pm. He had literally only taken a one hour nap, even though it felt longer. There was nothing for him here and Jungkook wholeheartedly wished he could just sleep and never come back. But now, he was wide awake.
He groggily rubbed his eyes and grabbed his room key, slipping it inside of his jeans. Maybe he should explore this place, just because he was going to be at this prison for the next ten weeks of his life. He chuckled bitterly to himself.
Jungkook looked back to check the room before slipping outside. He walked alongside the hallways that Namjoon had led him through, but ultimately Jungkook had not been paying attention at the slightest when Namjoon had been explaining the directions. And he had too big an ego to say that he was lost. But in his heart, he knew he was completely lost and definitely not going in the right direction.
He was still trapped in the hallways of the place when he let out a frustrated sigh. Maybe he should have asked Namjoon about the overall map of the place, but he was just too stubborn and in his own little world to do so. And now, he was full on regretting it. He kept walking until his nose picked up on a familiar scent.
Chlorine.
Jungkook internally patted himself on the back as he followed the chemical smell. If he could find the pool, he could most definitely navigate towards the main area, or whatever. He walked alongside of the hallway a little more until he reached the end, swiping his card to let him into the pool. To be honest, he was curious as to what the pool looked like. After all, he would probably spend most of his time there now that he knew there was a pool at his disposal. He peeked his head inside and turned the corner to just take a quick look at his new home.
Jungkook swore internally. There was too much overt beauty for one room in the space.
He saw an extremely pretty brown-haired boy was playing with another really handsome red-haired (bright red) one, both of them splashing water at one another with huge smiles on their faces. And if Jungkook would classify what they were doing, he would say they were quite intimate. Skinship wasn’t a big deal for Jungkook. He would always horse around with his friends back at home, playing with Yugyeom and wrestling Mingyu. But the thing he was seeing before his very eyes was much more than what he did with his friends. The brown-haired boy had his arms and legs wrapped around the red-haired boy’s and they were holding each other so tight, it made Jungkook almost let out an embarrassed squeak. He watched as the two completely ignored the fact that the brown-haired’s wet unexposed chest on the red-haired’s back was pressed together as the red boy walked around with the other one clinging on for dear life.
Jungkook gulped, swirling around the corner and leaning on the wall to catch his goddamn breath. He felt like he had just invaded something really personal and something he shouldn’t have seen, but at the same time, he didn’t want to stop. And the pretty high laugh from the brown-haired boy that sounded like angels singing wasn’t doing him any favors either. Slowly, Jungkook peeped again, the two now in a completely different position. And somehow it was way worse.
The brown-haired boy was on the other side of the other, his legs still wrapped around the red-haired. But the difference was that their faces were extremely close together, still with laughter on both of their gorgeous faces, the red-haired has his hands on the brown-haired’s thick thighs (Jungkook nearly combusted seeing how taut and toned they were), and the brown-haired’s arms were looped around the red-haired’s neck. Like they were going to make out. Jungkook was blushing now and slightly embarrassed to say he was a little aroused and he wanted to look away so bad, but he couldn’t because there was something so enrapturing about the way the brown-haired boy looked so tiny in the other’s arms and how he could probably just easily pick him up with one arm, oh, he looked so cute—
“Excuse me?”
Jungkook snapped out of his gaze to see the two of them looking confusedly at him. And at this moment, Jungkook wanted nothing more than for somebody to come out of nowhere and just shoot him point-blank. His whole entire face went crimson.
“Excuse me, are you okay?” The brown-haired boy unconnected himself from the red-haired and swam to the edge of the pool. “Your face is really red.”
“Um—”
“My name is Jimin! And this—” he pulled the red-haired boy under his arm. “Is Kim Taehyung. Are you new here?” The red-haired boy named Taehyung gave a small wave and a boxy smile.
Jungkook nodded slowly. “Uh, yeah.”
“And… your name is?”
“Jungkook…”
Jimin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you’re my roommate! Nice to meet you, Jungkook! I heard you were younger than me, so you can call me hyung.” He looked slightly smug. “And you can call Tae here that, since he is somehow my age as well, despite having the maturity level as a fucking preschooler.”
“Hey,” Taehyung slapped his hands down on the water, getting Jimin in the face. “That’s freaking rude, Park Jimin. You’re going to pay for that.”
“You’re so touchy,” Jimin laughed. He turned to Jungkook who was still frozen in his stead and gave a sweet smile. “Hey, you wanna join us? We promise we’re the fun ones here.”
Jungkook blinked. “Uh, I don’t have a bathing suit with me right now.”
Taehyung grinned at him. “So what?”
“So,” Jungkook said slowly, like he was talking to a child. “I can’t go in.”
“Who says?” Jimin raised his eyebrow. “Come on, the water is beautiful, roomie. It feels so good. So fucking good.” He let out an unabashed moan, sweet like sugar, making Jungkook’s whole entire body go up in flames and a strange feeling pool in his lower body. Well shit. Luckily, the others didn’t seem to notice anything as Jungkook tried to fidget away the tight feeling in his pants. Instead, lost in their own world, Taehyung was focused on swatting Jimin.
“Dude, you can’t be going around making those freaking erotic noises. We’re going to get kicked out if you do.” Taehyung scolded, pulling a yelping Jimin into a headlock. “I’m not trying to get out of this water, y’know?”
Jimin smirked at the red-haired boy. “Whatever you say, Tae. It’s not like Namjoon cares, y’know. I hear Seokjin and him going at it all the time in this very pool, if you know what I mean—”
“Hey,” Taehyung screamed. “That’s fucking disgusting! We’re getting out right this instant.”
Jungkook watched as Taehyung dragged Jimin out of the pool, the smaller boy, despite being extremely fun-sized compared to Taehyung, he had a full-on six-pack and lean, but muscular biceps. Jungkook swallowed the spit that was pooling in his mouth from staring.
“Hey, wanna come with us to orientation, roomie?” Jimin asked, his body on complete display in front of Jungkook. It took all Jungkook’s willpower not to blatantly check out the other and just maintain a simple eye contact without combusting into flames. “I have to shower, so if you wanna wait for me so we can meet Tae…”
“Yeah, sure,” he said a little too quickly. It’s not like Jungkook had any other friends anyways. “I mean, yeah, whatever. It’s cool.”
Jimin giggled (and Jungkook still thought he was dying and he was hearing angels) and beckoned Taehyung to follow him out. “C’mon, let’s go, then.” Jungkook trailed along, wordlessly, and still in partial shock from that thing that came out of his roommate’s mouth.
“So, where do you come from?” Taehyung asked Jungkook, one eye closed, one eye lazily open. Jimin walked ahead of them, turning his head in interest at the start of a new conversation. Jungkook was just focused on Jimin’s ass and how it was so incredibly round right in front of him. He wanted to scream.
“Busan.” He finally said, after Taehyung started to eye his gaze suspiciously. He glanced away from the view that was named Park Jimin and looked at the smirk on the red-haired boy’s face. “I’m from Busan.”
“Oh,” Jimin turned around excitedly, and started walking backwards. The view from the front wasn’t any less distracting. “Me too! What grade are you in?”
“Going into senior year.”
“Oh, I just finished! Taehyung and I are headed to SNU after this summer.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrow. Of course, the two are going to the most elite university in the country. They were both probably chaebols or something. “It’s our last summer to get fucking trashed as high schoolers.”
“Technically, Jiminie, we aren’t high schooler anymore? We’re graduated.”
“Whatever, don’t ruin the fun, Tae.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “Anyways, this is our last summer at camp! Tae and I found out about it last year and that’s where we met. We’re best friends.”
“Correction: soulmates is what you mean.”
Jimin rolled his eyes again, but he was still smiling. “Soulmates.”
Jungkook choked. “Oh, are you two—” he cleared his throat. “Dating?”
“Oh,” Jimin shook his head fervently. “Oh fuck no. Taehyung is the last person on Earth I would date. And even if he were, I’m still not sure if I would. Y’know, cause we’re both males and we wouldn’t be able to repopulate the entire world by fucking anyways.”
“Hey, fuck you. I’m not that bad.” Taehyung whined.
“It’s not that. We’re like brothers.” Jimin reasoned, putting his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “That’s like pseudo-incest.”
“Fuck, true. You’re right.”
Jungkook squinted, remembering the scene he had just witnessed earlier and contrasting it with the utmost denials from the two older boys.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’d be a great boyfriend, Tae.”
“Wow, thanks Jiminie. It’s not like I can hear the sarcasm rolling off your voice or anything.”
“Whatever dude. Take it as you will.” Jimin shrugged, stopping at a door. He swiped his card that somehow magically appeared in his hands and opened the door halfway. “Jungkook and I will meet you at orientation, okay?”
“Okay, see ya.” Taehyung kept walking down the hallway as Jimin pulled Jungkook inside. Inside of the room, with an absence of Kim Taehyung, both of them were much quieter and mellow and definitely more Jungkook’s speed. He noted in his mind that Taehyung brought out a loud and talkative Jimin.
“So, roomie, I see you’ve already gotten yourself settled in.” Jimin nudged him, making Jungkook snap back to reality.
“Yeah, got here like an hour ago.” He tried not to stare at Jimin’s body, but he couldn’t really help himself and took a sly look. Luckily, the other didn’t notice.
“So, Tae and I are the first two people you’ve met here?”
Jungkook scratched his head. “Ah, Namjoon-hyung showed me to my room…”
Jimin tsked, making his way to the bathroom. “Namjoon probably said he was a counselor, but honestly he still acts like one of us. Don’t be surprised when you see him being as childish as Tae.”
Jungkook shrugged, not knowing what to say and trying to keep his eyes peeled away from Jimin’s awfully hot and toned body.
“I’m gonna hit the showers now, so…” Jimin trailed off, throwing a towel over his shoulder. “Yea, should be done soon.” The brown-haired boy softly closed the bathroom door behind him.
Jungkook swallowed loudly. Park Jimin was one of the most gorgeous guys he had ever seen in his entire career as a full-time gay boy™ and he was almost offended that he had not seen such a beautiful creature like him just wandering around in Busan even once. He groaned as he heard the water turn on. It sounded like rain. Biting his lip, hard, Jungkook was trying his best not to imagine a naked Park Jimin in the steam with his extremely pretty face and his body, slick with water, but suddenly the image started going south—
He shook his head. Pure thoughts. Like kittens and shit. Or whatever. Kittens are cute, just like Park Jimin. Jungkook blinked. Maybe he needed to think about something grosser, like when Yugyeom threw one of his wet dirty socks in his face after he had run seven miles and Jungkook had to spend the entire day washing off the smell of sweat off of his face. He felt himself shudder in disgust at the memory.
Thinking of Yugyeom and his gross antics worked until Jimin came out of the shower, steam following behind him with only a towel wrapped around his waist and Jungkook was screaming internally. There was no way in hell he could room with such a sex god for the next ten weeks. He was panicking and it was totally valid. The towel kept slipping further and further and Jungkook swore he was going to have a heart attack, if only he could die right now he would be at peace.
“Oh shit,” Jimin finally said, pulling up his towel. He gave a small smile to the gaping face of Jungkook. “Don’t want this to fall, oops.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” Jungkook said mindlessly.
Jimin gave him a raised eyebrow and suddenly Jungkook registered what he had just said and holy fucking shit he had just said that out loud and Jungkook knew that he would definitely be stabbing himself in the mouth sooner or later because he can’t keep his mouth shut and then sewing it up for extra security and maybe he could hide under a rock for the rest of his life—
“You’re cute, Jungkook,” Jimin laughed, pulling on a large black shirt that looked so fucking adorable on him because it was so oversized on his small body. “So cute.”
And at that moment, Jungkook’s soul left his body and he knew that could definitely live his life as a dead man. He was blushing, blushing hard. And he was certain that his roommate had picked up on that.
“Should we go to orientation now?” Jungkook’s voice was high and nasally. “Cause like I think we should go. Like right now.”
“Sure, Jungkookie.” Jimin said amusedly, a twinkle in his beautiful eyes.
He grabbed Jungkook’s wrist with his hands and Jungkook almost gasped because they were so tiny it made him want to squeal like a newborn pig because how did he get so lucky to have a hot guy pulling him around, two hours after he’s arrived at this stupid camp that he was now silently thanking his parents for sending him to. And Jungkook felt his face grow hot as he focused closer on Jimin’s small hands around his wrist wondering what it would feel like for them to be in his mouth instead while a naked Jimin was riding his—
He shook his head, trying to physically shake off the dirty thoughts that were swarming his mind like a hive of wasps, but he was just getting stung over and over again by a certain Park Jimin. He let himself be tugged around like a lifeless doll, completely pliant in the older’s hands. A lot of walking and a lot of flustered thoughts on Jungkook’s part later, they arrived at a big room filled with no more than twenty people casually hanging out.
“Kim! Tae! Hyung!” Jimin hollered into the room, with absolutely no shame. Jungkook wanted to hide in a corner. It sounded like a mating call.
“Park! Ji! Min!” He heard a distant, familiar baritone voice call in the abyss of people. And just like that, Taehyung and his obnoxiously bright red hair were flopping towards them at a speed that Jungkook had never seen before.
“Hey, Jimin’s roomie.” Taehyung grinned.
“I have a name, you know,” Jungkook said pointedly. “And it’s not ‘Jimin’s roomie’.”
“Ok, Jungkook.” Taehyung put his hands up in surrender. “Whatever ya want, bud.”
“Thanks.”
“Hyung,” Taehyung added. “Thank you, Taehyung-hyung.”
Jungkook snorted disrespectfully. “That’s sounds stupid, no offense.”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “Offense taken, Jungkook!”
“Ah, shut up guys,” Jimin said. “Let’s go find a place to sit before orientation starts. Or like something to drink. I could use some hard liquor.”
“Jimin, this boy is underaged! And so are we?” Taehyung looked affronted. “I mean, not like that hasn’t stopped us before, but like, we shouldn’t set examples for babies like Jungkook over here.”
“I’m not a baby,” Jungkook hissed, blush sprinkled over his cheeks. “Thank you very much. I’ve had my fair share of drinks if you even know what family I belong to.”
“Dude, first, nobody cares about your status here. Second of all, now you’re in our care so technically you are the maknae, despite the shit you think you have done.” Taehyung shook his finger in Jungkook’s face, making him practically ooze exasperation. “Third of all, compared to Jimin and I, you definitely are—” Taehyung’s eyes raked over Jungkook’s shamelessly. “Definitely not as experienced as we are.”
“Taehyung-hyung, I could definitely take you down in a wrestling match. I have so much more muscles than you.” Jungkook pointed out. It was true. The red-haired boy was quite lanky and from what Jungkook saw in the pool, he wasn’t too impressed (not that there wasn’t anything to see, it was just that Jungkook was a muscle pig who kind of went to the gym weekly and really cared about having his muscles bulge through his shirt enough for hot guys like Jimin to notice him). What he was surprisingly impressed by was Jimin’s body, eyes slowly flaking over to the smaller boy who looked so cute and soft and annoyed at them.
“Jiminie, back me up!” Taehyung whined. “I can totally take Jungkook down. Right?”
Jimin hummed, pretending to think. He looked at Jungkook and slowly eyed him from head to toe in a painstakingly sedated glaze (which Jungkook was literally getting hard over, no joke) and then did a quick swipe over on Taehyung. “Sorry, babe. I think Jungkook wins this one.” Jungkook only really heard ‘babe’, ‘Jungkook’, and ‘win’.
“What the hell? You’re supposed to have my back, you fucker.” Taehyung complained. “I can’t believe you sold me out.”
Jimin blew a kiss to Taehyung and slung his arm around the taller red-haired boy. “Love you, too!” Despite beating Taehyung if he would even call it that, Jungkook wanted nothing more than to be Kim Taehyung at that moment.
Taehyung was about to say something, but a whistle blew before he could speak. Jimin perked up. “Orientation is starting!” He grabbed Jungkook’s hand and Taehyung’s hand with his other and pulled them towards where the crowd was forming. And all Jungkook could think about was how he somehow was lucky enough to escalate from wrist grabbing to holding hands on the first day of camp and how this would be so domestic and romantic if only freaking Kim Taehyung wasn’t on the other side of Jimin, which made Jungkook unconsciously pull a little harder on Jimin’s hand so that he stumbled a little bit and leaned in closer to Jungkook, oh my holy shit, he smelled like fucking strawberries from his body wash—
“Jungkook,” Jimin leaned up to whisper in the younger’s ear. “Pay attention! Stop dozing off.”
“Sorry, hyung…” he mumbled.
Jimin hummed, his hand still warm in Jungkook’s hand and thought that really all he wanted was for Jimin to hold his hand forever and ever. He watched as the silver-haired Namjoon came up on to the stage with a shorter male with black hair and a brown haired one following behind.
“Hey, guys! Welcome to Camp Bangtan.” Namjoon said into his microphone. The crowd of twenty boys erupted into cheers, Jimin included, letting go of Jungkook to clap his hands vigorously like a seal. And it was embarrassing to admit that Jungkook almost yelped when Jimin unclasped their hands. “I’m Namjoon and I was one of you last summer. But I’m returning as a camp counselor!”
The brown-haired male raised the microphone to his lips. “Hey, everyone! I’m the same as Namjoon. I was here last year as a camper, but now I’m a counselor as well. Feel free to call me hyung! I’m Hoseok, your hope, and sunshine for the camp!” Jungkook was certain he snorted loud enough for the guy on stage to hear him, but Hoseok didn’t seem to mind or care. “Anyways, I’m here for all of you. Don’t hesitate to just come see me anytime to hang!”
“Love you, Hobi-hyung!” Taehyung called out, hands around his mouth like a fangirl. “You’re the best!”
“Oh hell yeah, is that you Kim Taehyung?” Hoseok laughed into the mic. “Anyways, I’m looking forward to spending time with you.”
The black-haired male looked up, clad in all sweats. “I’m Yoongi. I’m older than all of you little shits so don’t even test me. If you’re a cool person, you can talk to me. If you’re not, then that’s sad that you classify yourself like that. You should talk to me about that then.”
Jungkook squinted his eyes. He seemed so grumpy and moody. Jungkook made a mental note to avoid the smaller male who had a permanent scowl on his face. In no way was he going to be getting close to that ill-tempered firecracker.
“Anyway, now that you know us, we’ll be running the activities starting in three days!” Namjoon gave a smile. Jungkook groaned. Not the smiles. “We’ll give you some free time to explore, alright?”
“Alright!” the crowd chorused around Jungkook.
“See you all at dinner, then! Feel free to talk with us, or just chat for a little! I would love to get to know all of you better.” Hoseok added. “Have fun exploring!”
Jungkook turned his attention away from the three males on the stage and back to Jimin and Taehyung. “So what should we do?”
“What do you mean?” Jimin asked, his eyes in half-crescent moons and a smile so bright, Jungkook thought he was the sun for a second.
“Like, aren’t we going to explore or something? Isn’t that what they told us to do?” Jungkook asked. “I mean, I just thought—”
“Uh, yeah sure, Jungkookie. We can do whatever you want! Since you’re new here and all.” Jimin laughed.
“But, Jiminie, I had an idea that we could visit Seokjin-hyung and whip up some weird combinations and see which ones taste bad and good, like actually don’t you think chunjang and pickles would be strange, but also good since it would be like sour and sweet—”
“Newbies get priorities, Tae,” Jimin said bluntly. “Plus, that sounds fucking disgusting. I don’t know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours sometimes.”
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, Jiminie.” Taehyung’s voice was flirty and Jungkook hated it.
“No, I wouldn’t.” Jimin deadpanned. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, receiving a strange look from Taehyung. “And I don’t think anybody does.”
Taehyung smirked at Jungkook and stepped closer to Jimin, hands on the smaller’s tiny waist. Jungkook was basically ready to explode, but nobody needed to know that. He gave a weak smile to the red-haired boy and looked at the ground.
Jimin looked under him (he was so small compared to Jungkook that he could fit under him and Jungkook was literally dying from this) and tilted his chin so that his eyes met Jimin’s. And oh wow, that action alone totally fried his brain because it was on fire from Jungkook internally screaming. “Hey, what do you want to do, roomie?”
“Uh, I don’t know, I guess whatever you want to do, I’m cool with, because you know you’re cool so I totally like trust you and I think you have great judgement and taste in things so like you should be able to make a great decision, I believe in you Jimin-hyung, you can do whatever you want and oh, I should probably stop talking now?” Jungkook stuttered. “Sorry.” Taehyung burst out laughing falling to the floor.
“Ah, that was cute, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin giggled, his eyes oozing amusement. He helped a wheezing Taehyung off the floor and then glanced off-handedly at Jungkook. “How about we check out the game room or something and then we can go to dinner?”
“Sure, sounds great, yep.” Jungkook squeaked, hating how nervous and weak he sounded.
“He’s a cute one isn’t he, Tae?” Jimin told Taehyung. And suddenly Jungkook was redder than the color red itself.
“He is.”
Jungkook, now in some sort of daze, followed the two squabbling boys through more hallways (seriously, how big was this place that it needed so many damn hallways) until they reached a room with big doors.
“The best fucking place on Earth,” Taehyung began. “Camp Bangtan’s game room.”
Jimin, dramatically, opened the doors and Jungkook only saw complete darkness. “The fuck is this?”
“Jungkookie, be patient. Nobody has used this for like, an entire year.” Jimin scolded. “Anyways, Tae, hit the lights.”
Taehyung shuffled somewhere and made a bunch of clicking sounds before the entire place lit up and Jungkook noticed that this room was a circle with an entire 360 display. Only a rich-person camp would go all out for some shit like this, but Jungkook wasn’t complaining.
“Holy—” Jungkook started.
“I know. It’s fucking gold.” Taehyung pumped his fist up into the air. “I love this place so much. Next summer, I’m going to build a replica in my house.”
“Dude, waste of money. Just hang out here.” Jimin laughed. “You know we’re going to come back here anyways.”
“True, true.” Taehyung agreed. “You know I will if you’re there.”
“Dude, I’ll see you in college, what the hell? We’re going to be roommates. We’ll see each other every day.”
“Aw, bro.”
“Bro.”
And even though Jungkook had just met the pair, he felt a pang of jealousy towards Taehyung who was going to be so close to Jimin on a daily basis. But all he could do now was enjoy what he could.
“Hey,” Jungkook cut in bitterly. “I don’t want to interrupt whatever this is, but I’d be down to play a game or something.”
“Of course, Jungkookie.” Jimin laughed, shoving him on to the circular couch in the middle. “Taehyung’s obsessed with Overwatch, I don’t know if you’re—”
“I love Overwatch!” Jungkook practically yelled. “Fucking best game ever.”
“Same, dude!” Taehyung almost equally yelled back as he sat down on the opposite diameter of Jungkook. “I fuck with this game so hard. But Jiminie doesn’t really like it.”
“It’s okay,” Jimin shrugged, sitting next to Taehyung. “I like to watch. It’s cute.”
Jungkook and Taehyung played Overwatch for what seemed like a split second, but when Jimin interrupted them by turning it off right in the middle of a crucial point for both of them resulting in loud screams of agony, he realized it was time for dinner. Now, having exerted most of his energy on gaming, Jungkook was now exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl in his bed and go to sleep. But Taehyung, who seemed to have a sketchy unknown supply of energy all of the freaking time, was literally bouncing off the walls on the way to the cafeteria which kept Jungkook awake to his dismay.
Jungkook looked at the displays of foods, finally deciding on bossam and a few pieces of lettuce to accompany it. He closely trailed behind Taehyung who was also in the meat section like him (mainly because he didn’t know anybody else), except unlike Jungkook who had modestly taken only like ten pieces of pork, he was piling the kalbi on high (it was literally as large as his head), whereas Jimin had wandered to the America section of the cafeteria to grab a burger. The three met back up at a table and sat down, eating their food.
“So, Jungkookie,” Jimin said, after a few bites of his burger. “Tell us about yourself!”
“Like what stuff?”
“I don’t know,” Jimin shrugged. “Anything, I guess.”
“Uh, well my parents forced me to come here against my will because they had business to do in America so they just dropped me off and left.” Jungkook started. “And I rather be in Busan with my friends, but I had no choice.”
Taehyung laughed. “Dude, that’s like so generic. That’s like exactly how me and Jiminie came here last year.”
“My mom and dad are big art benefactors,” Jimin explained. “So they had to build some galleries in France, but they didn’t want me to leave Korea for the whole entire summer. So I was dropped off here. And yeah, at first I hated it, but now look. I’m back and my roommate is my best friend.” He gave a wink to Jungkook who almost melted from it. “The prospects and statistics say that a similar case will happen to you.”
“Park Jimin, do not replace me, I swear I will kill you in your sleep, pretty boy.” Taehyung pointed his butter knife towards Jimin menacingly. “You know I won’t hesitate.”
Jimin looked at Jungkook with a fake sympathetic look. “Guess you’re just going to have to take second place, roomie. I like my life and if Taehyung’s threatening, he’s no joke.”
“Whatever, I could care less.” Jungkook knew that he’s lying through his teeth because he would love to be best friends with someone as sweet and beautiful as Park Jimin and something even better would be if they were boyfriends, but Jimin didn’t need to know that Jungkook had already planned out their wedding the moment that Jimin opened his mouth.
“Don’t worry, Jungkookie, I’ll still give you the same amount of love and attention.” Jimin cooed before taking another bite of his hamburger.
“So considerate, hyung,” Jungkook mumbled dryly before shoving a piece of bossam wrapped in a lettuce leaf down his throat.
“What else can you tell us about yourself?” Taehyung asked. “You know, all we know about you is that you were forced here and you’re younger than us.”
“And that’s he’s from Busan.” added Jimin.
“And that you’re from Busan.” Taehyung repeated, a piece of chewed up meat in his mouth and clearly visible to Jungkook’s eyes.
“Like what else though?” Jungkook emphasized. “I’m bad at this. Can you give me an example or something?”
“Yea, sure. I’m Kim Taehyung, born to two stockbrokers on December 30th. If I was born two days later, I would have to call Jimin hyung which would be the absolute death of me because he’s shorter than me. I like to paint, take photos, and make money. I live in Daegu, but I’ll be moving up to Seoul in the fall.” Taehyung blabbered out in one breath. He sighed, taking another deep inhale. “I also really like fashion, which is what I’ll be studying in the fall and I plan to start my own brand of clothing.”
Jungkook only then noticed that the red-haired boy’s taste in clothing was really avant-garde. He was wearing wide pants and a flowy flowery button down and yellow sunglasses even though they were inside. Jungkook thought that Taehyung looked like a douche. An artsy douche.
“Your turn, Jungkookie.” Jimin had his head on his hand and he was staring at Jungkook so endearingly that Jungkook wanted to jump out of the window so he could escape to scream at the world for only presenting him with such a creature like Jimin when he lived sixteen years of his life.
“Ah, can you go first?” Jungkook shifted nervously, trying to think of his life story and ways to make it more interesting so Jimin would like him more. “I’m not ready.”
“I’m Park Jimin and my parents own a lot of art. Art is money. And by the transitive property that I learned in 8th-grade geometry, that means that I have a lot of money, which isn’t a lie. Unlike my art hoe best friend, I’m interested in business and running a company or something. It seems like we need to switch parents, Tae.” He punched the red-haired boy in the shoulder lightly before continuing. “Anyways, in my free time, I like to go on hikes with my friends and dance. And workout of course. But other than that, I’m not that interesting.” He sighed, indicating that he was finished with his intro. “You can’t stall any longer, Jungkookie. It’s your turn.”
“My name is Jeon Jungkook and my parents do some sort of business thing that I have no idea about, but apparently I’m going to take over it someday. I’m sixteen, but I will be turning seventeen in the fall. So then, I’ll only be one year younger than you guys.” He made a point to look at Jimin trying to mentally scream that he wasn’t a boy anymore and he could totally take care of the older if needed. But Jimin didn’t seem to get the hint at all. Taehyung seemed to smirk at him from his peripheral. “Anyways, I like photography and playing Overwatch. And I also like watching Marvel movies in my free time, Ironman being a favorite of course.”
“Cute,” Jimin said, pinching the cheek of the younger. “This Jungkookie is a cute baby.”
“Stop it, I’m not a baby.” Jungkook took Jimin’s hand off of his face. “I could totally do you.” Jimin’s whole entire face turned extremely red, breath hitching slightly, and it was only then that Jungkook processed what he said. Jungkook wanted to die in a hole. “Oh, I meant like wrestling, like I could take you down, y’know because I’m stronger and I have more muscle and I’m taller and just—”
“Stop talking.” Taehyung chirped, pure delight on his face.
“Forget I said anything, hyung…” Jungkook trailed off, realizing his hand was still tight around Jimin’s small wrist. He let go.
“Ha,” Jimin said weakly, taking his wrist back. “You’re a funny one, Jungkook.”
He saw his future in the flash of a second. His parents sobbing with curses that they never should have made Jungkook stay in Korea, Yugyeom with his dirty socks on his grave, Jimin’s beautiful face still red from the incident and the tombstone with the picture he had accidentally taken when he was in mid-fall on the treadmill and the caption of ‘here lies Jeon Jungkook, died from embarrassment at Camp Bangtan from telling a hot guy that he would do him’.
“I’m going to like go to bed now, bye.” Jungkook said quickly, leaving before the two could say anything at all. He left the cafeteria, quickly trying to escape the awkward situation by physically escaping and he wasn’t going to lie: it helped. Even though Jimin’s red shocked face still lingered in his mind, it was easier to breathe when Jimin wasn’t around because Jungkook could actually be a dumb shit and fuck things up in his own space and that was hard to do when pretty boys like Jimin were around to watch him. After wandering the halls for what felt like an eternity but in reality was around 15 minutes, Jungkook finally found his room and swiped himself in.
Not even bothering to take off his dirty clothes (except for his shoes and socks) or brushing his teeth or showering, Jungkook slipped into his bed and groaned. Luckily, he could fall asleep anywhere and anytime, so by the time Jimin got back from whatever he was doing with Taehyung, Jungkook would be fast asleep and he wouldn’t have to deal with the sheer embarrassment that seemed to be attached to his whole persona when the other was around. And so as the clock hit 8:34 pm, Jungkook slowly closed his eyes, dreaming of a short brown-haired boy with the most attractive face he had ever seen.