Jungkook Camp

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The camp greeted Jungkook with the scent of pine needles and the cries of seagulls. He'd come here to unwind, to take a break from the bustling city, but fate, it seemed, had decided to play a joke. It all started with a seemingly innocent act of kindness.

"Oh, thank you! My arms were about to fall off," a melodic voice sang behind me.

Jungkook turned around and froze. The boy with fox eyes and dimples was smiling so widely. Four huge bags lay at Taehyung's golden feet, as if he had come for good.

“I just wanted to get these to the building,” Jungkook muttered, picking up two bags.

This was his fatal mistake.

Taehyung turned out to be quite the clingy one. At first, he simply walked beside him, chatting about how delicious dinner was that day. Then he took Jungkook's arm because "it's warmer that way." On the third day, Jungkook discovered that someone had moved his bed against the wall, and a contented Taehyung was sitting on it, nibbling on a marshmallow.

Jungkook realized: the camp had become his prison. And this prison smelled of vanilla. Taehyung was everywhere: during exercise, at the river, even during the survival lecture, he sat so close that Jungkook could hear his heartbeat.

Taehyung laughed, and Jungkook realized that he was really in trouble.

“There’s not enough air,” he muttered with feigned displeasure, to hide the embarrassment that had suddenly flared up.