Too Hot to Handle {Minsung}

Seven 🔥

The oncoming day, with the boys still asleep, day three, was slowly approaching without a peep (lol idk what my problem is but I js felt like rhyming)

Until Joon Woo's voice echoed through the camp. All wildlife vanishing from sight as the loud speakers were positioned every few meters.

The men all woke in a haze after the speakers had practically shaken them to life. A jumble of groans could be heard throughout the cabins, the boys sat as they rubbed their eyes. One prominent groan followed after the rest. The sound was Felix hitting his head on the bunk above his.

"What a way to wake up." Felix mumbled to himself before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing on the hardwood floors. The others soon followed their actions, the group standing in the middle of the room, getting their stuff together.

Jisung, being the lazy boy he is, was still in his bunk, too tired to get down.

"Felix, darling?" He called out to his blonde bestie below.

"Yes?" Felix slowly batted his eyelashes at the boy, teasing him.

"Can you grab a shirt and shorts from my bag?"

"Sorry mate," Felix apologized. "I'm kinda busy right now." Jisung moved to ask the next closest person.

"Minho?"

"Yes Jisung." He replied blandly.

"Will you please grab me a shirt and shorts?"

"Sure, I guess." Minho went into the unoccupied bathroom, finding Jisung's bags. He wasn't sure which one, so he just dug through one.

He sat, shocked, jaw agape at what he found.

Jisung barged into the bathroom, worried for which bag he'd gone through.

"Make sure it's the big black one not the small blu-" Jisung stopped in terror at what Minho was holding in his hands.

"I-is this is skirt, Jisung?" Minho held up the pink pleated skirt for the boy to see. Jisung instantly turned red and locked the door behind him.

"You weren't supposed to see that." Jisung mumbled as he grabbed the skirt and shoved it back into the bag.

"Jisung, you never told me you cross dressed. What is your fucking problem? Skirts are for girls and solely girls. Boys aren't meant to wear clothing that is curated for women. That's just disgusting how you would even purchase something like this for anybody but a girl." Jisung was close to tears. He was shaking in shame and despair as he hadn't heard nor prepared for such foul language towards himself.

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Get up men, It's time for you to get ready and out to the cafeteria! The daily schedules have be replaced, holding the days activities! I want everyone here in thirty minutes, sharp!" The morning alarm woke the boy up. Please tell me that was all a dream.

He glanced around the room from his bunk, seeing everyone just now waking up. I can't let him see that skirt.

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Everyone was gathered at their usual tables that they had practically claimed since the first day. Chan picked up an agenda, reading it aloud to everyone at the table.

"Breakfast, tennis, break, lunch, group games, creek wading, dinner, bed," He read off. "Sounds fun!" Everyone just nodded as they tossed the watery mush the camps called oatmeal around their plates.

"C'mon! Pump it up, guys!" Changbin tried to lift the tables mood. "Jisung, you're normally crazy but his time. What goin' on?" He urged with his arm around Chan's shoulder. Jisung wasn't paying attention, his mind still racing after his dream about his crush.