Cabin 3 || Boys Planet

8

"I can't believe you guys didn't bring bathing suits to a summer camp." Park Hanbin announced, carrying a cooler full of drinks and snacks that was clearly heavier than it thought it would be.

Currently, the teams were walking together to one of the larger lakes on the camping grounds. This place just kept getting bigger and bigger it seems. Gunwook complained about how the military training course kept getting postponed, talking about how he wanted to show off his core strength.

"Just because you did doesn't make you better than us!" Keita shouted from the middle of the group. Since the mafia game three days ago, both teams had gotten slightly more comfortable with each other. Turns out there was actually a far shorter way to get between both the G and K groups' cabins. Hoetaek, Sung Hanbin, and Zhanghao just decided it would be best to torture them on the first night, almost two weeks ago. Because of this newfound shortcut, it was far easier to get between groups.

"Yeah, the rest of us look better in our normal T-shirts and basketball shorts, anyway." Woonggi motioned to Park Hanbin's tacky swimming trunks.

"Okay, well, nobody asked," he flushed in frustration and embarrassment as he shifted the cooler from one hand to the other.

"Here," Gunwook offered, taking the cooler from Hanbin. "Let me carry it the rest of the way." He lifted the box onto his shoulder like a boom box and kept walking like it weighed nothing.

"You guys just hate me today." Hanbin nodded, watching Gunwook walk ahead of him.

"Your efforts are noted," Hao joined in, earning a fond laugh from Sung Hanbin walking next to him. Yujin caught SeoWon and Woonggi side-eyeing each other.

"I hope everybody here drowns." He laughed, still enjoying being picked on. He knew it was a joke.

"I hope I do too." Wumuti sighed, having trouble even lifting his legs. He looked so exhausted, ready to collapse.

"Wumuti!" Keita jogged over, looking upwards at the older. "Everything okay?"

"I room with Zihao, no nothing is okay."

"What did I even do?" Zihao let out a shocked laugh, mouth open.

"Last night," Wumuti raised his voice, announcing to the entirety of the group. "Somebody had their music blasting so loud, loud enough to shake the paintings on the walls."

"You're being overdramatic." Zihao defended.

"That little speaker of yours is insane." Wumuti pointed to the small speaker clipped on his lanyard that had the cabin keys. "Poor Takuto- who's been sick with no way to get home- probably got less sleep than me since your rooms are connected with that bathroom."

"Zihao, kid, come here." Park Hanbin waved him over. The latter cautiously slithered between people over to him. "Let's stick together. We have one thing in common; people make fun of us."

"I like that Idea. But I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," Zihao nodded, walking while facing forward.

"I'm sure you are." Hanbin nodded too, resting his arm on Zihao's shoulder.

Yujin was at the back of the group, walking silently alongside Ollie. The two hadn't talked one-on-one since the incident, but both could sense they were trying to.

"It's nice that everyone is less competitive now. It seems that they dropped the "Win or Die" act." Yujin glanced at Ollie, noticing his quick smile and nod.

"Seriously, that was annoying." He laughed and looked at the group of people in front of him fondly. "I've started to grow attached to everybody as a whole."