The Camp Counselor || Namkook

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After Namjoon had found his cabin and was given his key, he was ecstatic to know that he was sharing the same one with all of his friends. That, and including two other counselors that were most likely new to the camp, considering their names seemed unfamiliar. But nonetheless, Namjoon was happy to be able to sleep alongside his friends.

Somehow managing the pull his luggage up the two wooden steps, Namjoon yanked open the flimsy door, and was surprised to see Seokjin and Yoongi already inside. "sup ladies" he greeted as he stepped inside while forcefully hauling his heavy suitcases behind him.

Yoongi, who was in midst of putting away his clothes in the little dresser next to his bed, looked up at his friend, "oh hey joon, you're in this cabin too?"

"yeah, we all are," Namjoon smiled, his eyes wondering around and taking in the whole room, "including two other people but i still haven't met them yet. also can we just pick whichever bed we want, cause i like this one." he strolled over to the corner bed in the back and set his stuff next to it. It was plain in decor as it only contained a stiff white pillow and an ugly beige transparent blanket. The mattress was most likely rock hard but, compared to the others, this one was the farthest away from the foul scented inside bathroom.

The fortunate thing about counselor cabins was the indoor toilet and sink that normal children cabins didn't have, forcing them to have to walk to the nearest community toilets when it's needed. That's why its heavily encouraged to pee before bed time because it's dangerous to walk alone at night. This change was however only added this year, and it was due to a past accident where Taehyung had gone to the bathroom late at night but somehow got himself stuck inside the toilet, and since it was around two am, no one could hear his pleas of help until five hours later.

"i think so, i mean i'm just doing was seokjin did." Yoongi shrugged, zipping up his last hot pink suitcase and shoving it under his chosen bed.

Namjoon peered over at Seokjin who was already fast asleep on the bed across from Yoongi's, his face faced down on the pillow as a trail of clear drool flowed down his plump, snoring lips. "why does he always look dead when he's sleeping." Namjoon squinted, not completely sure if his friend was actually alive from the lack of movement in his chest.

Until suddenly, one of Seokjin's angry eyes opened, "i'm not dead you stupid avocado. im only sleeping because taeshit's stupid rants didn't let me doze off in the car." He slowly rubbed at is sore eyes as he arose from his bed to peer at his friends irritably, "where is that dumb ass anyway?"

Namjoon's expression became moody at the sudden insult, but like always, he never talked back because Seokjin always won the fight either way and he wasn't generally in the mood to have his feelings hurt. "he went to the bathroom, he should be back any minute though." he replied flatly, yanking his suitcases up onto his rock mattress and unzipping them so he could began to pull out his belongings and organize them inside his small little dresser. And just as he was finishing taking out all his pairs of pants and shirts, his eyes suddenly widened in absolute horror as he pulled out a strange object from his case and dangled it in front of him shockingly.

Seokjin looked over at Namjoon and furrowed his eyebrows, "why the fuck do you have a bra?!"

Namjoon stared with his mouth agape at the pink bra in his hand and looked back at this friend in utter confusion, "i... i don't know.."

Yoongi, who was busy admiring himself in his travel sized bedazzled mirror, looked over at the two males behind him and instantly gasped. He trotted over to Namjoon and grabbed the female clothing article from his grasp and smiled, "hey that's where that went, thanks for saving it for me joon." 

"why the hell do you have a bra! and why did you put it in my suitcase?!" Namjoon exclaimed, watching in perplexity as Yoongi opened up his dressers cabinet and slipped the undergarment inside.