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to say the least, taehyung has seen better rooms in his twenty three years of life. when they had stepped off the train and driven towards remotely isolated cabins, he thought the outside looked somewhat decent. and the inside was clean and smelled like chlorine, taehyung doesn't know if he likes it or not. whatever, he can't do anything about it. so as he walks into his room for the next month, he's quickly reminded of his cruel reality when he sees jeon laying down on one of the two beds, legs sprawled opened and a phone hovering above his face. . .
ok rewind to an hour ago.
when taehyung and the rest of his class arrive to the cabins where they'd be staying, most of them were already ecstatic. the small cabins stored two beds, so naturally they would share a room with a partner. "looks like we're fucking tonight babe," someone comments to their significant other, causing taehyung to scrunch his nose. pig. they all follow miss choi to the big central building, where chaperones and staff awaits for the group.
"alright, we're all adults here so i expect you all to behave and follow their rules. your parents didn't spend money on this trip only for you to screw it up," professor choi says only audible enough for them to hear.
they all nod and proceed to walk into the building. taehyung struggles to keep his heavy backpack on his back, and grows even more irritated when he sees jeon carrying his own bag with one hand, muscles flexing and veins protruding from his heavenly hands. ok, listen, taehyung hates him yes, but he can't deny his extremely good looks. no one can.
"weakling," he snorts as he pushes taehyung to the side, the clumsy boy tripping over his own feet, but managing to become sturdy once again.
taehyung doesn't have time to say something back, they're immediately greeted by the adults. "welcome, as your professor has mentioned, we are here to study nature and capture images and footage of the things mother nature has to offer. as you have heard, you will be rooming with a partner. . . of our choice."
everyone groans in dissatisfaction. of course. let's see what fucktard would end up with him. "you will see your name and your partners name on the paper that's taped up alongside your cabin number. you are expected to work and interact with your partner throughout the month. any intolerable misbehavior, and you will be punished. you may go ahead and get started."
everyone rushes past taehyung, so he doesn't even attempt to be the first to check out the list. there are a few grunts and a few cheers. please be kind to me, please be kind— ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! taehyung reads and rereads and rereads for the fifth time to make sure his eyesight isn't betraying him. no, there's no way this was actually happening. he would have a talk with the adults, make some bullshit up. file a restraint order perhaps.
there was no way he would be rooming with jeon. no. way.
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"sorry taehyung, the decision has been made. think of this as a way to make more friends yeah?" professor choi wasn't getting the message. clearly, she was too optimistic, too kind, and too cheerful.
the brunet laughed with no humor, "i don't think you understand miss, but jeon and i don't get along. at all. he hates me, and most likely will try to murder me in my sleep."
"oh c'mon tae, jeon is a total sweetheart. i'm sure whatever problems you may be having can be fixed. especially since you'll be spending your days with him. give it a chance," and that was the final word.
he sadly makes his towards the cabins, looking for the bolded number 8. after searching, he comes to the very last cabin. it's more secluded than the rest, and looks like it's the biggest and cleanest. at least he won't be too close to jeon. with a hesitant hand, he turns the knob and steps in.
so now we're here, present time.
"i was hoping seeing your name next to mine was a nightmare, but i guess not," jeon doesn't even look at him, continuing to do whatever it was he was doing on his phone.
taehyung rolls his eyes, throwing his backpack onto the bed. he doesn't reply, too tired and sick to even try to come up with something witty to say back. taehyung lays down on the bed, expecting a soft mattress to welcome him. but as he plops down, he swears bare wood meets his front side. he tries not to let out a groan of pain, stuffing his face into the pillow.
he hears shuffling, and the sound of material being pulled over a head. taehyung turns red when he hears the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled. mother of—
