ONE HELL OF A SUMMER :: minsung ✔︎

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 '𝐞𝐡'

Dearly departed phone, I already miss you.

The good new is this, though: no one can look me up. That means that as long as there are no fans in the camp, I won't be recognized as a member of 3RACHA.

I know that Chan went off to do some kind of musical training camp in Seoul, and Changbin is in the camp right next to mine. I'll get to see him during the Camp War, but that's in another month.

Dang. I won't see a familiar face for another month.

Minho's eyes teared up when he had to put his phone away, but Hyunjin was nowhere in sight. Now I'm just standing there with Minho, because neither of us know anyone else in the whole gathering of 500 people. Well, Minho knows his aunt. But that's the extent of it.

"Go back to your cabins and take a rest, guys. The first full-camp activity is today at four in the afternoon, and your schedules start tomorrow," Mrs. Lee, Minho's aunt, says. She looks exactly like him, but is a little nicer. She, for one, didn't throw me off the side of a top bunk bed.

Minho gives me a tight-lipped smile and raises his eyebrows, cocking his head in the direction of our cabin. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

We walk in silence. I'm afraid that if we start a conversation, Minho will ask why I was in his bed. And, well, I don't think Minho is a very conversational guy. We are teenagers, after all. The most elusive breed of human.

"So," he begins as we near the little wooden building, "why were you in my bed?"

My throat constricts from the pure awkwardness of the question. It's something that I never thought I'd be asked. "I, uh, was trying to turn your alarm clock off."

"It was on?"

Yeah, buddy, it sure was. "Mhm."

Minho shrugs, opening the door for me once we reach it. "Sorry, man. I should have asked you guys last night. My bad."

"Yeah, your bad indeed," I mutter to myself. To him, I say, "Whatever. Do you know where Hyunjin is?"

"He's with some other kid. They were talking; I think they signed up together but didn't end up in the same cabin." Oh, that sucks for them. Maybe the New Other Kid can join our cabin. Well, no. That would leave me alone with Minho, since Hyunjin already has a friend. Minho doesn't seem like a very talkative person... but I guess that would balance me out. I just need to figure out a time to practice and write songs.

I flop onto my bed the moment I can, and Minho sits on the edge of Hyunjin's bed. I take out my notebook and flip through the pages of endless scrawls, smiling when I read some of my older lyrics.

Seriously, Han? I think. "Wow, she's hot?" That's some creative stuff, right there. I laugh, grateful that I'm never going to make that a real song. That would be disastrous.

"Whatcha looking at?" Minho asks.

I close the book faster than I can say "I love cheesecake" (which is pretty fast, because I'm a rapper). "Uh, nothing."

"That doesn't look like nothing."

"It's nothing to you," I counter.

Minho shrugs. "Eh, whatever. I'll find out sooner or later."

Oh, no, you won't. There's a reason that the lock connected to the book only has one key, and that key is on a string attached to my neck. I only left it open before the big phone-handing-in ceremony because I knew nobody would come in here.

Thankfully, I don't need to answer to what Minho said, because Hyunjin walks through the door with his friend in tow. "Guys," he says, "this is Kim Seungmin. He's also bisexual, and he's fifteen, like you, Jisung."

I wave. Yep. Awkward level 100 has been reached.

"Hi. I'm, uh, your new bunk mate. Bunk friend. Whatever." Seungmin laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was born in September, so I'm turning sixteen soon. If that's any help."

I smile, extending my hand to him. "I'm Han Jisung, also born in September. I'm turning sixteen on the fourteenth."

His eyes widen, and immediately my inner celebrity panics. Did he recognize me? "Han Jisung? I know a few people by the name," he says. "And, by the way, you're older than me. Only by a week and a day, though."

Huzzah! I'm not the youngest. "That was some quick math," Minho points out.

Seungmin shrugs. "Eh."

Eh? Eh? If I could use my brain that effectively, 3RACHA would have at least fifty full-length albums out by now.

This gives me an idea for a song.

And when I have an idea for a song, it must be written down. Everyone stares at me as I turn around and grab my book, opening the lock with my necklace. I frantically flip to the first empty page I can find and jot something down.

seungmin math 'eh,' fast BGM?

When I turn back around and offer a small smile to my three confused bunk mates, Seungmin narrows his eyes. "Was he like that yesterday?"

"No," Hyunjin and Minho say at the same time. Minho continues, "He was weirder."

"Hey!"

"What? It's true," Hyunjin agrees. Seungmin smirks at me. I already don't trust the kid.

He nods his head at my notebook. Uh oh. "What's that?"

I shush him and hide it under my shirt.

"He won't say," Minho tells Seungmin. "I've made it my personal goal to find out."

"Can I join you in that goal?"

"Can I, too?"

"Sure!"

Ah, great. I'm going to be busted by the end of the summer.