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3RD PERSONS VIEW
"This sucks." Jeno murmured, hands reaching behind to tie the apron given to them tight.
"Sorry." Minjun instantly said, knowing very well if they hadn't have used foul words in the first place, they wouldn't have been in this kind of situation.
Jeno flinched, not expecting her to respond. Shaking his head immediately, lightly panicking for what he had said. "No, no! It's not your fault, nor is it Jaemin's fault." he assured her, glancing at Jaemin who was rather occupied in sorting out the dishes.
Minjun chuckled, "No, it's okay. It kinda is technically our fault."
"Nope. Just you." Jaemin quipped, taking a quick look at the two.
Minjun rolled her eyes at his remark, "I totally disagree."
Jaemin stopped sorting the dishes, facing them with an eyebrow raised cockily. "And your reason is?"
"You're the one who kept calling me Minshit."
Caught tongue tied, Jaemin pressed his lips together, eyes squinted at Minjun who stuck out her tongue at him teasingly.
"Now that you mentioned it, I do remember the whole 'shit-shit' debate happening because Jaemin had said Minshit." Donghyuck butted in their conversation as he walked into the kitchen area carrying a whole load of snacks in his arms. Trailing behind him was Jisung, a satisfactory smile as he also cradled numerous snacks.
Wrinkled nose, a bitter feeling rising up in him, knowing well that he actually did cause the whole 'shit-shit' debate that lead them to kitchen duty. Keeping his mouth shut, he rolled his eyes and went back to sorting out the dishes.
Jeno forced up an awkward smile, looking back at Minjun who only shook her head at Jaemin's silent response.
"What are we gonna do with this load?" Jisung questioned Donghyuck as they looked around for a storage place.
Mark sighed, "Exactly. Where do you even plan on storing those?"
Donghyuck placed the snacks on top of the kitchen island, instantly roaming around for any empty boxes. "Here." He grabs one from the stacks of supplies, tossing it over, the box slamming onto the ground.
Jisung threw the snacks in while Donghyuck pushed the rest of it that laid across the kitchen counters.
"How's it going over for the Cereal Killers?" Jeno asked, knowing any time now cabin four would come in the dining hall.
Jisung grinned, "Chenle told me they're all ready and waiting, some are stationed around the place in hiding."
Jaemin interrupted in their conversation with a loud exasperated sigh, easily gaining everybody's attention. His bored eyes meeting Donghyuck's annoyed ones. "Yah, instead of watching over that box of snacks- why not help out, hm?"
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say." Donghyuck jeered, mocking Jaemin's tone a little.
His actions irked the blue-haired easily, though he remained his sangfroid, taking a deep breath and continued with his duty.
Mark scrunched his face, eyeing his cabin mates, "Yup, we'll all be great friends indeed."
• • •
"They'll be here in any minute now." Yangyang whispered as he pressed his back firm against the wall.
"Yeah...what's the plan again?" Lucas poked the latter's shoulder repeatedly, not quite remembering what they had to do.
Yangyang looked at him, eyes widened as he ridiculed the older. "I repeated it for ten times!"
"Yeah, I didn't understand, what was it again?"
Yangyang took a deep breath, preventing himself from strangling the male beside him. "Look, doesn't your outfit answer your questions?"
Lucas fell back, just realizing how he had a plain white bedsheet draped all over his body, with circle cutouts on the side for his arms to go out. Around the area of his face was a poorly drawn 'scary' clown face they had decided to make.
"You and Chenle are going to scare them. Let me repeat that- scare them. Okay?"
"OH SO LIKE...we're ghosts and shit and stuff?"
Yangyang nodded, quite glad Lucas was starting to pick it up again, "Yeah, you are. Renjun will signal you to come out. I will be the one flickering the lights on and off."
"What will Xiaojun and Hendery do?" He tilts his head, eyes landing on the two boys hiding under the tables where the food was set.
"Throw them food." Yangyang smirked, "Now, do you get it?"
Lucas hummed in response, sticking out his thumb in approval. "Yes yes, I do."
"Okay good, don't fucking ask me again or I'll be sure to haunt you first when I'm dead."
Lucas's eyes widened in horror, fear taking over his body quickly. "I- I...y-yes okay I do understand."
