𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐊- 𝐏𝐎𝐏

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗇

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Summary:
The new camp counselor isn’t who he appears to be

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Jeon Jungkook was an enigma.

“No! Jungkook! That’s wrong!” A toothless little boy you distinctly remember from last year whines.

Jungkook’s brow furrows in concentration and it’s almost comical how serious he is—hunched over in a bright yellow chair that was meant for a six year old and not a grown man.

“What are you doing now?” He groans.

Jungkook looks up from his finger painting, deadly serious, “My best, Aiden.”

You laugh at that, deciding it’s was high time you step in.

“But Jungkook—“

“Mister Jeon,” you correct, wandering over to where the two boys are sat. Jungkook looks up at you with a wide eyed expression.

“Mister Jeon,” Aiden sighs, put out and tattling on his counselor, “we’re drawing turkeys today. I tried to help him. I told him it’s simple but he just ….”

Aiden lifts the drawing as though that’s explanation enough and really it is. It looks like a dog pooped on the paper and someone smeared it. That someone being Jungkook. The drawing was atrocious even for a six year old, but for now you had other things to address.

“What did I say about calling me people by their first name?” You frown and Aiden looks down at his hands.

“Sorry Miss ___.” He sighs and really it’s not his fault.

“Aiden, why don’t you go grab the color wheel for Mister Jeon so it’ll help him remember what colors to mix,” you smile sweetly and the little boy nods—mirroring the look Jungkook probably has on his face.

“Y-Yes, ___.” He says before running off.

You roll your eyes in exasperation before crouching down to squat next to Jungkook.

“Hey,” you smile with your eyes and Jungkook nearly chokes on his own tongue.

You didn’t know much about the boy—just that he was painfully shy and yet somehow friends with the likes of Jimin and Taehyung.

He was a new addition to the camp—started exactly one summer ago after his friends incessant nagging. Apparently, Jungkook was the last of them to graduate and had poured himself into his studies as a physical ed major. He’d only agreed to the job after Jimin and Taehyung wouldn’t shut up about how much fun it was.

And they were right for the most part. Jungkook got paid to hang out with some mostly cool kids all day and play on giant inflatable obstacle courses and kayak. Not to mention all of his co workers were laid back—most of them stoners, some of them not. But he got along well enough with everyone.

And then there was you.

“Hi,” Jungkook chokes out.

“You should correct the kids when they call you Jungkook, you know,” you tease, “They might get the crazy notion you’re friends.”

“I-I don’t mind really,” he stammers and you quirk your head to the side at him.

He doesn’t know why he can’t string together coherent sentences in your presence but he does know he has the fattest of all crushes on you.

“How are you adjusting?” You prod and he visibly gulps.

“Good. Great.” He nods and leaves it at that.