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๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ
๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป
๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—Ÿ ๐—ถ โ”โ”โ”โ” the twins
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ถ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ'๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ถ ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ
๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป
๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ'๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„
๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„
๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ'๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€
๐—ต๐˜†๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„
๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„
๐˜๐˜…๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„
๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€
๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€
๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€
๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€
๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—บ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„, ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ: ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ
๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—บ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„, ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ: ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น
๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—บ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„, ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป: ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ
๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—บ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„, ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป: ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—บ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„, ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ: ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐Ÿญ
๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ'๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ
๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ
๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—Ÿ ๐—ถ๐—ถ โ”โ”โ”โ” i-land
๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ'๐˜€ ๐—ถ-๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„
๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—ถ-๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„
๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป?
๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€
๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐˜
๐—ถ'๐—บ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—น
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€
๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐˜€
๐—ถ'๐—บ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ณ-๐—น๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€?
๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป
๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฒ?
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น
๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„
๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜
๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐˜†
๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
๐—ถ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ต ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ
๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚, ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐—ถ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—น'๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ
๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ผ๐—ธ?
๐—ป๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ
๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—Ÿ ๐—ถ๐—ถ๐—ถ โ”โ”โ”โ” scenarios
๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป&๐—ต๐—ถ ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ. ๐Ÿญ
๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป&๐—ต๐—ถ ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ. ๐Ÿฎ
๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป&๐—ต๐—ถ ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ. ๐Ÿฏ
๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป&๐—ต๐—ถ ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ. ๐Ÿฐ
๐—ฎ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐˜†๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ
๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ธ
๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น '๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป-๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป' (๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ)
๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€
๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น '๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ธ-๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ' (๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ)
๐—ถ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜„ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ?
๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€
๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—น ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น
๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ท๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—ป๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฑ๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ
๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ
๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป
๐—ถ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐˜†
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๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜†
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๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฑ ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ
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      'Couldn't we try that?' Jungwon suggested. 'Us setting up our own tent?'

      'Really! Like true camping,' Jake chimed in. 'I've done camping a lot.'

      'I've done that kind of camping a lot,' Jungwon added.

      'I can clearly see the long road ahead of us,' Jay commented with a small sigh.

      'Chop up our own wood. . .'

      'For meat, we catch boars with a knife. . .'

      'Make our own chairs. . .'

      'We make our own tools and stuff.'

      'You're all getting a bit too ambitious right now,' Midori said with a nervous chuckle, glancing between the boys and the staff members.

      'We can use Midori as bait, she can attract wild animals and stuff,' Sunoo said with a small laugh.

      'Ha― ha―' Midori rolled her eyes at him.

      'But we would need an expert,' Jungwon chuckled.

      'We don't need an expert, we can do it on our own,' Jake said, turning his head to look at Jungwon. 

      'I want to do that,' Naito chimed in. 'Our ancestors used to live in trees, we can too.'

      'Says the one who was scared of a leaf,' Midori teased. 


(Camera cut)


      'From what I know. . .' Sunghoon began. 'Jake has gone camping a lot.'

      'In the past. . . I've gone camping a lot in the past,' Jake said.

      'I've also gone camping, but. . .' Sunghoon trailed off. 'My dad set everything up.'

      'I've never set up a tent before. I've only used the barbecue,' Jay chimed in.

      'But you said you had lots of experience,' Midori interrupted, a frown painting her features.

      'He's doing it on purpose so he doesn't have to do it!' Sunoo laughed, pointing an accusing finger at Jay.

      'But Midori doesn't have to do anything!' Jay said, quickly defending himself.

      'That's because the chances of her destroying something are bigger than the chances of her being helpful,' Heeseung chuckled.

      'Exactly, I'm a city girl. The closest thing I've ever come to camping is sleeping outside on my balcony with Naito,' Midori said, her eyes locking with the camera.

      'Really? Your parents never took you camping?' Jungwon asked, looking at Midori in slight shock.

      'Actually━' Naito cut in. 'We went camping in Brighton once with our school.'

      'We lived in a hotel. . .' Midori trailed off. 


(Camera cut)


      'But this tent. . .' Jungwon trailed off and looked down at the tent for a split second. 'I've set up the exact same one.'

      'Oh really? Then it won't be a problem to set this one up,' Midori said, placing her hands behind her back.

      'Really? That's a surprise,' Jake exclaimed from his spot beside Midori.

      'Let's start then,' Heeseung cut in.

      'What should we do first?'

      'That's a hammock!'

      'Wow, a hammock sounds fun,' Sunghoon commented.

      'Wow, I want to make a hammock!'

      'I know nothing about tents. . .' Sunoo admitted.

      'Neither do I,' Midori said, patting his shoulder twice in reassurance.


(Camera cut)


      'You have to put the stick through the hole,' Jake said, pointing down at the tent.

      'Oh, I have to put the stick through the hole?'

      'Yeah so you push it into it―' Jake cut himself off as soon as he noticed Naito's grin. Realising what he said, his face pulled into a toothy grin, one that mirrored Naito's. 

Their minds were currently thinking about the same thing, which caused the situation to be even funnier ― at least to Jake and Naito ― two foreign teenage boys.

      'So I push the stick into the hole?' Naito said, glancing between Jake and the tent.

      'Yeah, push the stick into the hole. But not too far and not too hard ― or the tent will break.'

      'Now, why is this stick so short?' Naito looked at the stick in his hand and raised a questioning eyebrow.

      'Because it's going into the other hole. . .'

      'Oh―! So the longer stick is going into the other hole.'

Jake couldn't help but laugh at the situation. 'Yeah, the longer stick is going into the other hole.'

      'Do you want to do the honours?' Naito asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Jake.

      'I'll put the stick through in hole for you,' Jake laughed, taking the stick from his grasp. 


(Camera cut)


      'Oh my god,' Midori muttered and pulled the sticks out of the bag. 'I don't even know what I'm looking at.'

      'Sticks,' Sunoo answered and took hold of them.

      'It looks like. . .' Midori trailed off, trying to think of something witty to say.

Sunoo beat her to it and answered instead of her. 'Sticks.'

      'Wait I got it!' Midori's face lit up in realisation.

      'Wait what?' Sunoo asked, face plagued with confusion.

      'Yeah― yeah― yeah― watch and learn, dear Sunoo,' Midori snickered before putting the chair together.

      'Woah―!' Sunoo took a step back and looked at the chair. 'How did you do that?'

      'Midori is quite good with her hands,' Jake said before his face broke out into a glee smile. 

Midori couldn't help but laugh along with him, the two sharing the same humour.

      'Ask Hyunjin-sunbaenim'

      'Jake!'

      'This is why you don't have foreigners in your group,' Jungwon said to the camera, a look of disbelief stretching across his face. 


(Camera cut)


      'Midori-noona! Help me with this,' Ni-ki said and pointed at whatever he was trying to do. 

      'Help you with what?' Midori asked, poking her head out through the entrance of the tent. 

      'Making this,' Ni-ki muttered. 

      'Help yourself,' she said, leaning against the back of her chair, hands behind her head. 



      'I think we did something wrong,' Heeseung admitted.

      'Like what?'

      'It won't go through here...'

      'Is the stick too big for the hole?' Naito asked before cracking a smile. 

Beside him, Jake quickly slapped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from bursting out in laughter.

      'Can you two stop it for one second with your dirty jokes,' Heeseung said with a light chuckle.

      'But you like them―' Naito looked at Heeseung with a knowing smile. 'See, that smile of yours tells me that you do enjoy them.'

      'I don't―'

      'You do hyung!' Jake cut in, pointing a finger at Heeseung.

      'I do not!'

      'You do!'

      'I don't!'

      'You do!!'


(Camera cut)


      'You want to see something really cool?' Midori asked, looking into the camera with a small smirk.

Without her eyes locked with the camera, she pointed the gun towards the targets and pressed the trigger. She wasn't sure it was going to hit, but by the way Ni-ki erupted in applause she figured she had hit the target.

      'Woah! Noona!' Ni-ki marvelled, looking between Midori and the fallen target with wide eyes.

      'Did I hit it?!' Midori asked with wide eyes.

      'You did!' Ni-ki laughed and clapped his hands together.

      'Really?! You're not pulling my leg now, are you?'

Ni-ki frowned in confusion. 'What?'

Snickering, Midori only shook her head at him. 'Nothing.'

      'Wow, Midori,' Naito clapped his hands together, sarcasm weaving his words together. 'You're so cool.'

      'I know right, I'm so cool.'

      'I'm sure Hyunjin-sunbaenim would agree,' Naito said, lips twisting into a teasing smile.

      'Naito!'



Midori sat at the edge of the staircase, watching the small stream with a fascinated smile. Footsteps hit the ground behind her making her attention slightly waver from the stream. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes locked with a woman's, presumably one of the staff member's. Two melons occupied her arms, heavy to hold. 

      'Oh― am I not supposed to be here?' Midori asked the staff member with a nervous chuckle.

      'It's fine, just pretend that they magically appeared there,' the staff member told her, giving her a sweet smile.

      'Okay―' Midori laughed before standing up. 'It looks heavy, let me help―'

Midori took hold of one of the watermelons from the woman's grasp.

      'No― no― you don't have to,' she quickly said, not wanting to disturb Midori in any way.

      'It's fine,' Midori reassured her. 'Where do you want to put them?'

The woman nodded towards the other end of the stream.

      'Oh. . .' Midori trailed off. 'I'll do it, I have a dress on so it's easier for me.'

      'You don't have to― I don't want to cause any burde―'

      'It's fine,' Midori cut her off and grabbed a fistful of her dress so she wouldn't dip it in the water.

Taking her first step out into the stream, she felt the biting cold nip at her feet. She dragged her feet through the water, hearing it splash around her with each movement. Bending her knees, Midori put the watermelon down onto the ground.

She motioned for the woman to throw the other watermelon at her.

      'What if I accidentally throw it in your face?' she asked, looking at Midori through a layer of worry.

      'Then I'll tell HYBE to double your salary for hitting bullseye,' Midori snickered. 


(Camera cut)


      'It needs salt,' Ni-ki said and Midori nodded in agreement.

      'I used to put chilli powder and lime on mine,' Midori said.

      'Black pepper also works,' Ni-ki mumbled.

      'Right, that too,' Midori nodded in agreement.

      'Eh?!' Sunoo exclaimed. 'What do you put on your watermelons?'

      'Anything and everything,' Midori snorted.

Jungwon only shook his head at the two.

      'No way you do that,' Sunghoon said, looking at the two in disbelief.

      'It's true,' Midori said.

      'Really, in Japan, we dip it in salt,' Ni-ki said while chewing on his watermelon.

      'I don't believe you, not after microwaving strawberries.'

      'But that was just him―' Midori pointed a finger at Ni-ki. 'I'm also Japanese.'

      'I'll tell you what; if Midori microwaved her strawberries, I'd disown her,' Naito said, mouth full of watermelon.

      'But you're only half Japanese so we can't take your word for it,' Jungwon chuckled.

      'But you should try it― it's really good with the chilli!'

      'It is,' Naito agreed. 'You guys just don't know the beauty of salt.'



JIA'S NOTE

very hard to focus when shes doing her kitten stuff

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