Beneath Still Waters Masterlist

Beneath Still Waters Masterlist

🏕 horror!slasher!summer camp! fic

🏕 jungkook x reader x jimin

🏕 warning: angst, fluff, camp counsellors bts, arguing, fighting, murder, gore, the whole shebang. Can you tell I’m bad at warnings ??

[1] A Stain On Summer {6.0k}

[2] The Games We Play {8.8k}

Current Taglist : @jungkooknippleanddicksucker @dumbheadblog

Beneath Still Waters

The Games We Play [2]

🏕 Jungkook x reader x Jimin

🏕 genre: horror! slasher! sleepaway camp!

🏕 word count: 8.8k

🏕 warnings: love triangle drama, lots of tension, angst, fluff, arguing

🏕 notes: Make sure you check out chapter 1 !! sorry this took so long to publish, I had lots of work :( But if you enjoy this chapter and series please leave a comment <3 I’d love to know what you think lol !!

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Sleep didn't come easy that night. (Y/n) lay in her bunk, staring at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of fragmented memories and nagging fears. The events at the lake played on repeat behind her eyes, refusing to let her rest.

The harsh gusts of wind had whipped around them as the police conducted their interviews. (Y/n) had never seen the lake so agitated, its usually calm surface now a roiling mass of angry waves. The water from the creek thrashed violently where it met the lake, as if trying to tear itself apart.

She couldn't focus on Jin's words as he spoke to the officer. Her eyes were glued to the water, a magnetic pull she couldn't resist. Every fiber of her being screamed to dive in, to search for the missing boy. But they couldn't. It was too dangerous, they said. A dive team wouldn't arrive until the morning.

The other counselors were there too, their faces a blur of worry and shock. Namjoon's usual composed demeanor had cracked, revealing a vulnerability (Y/n) had never seen before. Taehyung stood silent for once, his typical chatter replaced by a haunted look. Hoseok paced nervously, unable to stay still in the face of their helplessness.

And Jimin... Jimin stood beside her, his arm a comforting weight around her shoulders. He didn't speak, didn't try to offer empty reassurances. He was just there, solid and real amidst the surreal nightmare they'd found themselves in.

(Y/n)'s eyes were drawn to the bloody shirt, clutched in an evidence bag by one of the officers. The vivid red stain seemed to pulse in the fading light.

With a jolt, (Y/n)'s focus snapped back to the present. She was in her cabin now, the lake and its horrors physically distant but still all too close in her mind. Her gaze had fixed on one of Jungkook's red t-shirt, draped haphazardly over a chair. For a moment, in the dim light, it had looked like...

The dawn began to break, the sun beaming in through the windows, casting a soft shadow on the room. The snoring was starting to get to her. (Y/n) sat up straight, quickly getting herself together. The sunspots warmed her skin slightly but couldn't rid her of the bumps that still covered it. A shiver ran through her body, a reminder of the night's events that even the morning light couldn't chase away.

The slamming of car doors shook her out of her state. Must have been more police. (Y/n)'s stomach clenched at the thought of more questions, more searching, more of the helpless feeling that had consumed her since they'd found the bloody shirt.

Her eyes drifted to Jungkook's peaceful form in the bunk beside her. A beam of light slowly moved to shine over his face. His nose furrowed slightly as his eyebrows pinched together, moving his arm to cover his eyes. Despite the movement, he remained deeply asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

(Y/n) found herself studying his features, softened by sleep and the gentle morning light. The sharp line of his jaw was relaxed, his usually alert eyes hidden behind closed lids. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, and (Y/n) had to resist the urge to reach down and brush it away.

A pang of envy shot through her at his ability to rest so soundly. How could he sleep when the world felt like it was falling apart? But then she remembered how late he had returned to the cabin. He, Yoongi, and Namjoon had stayed out long after the others had been sent to bed, conducting another search around the lake while waiting for more police to arrive.

(Y/n) recalled the determined set of Jungkook's jaw as he'd insisted on going back out, the look in his eyes as he'd promised to find something, anything, that might help. She'd wanted to go with them, but Jimin had gently steered her towards the cabin, insisting she needed rest.

Rest. The word seemed almost laughable now. (Y/n) couldn't remember the last time she'd felt truly rested. Even before last night, the pressures of being a counselor, of being responsible for so many young kids, had weighed heavily on her. And now...

For a moment, (Y/n) felt an overwhelming urge to leave her bunk and curl up beside Jungkook, to bask in the aura of peacefulness that surrounded him. She longed to shut out the world, to pretend for just a little longer that everything was normal. To feel his arm around her, solid and real, anchoring her in a world that suddenly felt unstable and frightening.

But she knew that the second she stepped out of the cabin door, reality would come crashing back. The missing camper, the bloody shirt, the questions without answers - it was all waiting for her just outside.

With a silent sigh, (Y/n) decided to let him sleep on. He would need the rest for whatever the day might bring. As for her, she couldn't ignore what was happening, no matter how much she might want to. The world outside was waiting, full of questions and fears that needed to be faced.

Steeling herself, (Y/n) slowly climbed from her bed, careful not to make any noise that might disturb Jungkook. Her bare feet touched the cool wooden floor, sending another shiver up her spine. She padded quietly to the small dresser, pulling out clothes for the day. As she dressed, she caught sight of herself in the small mirror hanging on the wall. The girl who looked back at her seemed different somehow, the weight of recent events etched in the shadows under her eyes and the tight set of her mouth.

As she gathered her things and prepared to face the day, she cast one last glance at Jungkook's sleeping form, allowing herself a brief moment to wish for the peace he seemed to have found in sleep. His hand dangled off the edge of the bunk, and (Y/n) had to clench her fists to stop herself from reaching out to touch it, to wake him and share the burden of what was to come.

Instead, she turned towards the door, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The sounds from outside were growing louder - car doors, voices, the crunch of gravel under boots. The investigation was ramping up, and she knew she needed to be out there, doing whatever she could to help.

With one hand on the doorknob, (Y/n) paused, looking back at the quiet sanctuary of the cabin. For just a moment, she allowed herself to imagine a different summer, one filled with laughter and campfires and innocent games, like it was before. Then, squaring her shoulders, she turned the knob and stepped out into the harsh light of day, ready to face whatever challenges awaited her in a world that had been forever changed by the events of the previous night.

The light from the sun stung her eyes, making her lift her hand up as they adjusted to the bright light.

(Y/n) stepped out of the cabin, the crisp morning air a stark contrast to the stuffy interior. The camp, usually bustling with early morning activity, was eerily quiet. A lone police cruiser sat parked near the counselors' cabins, its presence a jarring reminder of the previous night's events.

As she made her way towards the dining hall, more patrol cars came into view, dotting the landscape like ominous landmarks. Officers moved about with purpose, their hushed conversations carrying on the gentle breeze. The juxtaposition of their somber presence against the beautiful morning felt almost surreal to (Y/n).

The sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky, a far cry from the tumultuous weather of the night before. Gone were the violent winds that had whipped the lake into a frenzy; now, only a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. The peacefulness of the morning felt almost mocking, as if nature itself was oblivious to the turmoil that had descended upon Mason's Creek.

Lost in her thoughts, (Y/n)'s feet carried her along the familiar path to the dining hall. The usual sounds of laughter and chatter were replaced by hushed whispers and the occasional sniffle from a homesick camper. The events of the night had cast a heavy pall over the entire camp.

As she entered the dining hall, her eyes immediately sought out familiar faces. She spotted Jimin at their usual table and made her way over, noting the uncharacteristic slump of his shoulders.

"Morning," she said softly, sliding into the seat next to him.

Jimin looked up, and (Y/n) was struck by how tired he appeared. His usually perfectly styled hair was mussed, dark circles prominent under his eyes. The polished air he typically exuded was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey," he replied, his voice rough with exhaustion. "How are you holding up?"

(Y/n) shrugged, unsure how to answer. "As well as can be expected, I guess. You look like you didn't sleep at all."

Jimin attempted a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "That obvious, huh? Yeah, couldn't really settle after... everything."

They lapsed into silence for a moment, the weight of the previous night hanging heavy between them. (Y/n)'s mind drifted back to the police interviews, the endless questions that seemed to lead nowhere.

"Did they ask you about the shirt?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah. Wanted to know exactly where we found it, if we'd seen anyone near the lake earlier in the day. I kept thinking maybe I'd missed something, you know? Like if I'd just been more observant..."

She reached out, placing her hand over his. "Hey, don't do that to yourself. We couldn't have known."

He turned his hand over, squeezing hers gratefully. "I know. It's just... hard not to wonder, you know? If I hadn't been on that supply run to the boathouse with my headphones in, maybe I would have noticed something. Seen someone suspicious near the lake."

(Y/n) felt a small jolt at this information. She had completely disregarded the fact that Jimin had been away from the main camp area during that crucial time. "You were at the boathouse?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

Jimin nodded, a flicker of something - guilt? worry? - crossing his face. "Yeah, Jin asked me to inventory some equipment and organise everything after their kayaking trip yesterday . I had music on, was completely oblivious to what was happening. I can't help thinking if I'd just been more aware..."

She squeezed his hand reassuringly, even as her mind raced with this new information. "You couldn't have known," she said softly. "None of us could have."

Her mind had been running in circles all night, replaying every moment of the past few days, searching for some sign they might have missed.

"Thanks, by the way," she said after a moment. "For last night. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there."

Jimin's expression softened slightly. "That's what friends are for, right? We've got to stick together through this."

Their conversation was interrupted as Hoseok and Taehyung joined them at the table. Hoseok, usually the mood-maker of the group, was uncharacteristically quiet, his usual bright smile nowhere to be seen. Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed unable to sit still, his leg bouncing nervously under the table.

"Has anyone seen Jin?" Taehyung asked, his eyes darting around the room. "I've been trying to find him all morning. I wanted to ask about the nature hike scheduled for today, if we should cancel or..."

"I couldn't find him either," Hoseok interjected, his voice low, not looking up from his plate. "Checked his office, the boathouse... I thought about knocking on his cabin, but Namjoon was still asleep, and I didn't want to wake him."

(Y/n) frowned. It wasn't like Jin to be unreachable, especially not now when they needed guidance more than ever.

"What about Yoongi?" she asked, noticing another empty seat at their table.

Jimin shook his head. "Haven't seen him. Probably still asleep after the late-night search with Namjoon and Jungkook."

The mention of Jungkook's name sent a small jolt through (Y/n). She thought of him, still peacefully asleep in their cabin, and felt a pang of envy mixed with concern.

"So what do we do?" Taehyung asked, bringing (Y/n)'s attention back to the matter at hand. "About the activities, I mean. Do we just... carry on as normal?"

There was a moment of hesitation as they all looked at each other, unsure. Finally, (Y/n) spoke up.

"I think... I think we should try to keep things as normal as possible for the kids. They're scared enough as it is. But maybe we modify things a bit? Keep activities closer to the main camp, have extra counselors on hand."

Hoseok nodded slowly. "That makes sense. We don't want to alarm them more, but we need to be cautious."

"I could help with your nature hike, Tae," (Y/n) offered. "We could stick to the trails nearer to the camp, maybe focus on identifying plants or something."

Taehyung's face brightened slightly at the suggestion. "Yeah, that could work. Thanks, (Y/n)."

As they continued to discuss plans for the day, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality wash over her. Here they were, planning nature hikes and craft sessions while police combed the camp for clues about a missing child. It felt wrong somehow, but she knew they had to try to maintain some semblance of normalcy, if only for the sake of the other campers.

The dining hall gradually filled with more counselors and campers, the volume of whispers increasing. (Y/n) knew they'd have to address the situation head-on soon, but for now, she was grateful for this moment of quiet planning with her friends.

As breakfast wound down, they stood to leave, each heading off to prepare for their morning activities. (Y/n) fell into step beside Taehyung as they made their way towards the nature trail.

"You sure you're okay with helping out?" Taehyung asked as they walked. "I know you've got your own things to do."

She nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, I'm sure. I just think keeping busy might be the best thing for all of us right now."

As they stepped onto the trail, the sounds of the camp faded behind them, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and chirping of birds. For a moment, she could almost pretend it was just another normal day at camp. But as they rounded a bend and came across a police officer examining the underbrush, reality came crashing back.

(Y/n) and Taehyung made their way towards the clearing where the children were waiting for their nature hike. The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. As they approached, she could hear the excited chatter of the campers, their voices a mix of anticipation and underlying nervousness.

Taehyung stepped forward, his usual bright smile in place, though (Y/n) could see the strain around his eyes. "Alright, everyone! Who's ready for an adventure in nature?" he began, his voice carrying across the clearing. "Today, we're going to learn about..."

As Taehyung's words faded into the background, (Y/n)'s attention was drawn to a scene unfolding in the distance. Up on a slight incline, partially obscured by trees, she could make out two figures engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. With a jolt, she recognized Jin, his usually composed demeanor nowhere to be seen. Beside him stood the sheriff, his stance rigid and authoritative.

Though too far away to hear their words, (Y/n) could sense the tension in their exchange. Jin's movements were uncharacteristically frantic, his hands gesticulating wildly as he spoke. The sheriff, in contrast, stood stock-still, his face set in a grim expression. As she watched, the sheriff raised his hand, causing Jin to flinch back slightly. But instead of striking, the sheriff clenched his fist and brought it down sharply, the gesture seeming more like a warning than an act of defeat.

She found herself transfixed by the scene, her mind racing with questions. What could they be discussing that would cause such an aggressive exchange? Was there new information about the missing camper? Or was this about something else entirely?

"(Y/n)?" Taehyung's voice cut through her thoughts. "Everything okay?"

Startled, (Y/n) realized she had completely tuned out the start of the nature hike. The children had already begun their plant identification activity, scattered around the clearing with worksheets in hand.

"Sorry," she mumbled, nodding towards the distant figures. "I just noticed Jin with the sheriff. It looks... intense."

Taehyung followed her gaze, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Huh. I wonder what that's about. Should we...?"

She shook her head. "No, we should focus on the kids. They need us here."

With a concerted effort, (Y/n) turned her attention back to the activity at hand. She moved among the campers, helping identify leaves and flowers, answering questions, and offering encouragement. But even as she immersed herself in the task, part of her mind remained fixated on the exchange she had witnessed.

The morning passed in a blur of green leaves and curious questions. Before (Y/n) knew it, it was time to usher the children back for lunch. As they approached the dining hall, she spotted Jimin making his way towards them.

"Hey," he called out, falling into step beside her. "How'd the nature hike go?"

She shrugged, her mind still partially elsewhere. "It went fine. The kids seemed to enjoy it, at least. I did feel a bit useless when it came to helping identifying the plants though"

They entered the dining hall, the usual lunchtime bustle subdued by an undercurrent of tension. (Y/n)'s eyes scanned the room, taking in the gathered counselors. Jungkook was notably absent, likely still catching up on sleep after the late-night search. At a table slightly removed from the others, Jin sat with Namjoon, their heads close together in what appeared to be an intense discussion.

As (Y/n), Jimin, and Taehyung settled at their usual table, joined by Hoseok and Yoongi, Taehyung nodded towards Jin and Namjoon. "They've been like that since they came in," he said in a low voice. "Very hush-hush. I wonder what's going on."

Yoongi, who had been silently picking at his food, shot Taehyung a sharp look. "It's probably best not to speculate," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "I'm sure they'll tell us what we need to know when the time is right."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the table. (Y/n) found herself studying her fellow counselors, noting the signs of stress and fatigue on each of their faces. Hoseok, usually a bundle of energy, seemed subdued, his movements lacking their usual bounce. Yoongi's face was set in a grim mask, his eyes darting occasionally to where Jin and Namjoon sat. Taehyung fidgeted in his seat, clearly bursting with questions he didn't dare ask.

Jimin cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "So, (Y/n)," he began, his voice forcibly light, "I was wondering if you might be able to help me out with my swim class this afternoon? I could use an extra set of eyes on the kids."

She nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Sure, I'd be happy to help. What time?"

As Jimin filled her in on the details, she found her gaze drifting over Jimin's shoulder to Jin and Namjoon. She couldn't shake the memory of Jin's confrontation with the sheriff, or the secretive nature of his current discussion with Namjoon. What weren't they telling the rest of the counselors?

The rest of lunch passed in a haze of stilted conversation and worried glances. As they prepared to head out for the afternoon activities, (Y/n) noticed Jin and Namjoon still deep in discussion, seemingly oblivious to the curious looks thrown their way.

"Ready to go?" Jimin's voice pulled her attention back. He stood beside her, a stack of towels in his arms and a forced smile on his face.

She nodded, falling into step beside him as they made their way towards the lake. The sun was high in the sky now, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in (Y/n)'s chest. As they walked, she found herself scanning the tree line, half expecting to see the sheriff lurking in the shadows.

"You okay?" Jimin asked softly, nudging her arm. "You seem... distracted."

(Y/n) considered deflecting, but the concern in Jimin's eyes made her pause. "I saw something earlier," she began hesitantly. "Jin and the sheriff, they were arguing. It looked pretty intense."

Jimin's brow furrowed. "Arguing? About what?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I was too far away to hear anything. But Jin looked... I've never seen him like that before. And now all this secrecy with Namjoon..."

Jimin was quiet for a moment, processing this information. "I'm sure there's an explanation," he said finally, though his tone lacked conviction. "Maybe they're just trying to protect us, you know? Keep us from worrying more than we already are."

(Y/n) nodded, wanting to believe him. But as they reached the lake, the water glittering innocently in the afternoon sun, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on than any of them realised.

The midday sun beat down on Mason's Creek, turning the day into a sweltering haze. (Y/n) was secretly relieved to be helping with the swim class; the cool water of the lake promised a welcome respite from the heat.

She made her way to the small boathouse near the shore to change. As she slipped into her navy blue one-piece swimsuit, she caught a glimpse of herself in the dusty mirror hanging on the wall. The suit hugged her curves, the modest cut still managing to be flattering. She quickly tied her hair back, eager to join the class.

As (Y/n) stepped out of the boathouse, she could hear the excited chatter of children making their way down to the lake. Their voices carried on the warm breeze, a mix of anticipation and playful banter.

Jimin stood at the water's edge, already in his swim trunks, his lean muscles on display. He was addressing the group of campers, his voice carrying clearly across the beach. "Alright, everyone! We've got a treat today. Miss (Y/n) will be joining us to help out with the lesson."

She made her way down to the group, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and excitement as she approached. Jimin turned to her with a warm smile, and for a moment, she found herself appreciating how the sunlight played off his damp silver hair.

"Thanks for coming to help," he said, his eyes meeting hers briefly before turning back to the campers. "Okay, let's split into groups. Beginners with me, intermediate swimmers with Miss (Y/n)."

As they waded into the water, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the coolness enveloping her.

She began working with her group, demonstrating proper form for the breaststroke. However, she found her gaze occasionally drifting to where Jimin was patiently guiding the younger children through basic floating techniques.

She watched as he gently supported a nervous young boy, his encouragement evident even from a distance. The sunlight glinted off the water droplets on his skin, and (Y/n) found herself admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved through the water. She quickly snapped her attention back to her own group, chiding herself for getting distracted. They were friends and coworkers, nothing more.

She was deep in concentration, helping a young girl perfect her backstroke when a tug on her arm caught her attention.

"Miss (Y/n)," one of the boys whispered, pointing towards the shore. "I think Mr. Jimin and Mr. Jungkook are fighting."

She looked up, squinting against the sun's glare on the water. Sure enough, she could see Jungkook, shirtless and smirking, making his way into the water. Jimin was already moving to intercept him, his usually calm demeanor replaced by obvious irritation.

"Keep practicing, everyone," (Y/n) instructed her group. "I'll be right back."

As she began to swim towards the confrontation, she could hear their voices carrying across the water, growing clearer with each stroke.

"Jungkook," Jimin called out, his voice tight. "This is my class. What are you doing here?"

Jungkook's grin widened as he waded deeper, the water now lapping at his waist. "Thought I'd lend a hand. After all, some of us actually know how to swim properly."

She saw Jimin's jaw clench, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I've been running these classes all summer. We don't need your 'help'."

"All summer?" Jungkook laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. "And yet half these kids still can't do a proper freestyle. Face it, Jimin, you're out of your depth here."

As (Y/n) drew closer, she noticed Jungkook's eyes flick towards her briefly before returning to Jimin. His smirk grew, if possible, even more pronounced.

Jimin's face flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment, (Y/n) couldn't tell. "At least I show up to my assigned activities instead of barging in where I'm not wanted."

"Not wanted?" Jungkook's eyebrow raised. "Funny, that's not the impression I get. But then again, you've always been a bit slow on the uptake, haven't you?"

She frowned, confused by the undercurrent in Jungkook's words. She was close enough now to see the muscle jumping in Jimin's jaw as he clenched it tighter.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jimin's voice was low, dangerous.

Jungkook stepped closer, his voice lowering so the kids couldn't hear. "Come on, Jimin. We both know why you're really upset. It's not about the class, is it? It's about who's teaching it with you."

(Y/n) paused in the water, torn between intervening and staying back. The tension between the two was palpable, and she had a sinking feeling that her presence might only make things worse.

Jimin's knuckles were white as he clenched his fists tighter. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Jungkook's smirk was cruel now. His eyes flickered to (Y/n) again, and this time, Jimin noticed. "I see the way you look at her. Too bad she doesn't look at you the same way, huh?"

She felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and confusion washing over her. What was Jungkook implying?

For a moment, she thought Jimin might actually throw a punch. His whole body was coiled tight, like a spring ready to release. Instead, he took a deep breath, his voice coming out low and challenging. "You think you're so great? Prove it. Right here, right now. A race, you and me."

Jungkook's eyes lit up with triumph. "You're on, short stuff. Hope you're ready to lose in front of all your students."

As they began to set up for their impromptu race, (Y/n) finally found her voice. "Guys, come on. This isn't necessary. We're supposed to be teaching a class here."

But neither Jimin nor Jungkook seemed to hear her. They were too focused on each other, the air between them crackling with a tension that went far beyond simple rivalry.

She looked back at her group of students, who were now watching the unfolding drama with rapt attention. She felt a knot of anxiety form in her stomach. This wasn't just friendly competition anymore. There was an edge to their interaction that made her deeply uneasy.

As Jimin and Jungkook lined up at the water's edge, she couldn't shake the feeling that this confrontation was about much more than just a swimming class. Whatever was really going on between these two, she had a sinking feeling that the ripples from this race would spread far beyond the shores of the lake.

The children gathered excitedly at the shoreline, their chatter a mix of anticipation and confusion. (Y/n) felt a twinge of guilt; this wasn't the lesson she and Jimin had planned.

"(Y/n)," Jimin called, his voice tight. "Would you mind officiating?"

She nodded apprehensively, wading to stand between Jungkook and Jimin. Up close, she could see the tension in both their faces, jaws clenched and eyes focused ahead.

"Alright," she began, trying to keep her voice steady. "Here are the rules. You'll swim to the buoy and back. No interfering with each other. First one to touch the dock wins. Understood?"

Both men nodded curtly. (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the determination etched on their faces, almost feeling embarrassed that their rivalry seemed to center around her.

"Take your positions," she instructed. Jungkook and Jimin waded out a bit, ready to dive in at her signal.

Just as Eden was about to start the race, a voice beside her made her jump. "Quite the show, huh?"

She turned to see Hoseok sitting on the edge of the dock, his legs dangling over the water. She hadn't even heard him approach, too engrossed in the tension between Jungkook and Jimin.

"On your mark," (Y/n) called, pushing aside her surprise. "Get set... Go!"

Jungkook and Jimin dove into the water, their powerful strokes quickly propelling them towards the distant buoy. The campers cheered from the shore, picking sides and shouting encouragement.

"They're really going at it," Hoseok commented, his eyes following the swimmers. "All this over a swimming class?"

She shifted uncomfortably. "It's... complicated."

Hoseok's gaze slid to her, a strange glint in his eye. "I'm sure it is," he murmured.

Out in the lake, Jungkook and Jimin were neck and neck as they rounded the buoy, their arms cutting through the water with fierce determination. The race back was just as close, neither man giving an inch.

Hoseok leaned in closer to (Y/n). "You know," he said, his voice unusually serious, "this rivalry might seem harmless now, but you don't want it getting out of hand. Things at camp have a way of... intensifying."

She glanced at him, caught off guard by his tone. "What do you mean?"

Hoseok's eyes remained fixed on the swimmers, a frown creasing his usually cheerful face. "Just keep an eye out for it, (Y/n). That's all I'm saying."

As they approached the dock, (Y/n) held her breath. It was close. In the final stretch, Jungkook's longer reach gave him the edge. His hand slapped the wood of the dock a split second before Jimin's.

"Jungkook wins," (Y/n) announced, her voice barely audible over the mixed cheers and groans from the shore.

Jimin's face was a mask of frustration as he pulled himself out of the water. Jungkook, grinning triumphantly, shook his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere.

"Better luck next time, short stuff," Jungkook taunted.

Hoseok stood to leave, placing a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. His grip was firm, almost urgent. "Don't forget what I said, (Y/n)," he murmured, his gaze intense. "Watch yourself."

With that enigmatic warning, he turned and walked back towards the main camp, leaving (Y/n) with an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach despite the warm sun.

As her gaze followed Hoseok, she noticed a figure standing at the edge of the treeline. It was Jin, his expression unreadable from this distance. Before she could ponder his presence, he walked back into the shadows of the forest towards camp.

"(Y/n)," Jungkook's voice pulled her attention back. He was standing close, water droplets glistening on his skin. "I could use some help with archery. Want to come dry off and give me a hand?"

She hesitated, glancing at Jimin. He was already turning back to the campers, his posture rigid with barely contained anger. She knew she should stay, help clean up after the interrupted lesson. But Jungkook was already guiding her towards the shore, his hand warm on her lower back.

"Come on," he urged. "The kids will be fine with Jimin."

As they walked away, she couldn't help but look back. Jimin stood in the water, watching them go. The hurt and anger on his face made her stomach twist with guilt. But Jungkook's insistent tugging and the memory of Hoseok's strange words propelled her forward, towards the archery range and away from the tension-filled lake.

As they made their way from the lake, (Y/n) could feel the warmth of the sun drying her skin. Jungkook walked close beside her, his arm occasionally brushing against hers.

"You know," he said with a smirk, "I think I might need to give Jimin some swimming lessons. Couldn't even keep up in a simple race."

She shot him a disapproving look. "That's enough, Jungkook. The race is over."

He held up his hands in mock surrender, but his grin didn't falter. "Alright, alright. No need to get defensive on his behalf."

They reached the archery range, a cleared area with several targets set up at varying distances. Jungkook grabbed a bow and a quiver of arrows from a nearby rack.

"Ever shot before?" he asked, offering her the bow.

She shook her head. "No, never had the chance."

A glint appeared in Jungkook's eye. "Well then, allow me to teach you."

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. (Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat as he positioned himself behind her, his chest pressed against her back. She could feel the warmth of his skin through her still-damp clothes.

"Here," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. "Hold the bow like this."

His hands covered hers, guiding them into the proper position. (Y/n)'s heart raced, the sound of her pulse thundering in her ears. She was acutely aware of every point of contact between them.

Jungkook reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered for a moment on her cheek, and she felt a shiver run down her spine that had nothing to do with the cool water on her skin.

"Now," he said softly, "draw the string back. Feel the tension?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She could feel Jungkook's strong arms guiding hers, his body a solid presence behind her. He adjusted her stance slightly, his hand on her hip sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed. (Y/n) complied, trying to ignore how his chest rose and fell in sync with hers. "And... release."

The arrow flew true, hitting just off-center of the target. (Y/n) let out a surprised laugh, turning her head to look at Jungkook. Their faces were inches apart, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

They spent the next hour shooting arrows, Jungkook offering guidance and the occasional unnecessarily close adjustment to her form. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, (Y/n) realized something.

"Hey," she said, turning to face Jungkook. "Where are all the campers? I thought you needed help with a class?"

Jungkook's grin turned sheepish. "Well... I might have exaggerated the need for assistance. But hey, you're the camper I'm teaching today."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Impossibly charming, you mean," he retorted with a wink.

As they made their way back to the cabins to change for dinner, (Y/n) realized how late it had gotten. The paths were filled with campers heading back from their evening meal, their excited chatter filling the air.

"Did you see the race?"

"I can't believe how close it was!"

"Jungkook totally crushed it!"

The snippets of conversation swirled around them as they approached the mess hall. (Y/n) felt a twinge of guilt, remembering Jimin's face after the race.

As (Y/n) and Jungkook entered the mess hall, a hush fell over the room. Conversations died mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to watch them make their way to the counselors' table. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Jimin, who had been engaged in quiet conversation with Taehyung, immediately stiffened. His shoulders hunched, and his gaze dropped to his plate, jaw clenching visibly. The change in his demeanor was stark, like a switch had been flipped.

(Y/n) slid into her usual seat next to Jimin, hyper-aware of the silence that still permeated the room. Gradually, conversations resumed, but in hushed tones, punctuated by furtive glances towards their table.

"So," Taehyung began, his voice overly cheerful in an attempt to dispel the tension, "how was everyone's afternoon?"

Jungkook launched into a detailed account of his archery session with (Y/n), while Jimin remained stubbornly silent, pushing his food around his plate with increasing aggression.

Concerned, she placed a gentle hand on Jimin's arm. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked softly.

Jimin jerked away from her touch, his movement so sudden and harsh that (Y/n) flinched. Instantly, regret flashed across Jimin's face, and for a moment, it seemed like he might apologise. But the moment passed, and he turned away.

As (Y/n)'s posture deflated, Taehyung, oblivious to the undercurrents, brought up the race. "Man, you guys were amazing out there! I've never seen anything like it!"

"Well," Jungkook smirked, "some of us are just naturally gifted."

Jimin's head snapped up, eyes blazing. "Naturally gifted? More like naturally arrogant. You think you're so great because you won one race?"

"That one race proved I'm the better swimmer," Jungkook shot back.

"Guys, please," (Y/n) interjected, "can we not do this now?"

But her plea fell on deaf ears as Jimin and Jungkook continued to trade barbs, their voices rising with each exchange.

"At least I stick to my own activities instead of butting in where I'm not wanted," Jimin snarled.

"Not wanted? Funny, that's not the impression I got from (Y/n) earlier," Jungkook retorted with a smug grin.

"ENOUGH!" She exploded, slamming her hands on the table. The sudden outburst silenced not just Jimin and Jungkook, but the entire mess hall. "You're both acting like children. This needs to stop, right now."

In the awkward ringing silence that followed, Taehyung cleared his throat. "Hey, did I ever tell you guys about the camper who went missing years ago during a swim? They say on quiet nights, you can still hear-"

Yoongi groaned, dropping his head into his hands. He mumbled something unintelligible through his fingers.

Namjoon stood up, moving to stand behind Taehyung. "Taehyung, this really isn't the time for ghost stories," he said firmly, taehyung looked away embarrassed. "We need to discuss tonight's patrol schedule."

He began outlining the night's assignments. "Jin and Hoseok will take the first shift. Taehyung and Hoseok, you'll be second. Jungkook and..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the table before landing on Jungkook and Jimin. "Jungkook and Jimin, you'll be paired together. (Y/n), you're with me for the final shift."

Immediately, protests erupted from both Jungkook and Jimin.

"There's no way I'm patrolling with him!" Jungkook exclaimed.

"Can't I be paired with (Y/n) instead?" Jimin argued simultaneously.

(Y/n), seeing the disaster looming, turned to Namjoon and Jin. "Maybe it would be better if I partnered with one of them instead?" she suggested hopefully. "I'm not sure putting them together is the best idea right now."

Jin's expression hardened. "No, I think it's best if Jungkook and Jimin work out whatever is going on between them. And (Y/n)," he added, his gaze sharp and disapproving, "I don't think you'd be helping the situation by getting involved. In fact, you might be part of the problem."

The jab hit her like a physical blow. She fell silent, feeling small and chastised as Jungkook and Jimin continued to argue in the background, oblivious to the comment made against her.

As dinner wrapped up, (Y/n) and Jungkook made their way back to their cabin. Jungkook complained the entire walk. "I can't believe they're making me patrol with Jimin. It should be you and me out there, (Y/n). Don't you think this is unfair?"

(Y/n), lost in her own thoughts and feeling underappreciated by everyone, barely registered Jungkook's words. She mumbled non-committal responses, eager to reach the cabin and escape into sleep.

Once inside, she quickly changed and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head to block out Jungkook's continued grumbling.

Some time later she woke up, (Y/n) was vaguely aware of Jungkook sitting on the edge of her bed. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm heading out for patrol now."

Half-asleep, (Y/n) felt the gentle press of his lips against her forehead. "Be careful," she murmured, already trying to drift back off to sleep, but as the door clicked back into place she found herself wide awake.

As the cabin door clicked shut behind Jungkook. The sudden absence of his presence left her feeling oddly vulnerable. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to deepen, and every creak of the old cabin made her heart race.

Frustrated by her inability to fall back asleep, she groaned and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She might as well get ready for her own patrol. She ran a brush through her tangled hair, wincing at the knots, and shrugged on a jacket to ward off the night chill.

Settling back on her bed, (Y/n)'s eyes fell on the book on the bedside table she'd been reading earlier: "And Then There Were None" by Agatha Christie. She picked it up, running her fingers over the worn cover. Usually, she loved losing herself in intricate plots, but tonight, she hesitated to open it.

Still, seeking any distraction from her restless thoughts, (Y/n) flipped to where she'd left off. As she read, following the characters' growing paranoia and mistrust, she felt a knot forming in her stomach. The isolated island setting felt uncomfortably familiar, mirroring their own situation at Mason's Creek.

She found herself reading about the clever misdirection of the killer, how they had manipulated events and perceptions. Normally, she'd admire such narrative cunning, but now it only made her uneasy. Were they missing something obvious, some clue hidden in plain sight?

With a sigh, she closed the book. Even her favorite novel wasn't providing the escape she craved. The characters' suspicions of each other hit too close to home, echoing the tension that had been building among the counselors.

As she set the book aside, the cabin door suddenly opened, making (Y/n) yelp in surprise, her hand flying to her chest.

"Sorry," Jungkook mumbled, looking sheepish. He shuffled in and face-planted onto his bed with a groan.

"How was patrol?" She asked, trying to calm her racing heart.

Jungkook's response was muffled by his pillow, but she caught the words "Jimin" and "impossible" among the grumbling.

"Come on," (Y/n) said, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "I'm sure you weren't exactly a ray of sunshine either."

Jungkook turned his head, shooting her a menacing look. (Y/n) chuckled, reaching out to knead his tense shoulders. "You're so wound up," she murmured.

As she worked out the knots in his muscles, Jungkook slowly relaxed under her touch. Suddenly, he sat up, turning to face her. His expression was intense, unreadable.

"What?" She asked, her hands falling to her lap.

Jungkook didn't respond. Instead, he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek gently. (Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat at the tenderness of the gesture. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken words and barely contained emotions.

"(Y/n), I-" Jungkook began, his voice low and husky.

A sharp knock at the door made them both jump, both of them looking towards door. "(Y/n)?" Namjoon's voice called. "Ready for patrol?"

The moment shattered. She sprang to her feet, her cheeks burning. "Coming!" she called, grabbing her flashlight.

As she moved towards the door, Jungkook caught her wrist. "Be careful out there," he said softly, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, unable to find her voice. She slipped out of the cabin to find Namjoon waiting, his face impassive in the moonlight.

The cool night air hit (Y/n)'s face as she stepped out of the cabin, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim light. Namjoon's silhouette was outlined against the moonlit sky, his lean frame leaning casually against the cabin's railing. His face was mostly in shadow, but she could sense his alertness.

With a fluid motion, Namjoon pushed himself off the railing. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low.

(Y/n) nodded, falling into step beside him as they headed towards the woods. As they walked, Namjoon briefed her on the night's patrol.

"We've been focusing on the areas the sheriff's team hasn't covered yet," he explained. "Jin's been coordinating with them. So far, they've combed most of the camp grounds and the immediate forest area."

"Any leads?" She asked, hope creeping into her voice despite her best efforts.

Namjoon shook his head. "Nothing concrete. The main theory they're working with is that the boy might have run away. We're supposed to check the lake's edge for anything that might have washed up, and scan the tree line for any signs of passage."

They lapsed into silence as they reached the lake. The water was still, a perfect mirror of the star-studded sky above. For a moment, she forgot the reason for their patrol, lost in the beauty of the scene.

(Y/n) and Namjoon walked in companionable silence for a while, the moonlight casting long shadows across their path. The tension of the day still lingered in (Y/n)'s mind, and Namjoon seemed to sense her unease.

"You know," he began, his tone light, "I was thinking about Taehyung's attempt at storytelling at dinner."

She couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh god, that was so awkward. He really doesn't know when to quit, does he?"

Namjoon grinned. "I swear, that guy could find a way to make small talk at a funeral. Remember last year's talent show? When he tried to lighten the mood after that kid fell off the stage?"

"Don't remind me," she groaned. "I thought Jin was going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment."

"Ah, yes," Namjoon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Nothing says 'don't worry about your sprained ankle' like an impromptu rap about the dangers of stage diving."

(Y/n) burst out laughing. "Oh man, and then he tried to demonstrate a 'safe' stage dive and nearly took out the entire front row!"

Namjoon shook his head, chuckling. "I swear, Taehyung operates on a completely different wavelength than the rest of us. It's like he's got his own personal reality where everything is an opportunity for entertainment."

"Maybe we should get him to give seminars on confidence," she suggested. "Step one: Assume everyone always wants to hear what you have to say. Step two: If they look uncomfortable, that means you're not trying hard enough."

They both laughed at that, the sound echoing across the still lake. As their mirth subsided, (Y/n) felt some of the day's tension ease from her shoulders. She glanced at Namjoon gratefully, realizing he'd been trying to lighten her mood. After a moment, (Y/n) took a deep breath.

"Namjoon, can I ask you something? It's... it's about Jungkook and Jimin."

Namjoon's expression turned serious, but he nodded encouragingly. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

She hesitated, feeling guilty for burdening him with her problems. He already had so much on his plate "I'm sorry, I know you've got a lot to deal with already..."

"Hey," Namjoon said gently, "it's okay. We're all in this together, right? What's going on?"

Encouraged by his kindness, (Y/n) opened up. "I just... I don't know what to do about their fighting. It feels like it's getting worse, and somehow I'm caught in the middle of it all. I want to help, but everything I do seems to make it worse."

Namjoon was quiet for a moment, considering her words. "Relationships can be complicated," he said finally. "Especially when feelings are involved. But you can't control how they act, (Y/n). You can only control your own actions and reactions."

"I know," (Y/n) sighed. "It's just... I feel like I'm letting everyone down. Like I should be able to fix this somehow."

"That's not your responsibility," Namjoon assured her. "Jungkook and Jimin are adults. They need to work this out themselves."

She nodded, absorbing his advice. They walked in silence for a bit longer before she spoke again.

"There's something else," she admitted, her voice small. "Jin's comment at dinner... about me being part of the problem. I know he's under a lot of stress with everything that's happening, but... it really hurt."

Namjoon shifted uncomfortably beside her. She knew he and Jin were close friends, had been since childhood. "Jin... he didn't mean it the way it sounded," Namjoon said, though his tone lacked conviction. "He's under a lot of stress with everything that's happening."

"I understand he's stressed," (Y/n) pressed on. "We all are. But it feels like no matter what I do, it's wrong. I'm trying my best to keep things normal for the kids, to be there for Jungkook and Jimin, to help with the search... and it just feels like it's not enough."

Namjoon stopped walking, turning to face (Y/n) fully. "Listen to me," he said, his voice firm but kind. "You're doing an amazing job. This situation... it's unprecedented. We're all struggling to cope. Jin shouldn't have said what he did, and I'll talk to him about it. You're not the problem here. Far from it."

She felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means a lot."

Namjoon opened his mouth to respond, but froze suddenly. (Y/n) was about to ask what was wrong when she heard it too - a faint snap of a twig nearby.

Namjoon's finger flew up to his lips, signalling for silence. His eyes scanned the darkness around them, alert and focused. "Could be a deer," he whispered, barely audible. "Or maybe a bear. Let's kill the lights and get low."

With practiced ease, they both switched off their flashlights and crouched down. (Y/n)'s heart pounded in her chest as they waited in tense silence. Namjoon's calm demeanor was reassuring, but she could sense his heightened alertness.

Minutes ticked by, feeling like hours. (Y/n)'s legs began to cramp from the awkward position, but she didn't dare move. Namjoon remained perfectly still beside her, his eyes continuously scanning their surroundings.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Namjoon slowly straightened up. "I think we're clear," he whispered. "Probably just-“ but before he could finish his sentence another sound broke the stillness of the night.

A whistle.

Low and melodic, it sent chills down (Y/n)'s spine. It wasn't the cheerful whistle of a fellow counselor or a bird's night call. This was deliberate, almost mocking.

Slowly, (Y/n) and Namjoon turned towards the source of the sound. In the shadows of the trees, barely visible in the moonlight, stood a figure.

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat. The figure was completely covered, its outfit blending seamlessly with the darkness around it. The moon at its back cast its face in deep shadow, but she could feel its gaze fixed on them.

In its hand, glinting dully in the moonlight, was what looked like an axe.

She felt rooted to the spot, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure the figure must be able to hear it. Beside her, she heard Namjoon's sharp intake of breath. She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of his face. The look of fear she saw there sent a jolt of panic through her. Namjoon, always calm and collected, looked utterly terrified. Slowly she turned back to look at the figure hoping they both had imagined it.

The figure tilted its head, the motion almost curious, mocking. It was playing with them, (Y/n) realised with growing horror. Like a cat toying with a mouse before the kill.

For what felt like an eternity, no one moved. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the lake water and (Y/n)'s own thundering pulse in her ears.

Then, so suddenly it made (Y/n) jump, Namjoon's hand clamped around her wrist.

"RUN!" he yelled, yanking her backwards.

(Y/n)'s feet seemed to move of their own accord, spurred on by Namjoon's grip and the pure terror coursing through her veins. As they sprinted away from the lake, crashing through the underbrush, she risked a glance back.

The figure stood where they had left it, still and silent. But as she watched, it raised its free hand in a wave, almost friendly if not for the axe still gripped in the other.

Then the trees obscured her view, and all (Y/n) could focus on was running, branches whipping past her face, Namjoon's hand still clasped tightly around her wrist.

Behind them, echoing through the woods, came that whistle again. Playful. Taunting.

Promising that this was only the beginning.

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Beneath Still Waters

A Stain On Summer [1]

Summer at Mason's Creek Summer Camp: where ghost stories come to life and campers vanish without a trace. As bloody clues surface and dark secrets emerge, a counselor finds herself at the center of a terrifying mystery. In these woods, trust is a luxury she can't afford - because the next victim could be her.

🏕 jungkook x reader x jimin

🏕 word count: 6.0k

🏕 warnings: not a lot of major warning for these first few chapters. Some blood mentioned. A little bit of jealousy. the horror element aren’t present in these first few chapters but be aware if it’s not a genre you like reading that the story contains murder and gore in later chapters <3

🏕 notes: I came up with this idea while replaying the quarry, which really inspired me to write this because I don’t think I’ve seen anyone write anything like this yet so please enjoy <3 also please comment to lmk if you guys actually liked this or not :P

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The bright rays of sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of pine trees, casting long shadows across the well-worn path to the amphitheater. (Y/n) who struggled to wrangle a stray group children, her arms full of scripts and prop lists, paused for a moment to breathe in the crisp morning air. Four weeks into her stint as a counselor at Mason's Creek Summer Camp, and she still found herself in awe of the natural beauty surrounding her. Sure, it was still almost impossible to hear the birds chirping over the constant chattering of the children, but being out in nature had a calming effect like no other.

The amphitheater, a rustic wooden structure nestled in a small clearing, not too far from the camp itself, came into view as (Y/n) rounded the final bend. Weather-beaten benches arranged in a semicircle faced a makeshift stage, where a group of eager campers were already gathering. Their excited chatter filled the air, a stark contrast to the serene forest backdrop.

(Y/n) smiled, adjusting her load as she approached. "Alright, thespians," she called out, her voice carrying across the clearing. "Who's ready to bring some Shakespeare to life?"

A chorus of enthusiastic responses greeted her, and (Y/n) felt a familiar thrill of excitement. This was why she loved being the Arts and Performance counselor. The energy, the creativity, the sheer joy of watching these kids discover their talents – it never got old.

Some of the bright faces talked happily among themselves, prepping for the morning activities, while others scoffed down the remaining remnants of breakfast - which (Y/n) had missed out on. She had been holed up in the Camp Director's Office since the sun began to rise, stuck to the ancient printer that wheezed and groaned with each page it reluctantly produced. Getting all the scripts in order had taken longer than she'd anticipated, but she was determined to have everything ready for the day's drama workshop.

As she began distributing scripts, her eyes scanning the excited faces of her campers, (Y/n) caught sight of a familiar figure jogging towards them. Jimin, his silver hair catching the morning light, waved as he approached. A small group of young girls near the edge of the group erupted into giggles, nudging each other and stealing glances at him.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, slightly out of breath. "Hoseok needed help with a last-minute change to the afternoon activities."

(Y/n) felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Jimin, I almost thought you weren't going to come. I was starting to think I'd have to manage this bunch alone."

He grinned, slapping her shoulder playfully. "And leave you to fend for yourself? Not a chance. Is that what you think of me?"

"Can you help some of those girls with their lines? They're still struggling with Act Two." She slapped a script to his chest with a smile.

As Jimin moved to assist a group of eager campers, who giggled as he approached, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile. There was an ease to their partnership, a natural rhythm they'd fallen into over the weeks. She couldn't have been more relieved that they had promised to help each other out before camp had started, not wanting to think of how she would deal with the hyperactive children by herself. She watched as he patiently guided the kids through their lines, his enthusiasm infectious.

After setting the older campers to work on their scenes, (Y/n) made her way back to where Jimin was sitting. She plopped down next to him, their shoulders brushing.

"How's it going over here?" she asked, nodding towards the group of kids now animatedly acting out their parts.

Jimin chuckled. "I think we might have a few future Broadway stars on our hands. Did you see the dramatics earlier?"

(Y/n) laughed, the tension from her hectic morning melting away. "Oh, it was Oscar-worthy for sure."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the campers' enthusiastic, if slightly chaotic, performances. Without thinking, (Y/n) leaned her head on Jimin's shoulder, a gesture born from years of familiarity.

"Thanks again for coming to help," she said softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you here."

Jimin's reply was warm. "Always, (Y/n)."

As they watched the impromptu performances unfold, trading quiet jokes and observations, (Y/n) felt grateful for this moment of peace amidst the usual camp chaos. She caught sight of Jimin's little fan club stealing glances their way and suppressed a smirk. However, their quiet companionship was soon interrupted as one of the younger campers approached, tugging on (Y/n)'s sleeve needing assistance with some props. 

The sound of laughter drew (Y/n)'s attention back to the stage, where two campers were attempting an overly dramatic interpretation of a scene from "Romeo and Juliet." She stifled a chuckle, moving closer to offer guidance.

As the rehearsal progressed, the forest around them grew darker, the shadows deepening between the trees. (Y/n) found herself glancing at the tree line more frequently, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach. Maybe it was the ghost stories Taehyung had been telling at the campfire the night before, or maybe it was something else entirely, but she couldn't shake the sensation of being watched.

The forest seemed to press in closer, the spaces between the trees now pitch black. She shook her head, trying to dispel the creeping sense of unease. It was just her imagination, she told herself. Just the power of suggestion after too many campfire tales.

But as the rehearsal continued, (Y/n) couldn't quite convince herself that everything was as it should be. Something had changed at Camp Mason's Creek, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that she couldn't quite put her finger on. 

The Arts and Crafts cabin stood as a haven of creativity amidst the bustling camp grounds. As (Y/n) pushed open the heavy wooden door, she was greeted by the familiar earthy scent of wet clay that permeated the air. The midday sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floorboards and illuminating specks of dust dancing in the air.

(Y/n) paused for a moment, taking in the scene before her. The large, open space was filled with tables of various sizes, each covered with plastic sheets to protect them from the inevitable mess. Shelves lined the walls, laden with an assortment of finished and half-finished projects – a testament to the campers' creativity over the weeks.

"Alright, everyone," (Y/n) called out, clapping her hands to get the attention of the excited campers filing in behind her. "Find a spot and we'll get started on our pottery project."

The room quickly filled with the sound of chatter and scraping chairs as the children settled into their places. (Y/n) moved between the tables, distributing lumps of clay and making sure everyone had the tools they needed.

"Remember," she said, raising her voice to be heard over the excited murmurs, "we're focusing on hand-building today. For those of you who want to try the wheel, we'll have time for that later in the week."

As the campers began to work, (Y/n) circulated the room, offering guidance and encouragement. She paused at one table where a young girl named Mia was frowning at her lump of clay.

"Everything okay, Mia?" (Y/n) asked, crouching down beside her.

Mia looked up, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I can't get it to look right," she said, gesturing at her misshapen attempt at a bowl.

(Y/n) smiled reassuringly. "That's okay. Remember, pottery isn't about perfection. It's about expressing yourself." She reached over, gently guiding Mia's hands. "Try pressing here, and smoothing it out like this."

As Mia's face lit up with renewed determination, (Y/n) felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Max, one of the older campers, holding up a blob of clay that vaguely resembled a face.

"Miss (Y/n), is this good enough for a self-portrait?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

(Y/n) bit back a laugh. "Well, Max, I think you've captured your essence perfectly. Maybe try adding some more hair, it looks like you're balding."

The room was soon filled with the sounds of laughter, concentration, and the occasional frustrated sigh. The whir of some of the pottery wheels added a rhythmic backdrop to the creative chaos. (Y/n) found herself lost in the joy of it all, moving from table to table, offering a word of advice here, a helping hand there.

She was in the middle of demonstrating how to attach a handle to a mug when a knock at the door caught her attention. Looking up, she saw Jungkook leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Archery finished early," he said, stepping into the room. "Thought I'd come see if you needed any help."

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. "Help, or make a mess?"

Jungkook clutched his chest in mock offense. "I'll have you know I'm an excellent potter. A modern day Michelangelo with clay."

The younger campers perked up at his arrival, excited whispers rippling through the room. (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the way some of the older girls suddenly became very interested in their work, stealing glances at Jungkook when they thought no one was looking.

"Alright, Michelangelo," (Y/n) challenged, gesturing to an empty wheel. "Show us what you've got."

Jungkook rolled up his sleeves, confidence radiating from every pore as he sat down at the wheel. "Watch and learn, kids. This is how you make a vase."

What followed was possibly the most disastrous attempt at pottery (Y/n) had ever witnessed. Clay flew in all directions as Jungkook struggled to control the wheel, his "vase" looking more like a formless lump with each passing second.

"Oops," he said, grinning sheepishly as a glob of clay landed on his cheek. "I meant to do that. It's abstract art."

The campers giggled, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle. (Y/n) shook her head, unable to keep the amusement off her face as she moved behind him.

"Here, let me help," she said, reaching around to guide his hands. "You need to center the clay first."

The moment her hands touched his, (Y/n) felt a jolt of electricity run through her. She was suddenly very aware of how close they were, of the warmth of his back against her chest. Jungkook turned his head slightly, their faces inches apart, and for a moment, the rest of the room seemed to fade away.

"Like this?" he asked softly, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

(Y/n) swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus on the clay. "Y-yeah, just... gentle pressure. Let the clay guide your hands."

As they worked together, (Y/n) became aware of the hushed whispers and giggles from the campers around them. She caught snippets of their conversations - "They're so cute!" "Do you think they like each other?" - but she was too distracted by Jungkook's presence to pay much attention.

Finally, they managed to shape something vaguely resembling a vase. (Y/n) stepped back, her cheeks flushed. "See? Not so hard."

Jungkook grinned up at her. "I had a great teacher. Maybe next time you can show me how to make a bowl?"

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smile. "Maybe next time you should stick to archery."

As Jungkook stood up from the pottery wheel, (Y/n) noticed the smear of clay still on his cheek. Without thinking, she reached out, her hand cupping his face gently.

"Hold still," she said softly, using her thumb to wipe away the clay. "You've got a little..."

Their eyes met, and (Y/n) suddenly realized how intimate the gesture was. Jungkook's skin was warm under her touch, his gaze intense. For a moment, they both seemed to forget where they were.

"There," (Y/n) said, her voice barely above a whisper as she lowered her hand. "All clean."

Jungkook's lips curved into a slow smile. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

The spell was broken by a giggle from nearby, reminding them both that they were surrounded by campers. (Y/n) stepped back, her cheeks flushing as she turned to address the class, acutely aware of Jungkook's gaze still on her.

The rest of the session passed in a blur, with Jungkook moving around the room, charming the campers and occasionally catching (Y/n)'s eye with a wink or a smile that made her heart skip a beat. He proved to be surprisingly good at helping the younger kids, patiently guiding their small hands and offering enthusiastic praise for even the most misshapen creations.

As the session wound down and the campers began cleaning up, (Y/n) found herself both relieved and disappointed that it was over. She watched as Jungkook helped some of the younger kids wash their hands, marveling at how good he was with them.

"Thanks for your help," she said as he approached her, wiping his hands on a towel. "Even if you did turn the place into a war zone."

Jungkook laughed, running a hand through his hair and leaving a streak of clay behind. "What can I say? I'm a man of many talents. Some of them are even useful."

Before (Y/n) could respond, they were interrupted by the sound of shouting outside. Looking out the window, they saw a group of campers arguing over a football.

Jungkook sighed. "Duty calls. Can't let them have all the fun without me. See you at dinner?"

(Y/n) nodded, watching as he jogged out to break up the fight. As she turned back to oversee the final cleanup, she couldn't shake the lingering warmth of his touch, or the way her heart raced when he smiled at her.

As the last of the campers filed out, clay-covered masterpieces being shoved in a windowsill to let dry out. (Y/n) began the task of cleaning up. She moved around the room, wiping down tables and organizing supplies, her mind replaying the afternoon's events. She thought about the way Jungkook's eyes had crinkled when he laughed, the gentle pressure of his hands under hers as she guided him on the wheel.

(Y/n) sighed, tossing a clay-covered rag into the sink. It was just a harmless flirtation, she told herself. Nothing more. But as she locked up the craft cabin and headed towards the dining hall, she couldn't quite convince herself that was true.

The smell of dinner wafted across the camp, mingling with the earthy scent of the forest and the lingering aroma of clay on her clothes. Eden took a deep breath, pushing thoughts of Jungkook to the back of her mind. There were still hours left in the day, more activities to oversee, more campers to look after.

But as she walked, she couldn't help but look forward to dinner, the smell of food made her stomach rumble as she realised she hadn't eaten anything since last night's dinner. Quickly, she locked up the cabin and made her way to the mess hall that ushered in hoard of ravenous children.

The mess hall buzzed with excitement, a cacophony of laughter, clattering utensils, and animated chatter filling the air. Long wooden tables stretched from end to end, their surfaces scarred with years of summer memories carved by eager campers. Overhead, strings of fairy lights twinkled softly, complementing the warm glow of the setting sun that streamed through the large windows.

The aroma of tonight's special dinner - barbecue ribs, corn on the cob, and s'more brownies for dessert - wafted from the kitchen, eliciting eager anticipation from campers and counselors alike. It was a feast to mark the halfway point of the summer, and the excitement was palpable.

(Y/n) sat at the counselors' table, Jimin on one side and an empty seat on the other. She couldn't help but notice Jungkook's absence, probably still being held up by the children fighting over the football. Her gaze drifted across the room, taking in the scene.

At the far end of the table, Yoongi sat slightly apart, picking at his food and occasionally glancing up at the chaos around him with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation. Jin and Namjoon had their heads together at a small table near the kitchen, deep in discussion about what (Y/n) assumed were camp logistics.

"So," Jimin said, his voice snapping her out of her trance, a hint of something in his voice, "I heard Jungkook paid you a visit during arts and crafts."

(Y/n) felt heat rise to her cheeks. "News travels fast around here, doesn't it?"

Taehyung leaned in, eyes sparkling with interest. "Oh? Do tell!"

"There's nothing to tell," (Y/n) insisted, perhaps a bit too quickly. "He just stopped by and made a mess with the pottery wheel."

"Uh-huh," Jimin said, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent (Y/n) couldn't quite place. 

"So," Taehyung cut in, leaning across the table with a mischievous glint in his eye, "who's ready for some ghost stories tonight?"

Hoseok groaned dramatically, dropping his fork. "Come on, Tae. You know those stories give me nightmares."

"Aww, is our Hobi scared of the big bad ghosts?" Taehyung teased, reaching over to pinch Hoseok's cheek.

Hoseok swatted his hand away, pouting. "I'm not scared! I just... appreciate a good night's sleep, that's all."

Jimin chuckled, nudging (Y/n). "Maybe we should pair Hoseok with some of the older kids tonight, yeah? For protection."

(Y/n) smiled, about to respond when Jungkook finally arrived, sliding into the empty seat beside her. His hair was slightly damp, and he smelled faintly of grass and sweat.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, flashing a grin that made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat. "Had to settle a dispute over the last soccer ball. Looks like I missed the ribs, though." He eyed (Y/n)'s plate hopefully.

"Don't even think about it, Jeon," (Y/n) warned, but she was already pushing her plate towards him.

As Jungkook settled in, his arm brushing against (Y/n)'s, she noticed Jimin tense beside her. The silver-haired counselor's knuckles whitened around his fork.

"Well," Jimin said, standing abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I should go clean up some of the swimming equipment. Make sure they're all ready for tomorrow."

(Y/n) frowned, watching him leave. "Is everything okay with Jimin?" she asked, turning to the others.

Taehyung waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, I think our Jiminie is just feeling a little... left out." He called after Jimin's retreating form, "Don't forget to bring your teddy bear to the campfire, Jimin-ah!"

Jimin's only response was a half-hearted wave without turning back.

As the meal progressed, the excitement among the campers grew. Younger kids bounced in their seats, their voices rising in pitch and volume. The older campers gave an air of cool nonchalance, but (Y/n) could see the anticipation in their eyes for the afternoon's festivities.

(Y/n)'s gaze drifted across the mess hall, taking in the scenes of summer joy. But in a far corner, she noticed two older campers with their heads close together, whispering intently. The girl – Rose, one of (Y/n)'s drama students – glanced furtively around before leaning in even closer to the boy, Jason.

Frowning slightly, (Y/n) stood up, intending to check on them. But before she could take a step, Jin's voice cut through the chatter.

"Attention, everyone!" he called out, standing at the front of the hall. The room gradually quieted, all eyes turning to the camp director. "As you all know, tonight marks the halfway point of our summer together at Mason's Creek Summer Camp."

A cheer went up from the campers, and Jin smiled, waiting for quiet to return. "Tonight's campfire is special. For the first time this summer, all of our campers, from the youngest to the oldest, will gather together around the fire. It's a chance for us to come together as one camp family, to share stories, songs, and maybe," he glanced at Taehyung with a wry smile, "a scare or two."

More cheers and a few nervous giggles rippled through the crowd.

"So," Jin continued, "in fifteen minutes, we'll all meet at the big fire pit. Counselors, make sure your groups are accounted for and bring extra blankets. It's going to be a chilly night!"

As Jin finished speaking, a flurry of activity erupted in the mess hall. Campers began clearing their plates, chattering excitedly about the night ahead. Counselors moved between tables, organizing their groups and answering a barrage of questions.

(Y/n) felt a hand on her arm and turned to find Jungkook looking at her, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Ready for all these scary stories?" he asked, his voice low and playful.

She felt a flutter in her stomach but managed to roll her eyes, as she pushed her finger against his chest. "Just try not to scream too loud when Taehyung starts his ghost stories, okay?"

Jungkook clutched his chest in mock offense. "Me? Scream? Never! I'll have you know I'm very brave."

"Uh-huh," (Y/n) teased, "Is that why you slept with your flashlight on after last week's zombie story?"

Their laughter mingled with the excited voices around them as they began to herd their group towards the door. As they left the warmth of the mess hall, the cool evening air nipped at their skin, carrying with it the promise of a night filled with mystery.

As the campers began to file out, (Y/n) noticed Rose and Jason lingering behind, still deep in conversation. She made a mental note to keep an eye on them during the campfire.

The path to the fire pit was alive with excitement. Younger campers skipped ahead, their voices carrying through the darkening woods, while the older ones walked with an air of cool nonchalance that didn't quite hide their anticipation.

The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as (Y/n) and Jungkook led their group of campers down the winding path to the campfire. The excited chatter of the kids filled the air, punctuated by the occasional hoot of an owl or rustle in the underbrush.

As they approached the clearing, the smell of woodsmoke mingled with the earthy scent of the forest. The campfire came into view, a beacon of warmth and light in the gathering dusk. Campers were already spreading blankets on the ground and arranging themselves in a wide circle around the flames.

(Y/n) did a quick headcount of her group, frowning slightly when she realized Rose and Jason were missing. She was about to mention it to Jungkook when Taehyung's group burst into the clearing, their counselor wearing an elaborate headdress made of leaves and twigs.

"Make way for the forest spirits!" Taehyung announced dramatically, earning giggles from the younger campers and eye-rolls from the older ones.

"Tae, you look ridiculous," (Y/n) laughed, momentarily distracted from her concerns.

Taehyung struck a pose. "Ridiculous? I'll have you know this is the height of woodland fashion."

As they helped their campers settle, spreading blankets and passing out s'mores supplies, (Y/n) found herself swept up in the excitement. The sun sank lower, the sky deepening to a rich purple. Soon, the only light came from the roaring campfire, casting flickering shadows that danced at the edge of the woods.

(Y/n) couldn't shake a feeling of unease as she glanced at the dark line of trees surrounding them. In the daylight, the forest was a place of adventure and discovery. But now, with the flames throwing strange shadows and the darkness pressing in, it felt almost menacing. She shivered, pulling her jacket closer.

"Cold?" Jungkook's voice came from beside her, startling her out of her thoughts.

"No, just... the woods seem different at night, don't they?"

Jungkook nodded, his eyes scanning the treeline. "Yeah, it's like they're hiding secrets."

Before (Y/n) could respond, Taehyung cleared his throat loudly. "Gather 'round, campers and counselors alike! It's time for a tale of terror!"

The campers hushed, leaning in eagerly as Taehyung began his story. His voice dropped to a dramatic whisper as he spun a tale of a killer who stalked the woods, preying on unsuspecting campers.

As the story progressed, (Y/n) found her attention wandering. Her eyes drifted over the circle, taking in the reactions of the other counselors. Hoseok was visibly uncomfortable, jumping at every dramatic pause. Yoongi seemed unimpressed, occasionally rolling his eyes at the more outlandish parts of the tale.

Her gaze settled on Jungkook, and she found herself admiring the way the firelight played across his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes as he listened to the story. She quickly looked away when he glanced in her direction, feeling a warmth in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the fire.

It was then that (Y/n) noticed Jimin's absence. She frowned, wondering if he was still upset from dinner. Knowing Jimin, he had probably thrown himself into work, losing track of time. She made a mental note to check on him after the campfire.

As her eyes scanned the group again, she realized Jin was missing too. It seemed odd that the camp director would leave without saying anything, but she reasoned he might have quietly informed Namjoon and slipped away to avoid disrupting the story.

(Y/n)'s gaze drifted back to the woods, the vastness of the darkness beyond the fire's glow drawing her in. As she stared into the gloom, a movement caught her eye. For a moment, she thought she saw a figure among the trees.

Suddenly, Taehyung's voice rose to a shout as he reached the climax of his story. He threw something into the fire, causing it to roar up with a burst of sparks. (Y/n) jumped to her feet, her heart pounding.

Jungkook looked up at her, startled. "Whoa, (Y/n)! Don't tell me Tae's story actually scared you," he teased, but there was a note of concern in his voice.

(Y/n) barely heard him. Her eyes were fixed on the edge of the clearing where a figure had emerged from the woods. "Rose," she whispered, before breaking into a run.

Rose stumbled into the firelight, soaking wet and shivering. (Y/n) reached her just as the girl's legs seemed to give out, catching her and wrapping her in the blanket she'd grabbed from the ground.

"Rose! What happened? Where's Jason?" (Y/n) asked, her voice tight with worry.

Through chattering teeth, Rose explained how Jason had pushed her into the lake as a prank. She'd gotten lost trying to find her way back, wandering the trails in the dark. "J-Jason's still down there," she said, a mix of anger and worry in her voice. "I didn't want to see him after what he did, but... what if something happened to him?"

As (Y/n) comforted Rose, she overheard Namjoon instructing Taehyung and Yoongi to do a quick sweep around the lake. The other counselors began ushering the confused and worried campers back to their cabins.

In the midst of the chaos, Jimin appeared, looking slightly disheveled and... wet? Eden noticed but couldn't dwell on it, focused on getting Rose warm and dry.

"Come on," she said to Rose, guiding her towards the cabins. "Let's get you into some dry clothes."

In (Y/n)'s cabin, she turned up the small heater and helped Rose change into warm, dry clothes. As she helped the girl towel dry her hair, Rose spoke softly.

"I really liked him, you know? Jason. I thought... I thought maybe he liked me too. But then he just pushed me in and laughed." She looked up at (Y/n), her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Is that what love is supposed to be like?"

(Y/n)'s heart ached for the girl. "No, sweetie. That's not love. Someone who cares about you would never purposely put you in danger or make you feel bad."

After making sure Rose was okay, (Y/n) walked her back to her own cabin, her mind whirling with worry about Jason and confusion over the events of the night.

(Y/n)'s mind was still reeling from the events of the night as she made her way back to her cabin. The path, usually so familiar, felt alien in the darkness, every shadow seeming to hide potential dangers. As she approached, she saw a figure sitting on the porch steps, hunched over with elbows resting on knees. Her heart skipped a beat before she recognized Jungkook's silhouette.

"Jungkook?" she called softly, quickening her pace.

He looked up, relief washing over his features as he stood. "(Y/n), thank god. I was getting worried."

As she climbed the steps, (Y/n) could see the tension in his jaw, the worry etched in the lines of his face. "Any news?" she asked, though she could already guess the answer from his expression.

Jungkook shook his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Nothing. We can't find Jason anywhere. We've done a preliminary search of the lake shore and the nearby trails, but there's no sign of him."

(Y/n) felt her stomach drop. "What about the other counselors? Jin?"

"Jin's still missing too. Namjoon's trying to keep it quiet to avoid panicking the campers, but..." Jungkook trailed off, his eyes meeting (Y/n)'s. The unspoken worry hung heavy between them.

(Y/n) sank down onto the porch step, suddenly feeling exhausted. Jungkook sat beside her, their shoulders touching. The contact was comforting in the face of the night's uncertainties.

"What happens now?" (Y/n) asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook sighed. "Namjoon's organizing a more thorough search. We're going out in pairs to cover more ground. He thinks it's best we stay with our usual partner"

"Pairs?" (Y/n) echoed, a mix of relief and anxiety coursing through her. The thought of searching the dark woods alone was terrifying, but with a partner...

"Yeah," Jungkook nodded. "Safety in numbers, you know? Plus, it's easy to get turned around in the woods at night."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation settling over them. In the distance, they could hear muffled voices - other counselors organizing search parties, no doubt.

"I can't believe this is happening," (Y/n) said, shaking her head. "Just a few hours ago, we were all laughing and telling ghost stories. And now..."

"Hey," Jungkook said softly, bumping his shoulder against hers. "We'll find him. Jason's a smart kid. He probably just got lost and is too embarrassed to call out for help, you know how he is."

(Y/n) wanted to believe him, but the nagging worry in the pit of her stomach wouldn't subside. "But what if it's something worse? What if-"

"Let's not jump to conclusions," Jungkook interrupted gently. "We don't know anything for sure yet."

(Y/n) nodded, trying to take comfort in his words. She looked at Jungkook, really looked at him, and saw the determination in his eyes despite the worry creasing his brow. It made her feel a little braver.

A ghost of a smile flickered across Jungkook's face. "Ready to head out?"

(Y/n) took a deep breath, steeling herself. "As ready as I'll ever be. Where are we searching?"

"Namjoon wants us to take the trail by the creek," Jungkook explained as they set off, flashlights in hand. "The one that leads down to the lake.The other are covering different areas."

They walked in silence for a moment, the sounds of the camp fading behind them. The beam of their flashlights cut through the darkness, creating eerie, shifting shadows among the trees. (Y/n) found herself drawing closer to Jungkook, the warmth of his presence a comfort against the chill of the night.

"It's so different out here," (Y/n) murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't shake the feeling that speaking too loudly might disturb something better left undisturbed.

Jungkook nodded, his eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. "Yeah, it's like the whole forest changes after dark. Everything familiar becomes... strange."

They continued down the path, the crunch of leaves and twigs under their feet seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet of the night. The distant gurgle of the creek grew louder as they approached, the water a ribbon of silver in the moonlight.

"You okay?" Jungkook asked softly, noticing (Y/n)'s unease.

(Y/n) hesitated before answering. "Just... a little scared, I guess. I keep thinking about Jason out here alone. And Jin... where could he have gone?"

Jungkook's arm slipped around her shoulders, a comforting weight. "Hey, it's okay to be scared. I am too. But we're together, and we've got this, alright? We'll find them."

His warmth and steady presence helped ease some of (Y/n)'s fear, but she couldn't shake the nagging worry in the pit of her stomach. "Do you think..." she started, then paused, unsure if she wanted to voice her fears.

"What?" Jungkook prompted gently.

"Do you think something bad might have happened to Jason?" she finally asked, the words hanging heavily in the air between them. "I mean, Rose was so upset, and for Jin to disappear too..."

Jungkook was quiet for a moment before responding. "I don't know," he admitted. "But let's not assume the worst just yet. Jason could just be lost and scared, like Rose was. And Jin... well, he's probably out looking too, he probably realised the two of them were gone and went to find them."

(Y/n) nodded, trying to take comfort in his words. "You're right. I'm probably just letting Taehyung's ghost stories get to me."

Jungkook chuckled softly. "Those stories would make anyone jumpy. Remember the first week when he told that one about the vengeful spirit in the lake? I swear, half the campers refused to go near the lake for a week."

The memory brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face, easing some of the tension. They continued their search, calling out Jason's name every few minutes, their voices echoing strangely in the still night air.

As they neared the lake, the trees thinned out, revealing a stretch of a sandyshore. The water was a black mirror, reflecting the starry sky above. In daylight, this was a place of laughter and splashing. Now, it seemed vast and unknowable.

"Should we head back?" Jungkook asked, his voice low. "We've covered a lot of ground."

(Y/n) was about to agree when something caught her eye. A flash of white against the dark rocks at the water's edge. "Wait," she said, pointing. "What's that?"

They moved closer, their flashlights focused on the spot. As they approached, (Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat. Snagged on a jagged rock, fluttering slightly in the night breeze, was a piece of fabric. Even in the dim light, she could see the dark stains marring its surface.

"Is that..." Jungkook started, his voice trailing off.

(Y/n) nodded, a chill running down her spine. "It's a torn shirt. And that's... that's blood."

They stood frozen, the implications of their discovery sinking in. The peaceful night sounds of the forest seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of (Y/n)'s heart in her ears.

Jungkook's arm tightened around her. "We need to tell Namjoon. Now."

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Okokokokok would anyone be interested in a bts fic with this premise??

mood board for inspo ^^^^

So I’ve just finished replaying the Quarry and I’m so inspired to write a bts horror summer camp type of story??? But maybe slightly interactive where I put out polls about choices?

But something along the lines of the Quarry or Sleepaway camp or Friday the thirteenth or that board game Camp Grizzly, any type of summer camp horror movie you can think of.

(I also don’t know if you all would prefer oc!reader or y/n!reader but lmk)

Guess who’s finally ready with chapter two of Beneath Still Waters, lol I know it’s been 2 months now but that’s on me starting a series while it’s the busiest season of work, then with family loss and the lot it was rough (and half of the chapter was finished a month ago lol) but anyway it’s almost 9k so I just have to go and check it for spelling mistakes and I’ll post it :)

Read chapter 1 while you wait