KEEPER
yeah, so, fuck this stupid camping trip.
coming into the excursion, harim hadn’t really known what to expect. he’s never been camping before, but the teen movies and all of the exciting photos his high school friends (haha, friends) were uploading on facebook made the whole concept seem like something enjoyable, something relaxing, something worthwhile.
it is with utmost sadness that jung harim must report to the masses: fuck this stupid camping trip.
he can’t really summon to memory any particular highs from over the past few days. there was that one time he could have sworn he was going to die during the race and he didn’t, if that counts for anything (though, considering the trajectory of this trip, maybe that’s a low and not a high) (I WISH I WAS DEAD!!!). he ran into yunseo, which was nice. got dragged to a party he really didn’t want to go to by junhao, which, initially seemed shitty, but maybe the alcohol did sort of help with numbing the pain of reality and the pain of the fifty-thousand scratches on his legs courtesy of the race from hell.
alright! pros: there are some people he doesn’t hate here and also, alcohol is cool. cons: everything else.
he’s not usually a pessimist, doesn’t really have the energy to be a debbie downer, but harim can’t help but think that there are so many better uses of his time than to be present here where he is quite literally at the mercy of mother nature. his entire body is still tingling from when he fell into the god damn ocean and nearly electrocuted everyone in his vicinity had he not reabsorbed his stupid electricity and shocked himself in the process. for dignity’s sake, he’d confidently convinced everyone that he was totally a-ok, but he’s sort of not. it hurts to move, first of all, and secondly, all he really wants is like. a dryer sheet, maybe some body lotion, a giant metal box he can lock himself in until all of the electricity’s out of his system (haha, wishful thinking), maybe a giant fly-swatter.
here’s what he doesn’t want though: to run into singlehandedly the most confusing member of alpha while harim’s trying to trek to the cabin for a fifteen-minute misery nap post-dragging the air mattress to the designated location.
wishful thinking x2.
harim looks up from the ground to moon sungmin, noticeably weary as he lets out the tiniest of sighs before fixing his expression into something a little sturdier, a little less delicate, a little more alpha!!! or something.
“hello.” harim pauses. “er, hi. i don’t know how to greet you without sounding weird—salutations.”
maybe sungmin will look at his pitiful state of being, ignore the crackling noises literally coming from harim’s body, and haze him until harim has no time to think about how miserable he feels!
it’s funny how in dire situations, even the shittiest circumstances sort of seem comforting.
(not really. he just wants to nap. to think about the futility of life in peace. to not have to remember he’s an alpha initiate right this very second.)
he gestures vaguely to the area around them. “what’ll it be, sunbaenim?” there’s no alcohol in their vicinity to chug and he can’t think of any beach-related hazing activities that could happen on a whim. harim continues, tiredly. “want me to eat a bunch of sand?”
@rmsungmin
