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Every year at the end of a long hallowed summer the staff at Camp Pluto and Camp Jupiter collaborate to host one final hurrah for their kids before the dreaded school year scatters them across the country again.
The summer before it had been a full blown beach party on the banks of the far more modern, and extremely well-funded Camp Jupiter. This time around though, Camp Pluto is hosting. While the two campgrounds are separated by a vast glittering lake and quite a few tax brackets, they convene on this night in the spirit of…camaraderie, or something.
Personally, Chenle just likes it because she gets to ogle Jaemin Na with no remorse.
She’s doing it now, observing indiscreetly as Jaemin commandeers a small stargazing group with a single telescope and her insane charisma. To be fair, Jeno Lee is also helping her wrangle the middle schoolers into a cohesive line. The two Jupiter counselors are obviously dating, completely inseparable—but you can’t blame Chenle for having tunnel visioning on her crush, butterflies erupting in her tummy as she watches the way Jaemin’s smile takes up 3/4ths of her face when she laughs at something one of the kids says.
Chenle has six lovingly painted clay beads on her necklace; one for each summer that she's been a counselor at Camp Pluto, and only half of those add up to the summers she's spent mooning over a certain pink-haired counselor from their rival camp. She's been a counselor for longer than she's been pining for Jaemin. That has to count for something, right?
It’s not like Chenle has planned their whole future together or anything. It's not like she'd listened to Jaemin tell her she'd just finished her third year at the best business school in the country and immediately started daydreaming about being her housewife and making her lovingly crafted lunches for her corporate office job or anything. In fact, it was more likely that as soon as she heard that she'd pictured Jaemin stepping on her with a fancy stiletto, her athletic build zipped up in a pinstripe pencil skirt-suit complete with lewd amounts of cleavage.
“You’re staring,” Donghyuck says, flat and unenthusiastic as she uses a wide-toothed comb to detangle Chenle’s hair.
“Hell yeah,” Chenle says. Her head rocks backwards as Donghyuck works, “Have you like, seen her?”
Donghyuck hums. Mmhm.
“She’s so hot,” Chenle complains. “I don't care if she’s the enemy. I would have to be surgically removed from the warmth of her body if she ever gave me a chance.”
Jaemin Na is a girl made up of mystical parts. Other girls walk, but Jaemin hovers, floats above it all like a goddess with her perfect hair and perfect manicure and perfect body. She’s the kind of girl Chenle used to have a hard time being around, although now that she’s older and evolved she's realized that a lot of that dislike stemmed from the fact that she was sick of being compared to girls like that. She has always been described as the opposite kind of girl, messy around the edges, always with rough hands and bruised knees and a stain in an obvious place. Now, she knows it is not necessarily a bad thing, and, most importantly, that all that misconstrued envy and discomfort was really just homosexual attraction waiting to break free.
Donghyuck keeps brushing, uncharacteristically quiet. Chenle knows Donghyuck more than anyone appreciates the mindless nonsense that comes out of her mouth sometimes, so she just keeps going.
“I wanna kiss her. I wanna hold her. I wanna take a bite out of her arms.”
“You mean like, kiss her bicep?”
“No. I want to bite it. Not literally, it just looks yummy. She looks so yummy…”
“She’s hot. I guess. If you’re into that sort of thing.”
Donghyuck is only saying this because her type has been reduced to tiny Aries girls with skunk dyed hair and eyes like stars. (Donghyuck’s words, not Chenle’s.)
It’s a little chilly out tonight, and the two of them are sitting by the campfire, as close as is humanly possible without getting toasted like the s’mores their group of kids are making. Chenle feels cozy in her favorite basketball shorts and Camp Pluto hoodie, content on the ground between Donghyuck’s thighs as the other girl starts to work a french braid down her pink and black hair. She’s had it up and down in a ratty ponytail all summer, and Donghyuck had spent the better part of the last hour convincing her to let her touch it, please. The real reason she’d caved is because Donghyuck is visibly upset at something else, and doing Chenle’s hair serves to distract her from the weight of her great melancholy. (Donghyuck’s words, not Chenle’s.)
The object of all Donghyuck’s great sorrow and boundless affection is sitting a little ways from the campfire, closer to the lake, where a small group of kids have gathered around to finish friendship bracelets from their arts and crafts session earlier that day. Renjun and Donghyuck have been dating on-and-off for as long as Chenle has known them, and this summer has been the most frigid of their breaks yet. Above her, Donghyuck heaves out a dramatic sigh that ruffles the stubborn curl of hair at the top of Chenle’s head.
Chenle tilts her head back into her lap to look at her best friend. She has decided to bite. “You okay?”
From below, Donghyuck’s baby duck pout looks even cuter. “No.”
“Oh baby, did Renjun reject you again?”
At this, Donghyuck sighs. “Renjun Huang hates me. She hates me and everything that I stand for.”
“What? Did you talk to her?”
“I talked to her. She doesn't want to get back together and also I think she wants me dead.”
“Okay. What did she say?”
“She said she needed more time to think, and then she kissed me and told me not to worry about it, but, Chenle Zhong,” Donghyuck grabs Chenle by the shoulders and shakes her with each iteration. “I. Am. Worrying.”
“Donghyuck Lee, you know she loves you,” Chenle says. She grabs Donghyuck by the front of her neon green counselor shirt with her left hand and uses her right to slap her cheeks back and forth, as gently as she can. “Get. Yourself. Together!”
Someone clears their throat behind them. Chenle turns around slowly, afraid of what it might look like. Fortunately–or unfortunately–It’s Jaemin Na, in all her high-femme glory.
“Hi! Chenle and…Donghyuck, right?” She gives them a shy little wave, like she’s sorry she interrupted. She’s so cute that Chenle wants to scream when she says her name.
Donghyuck rolls her eyes. “You literally know my name, Jamie.”
“And you know mine,” Jaemin says, deceptively sweet. “It’s not Jamie. So close!”
Chenle climbs off Donghyuck, who is impossibly moodier than when they began.
“Ignore her,” Chenle says. She does a semi-dramatic bow. “How may I assist you, Jaemin Na?”
“One of the kids asked if you had any extra hula hoops. I was hoping you could show me to them.”
“Oh. Yeah. Hyuck, don’t we have a couple left in the north shed?”
“We do. I can take you to them, if you want.”
“I was kind of hoping…” Jaemin starts. She looks directly at Chenle when she trails off. Chenle swallows and looks over at Donghyuck, who of course understands immediately.
“Oh yeah, of course Chenle can take you. I’ll just be over here. Alone. Worrying. Moping. Dying.”
“Hyuck.”
“No, it's fine! Go! I’m serious. I’ll just do my job and keep watch over our group until you return.” Donghyuck sits back down on the log with her hands over her cheeks and stares blearily into the campfire.
“Okay,” Chenle says, “We’ll be right back.”
The two of them turn to head down the path.
“Have fun,” Donghyuck calls, “Don’t do anything I wouldn't do!”
The list of things you would not do is a very short list, Chenle thinks, but she’d never kick a beautiful girl while she was down, so she says nothing, and leads Jaemin back through the forest.
The trudge down to the storage shed is long. So, so long. Jaemin doesn’t say anything, and Chenle can’t read her at all. Honestly, now that the initial rush has worn off, she’s becoming resigned to the fact that this really is strictly business. Maybe Jaemin had only asked her because she couldn’t stand to be alone with Donghyuck, and Chenle had been close and convenient.
Whatever the case may be, Chenle can’t stay quiet for long.
“I like your nails,” Chenle says.
Jaemin glances down at the pink, orange and yellow Usahana-themed gel tips like she’s forgotten what they look like. “Thanks. I did them myself.”
“That’s so cool,” Chenle continues. “You’re so cool. Usahana is such an underrated Sanrio character. Actually did you know she was introduced the same year as Cinnamoroll was? I think maybe that's part of it. She’s a bunny who loves summer and orange sherbet and she wants to be a ballerina. She has goals! Aspirations! She’s perfect.”
“I…didn’t know any of that. I just thought it–she–was cute. I didn't realize you were so into Sanrio lore.”
“Oh, I’m not. Unless you’re into that. In that case I totally am.”
Jaemin smiles that big smile of hers. “You’re funny.”
“Thank you.”
Chenle skips ahead to open the shed with one of her myriad of keys, energized by the compliment. She unlocks it and holds the door open so Jaemin can walk in, and in her excitement she forgets that this particular shed only opens one way. The door slamming shut behind them reminds her, and she whirls around immediately, but the damage has already been done.
She faces the closed (locked!) door and panics in silence.
Jaemin lingers in the space behind her, and Chenle doesn't turn as she hears her platform converse trudge closer. “Uh…are you okay?”
“I’m great!” Chenle turns around. Jaemin is looming right behind her, so close that their chests bump.
Oh God.
“You’re really red,” Jaemin says. She tilts her head. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine!” Chenle squeaks.
She tries again, normal-er this time. “I’m fine. I just uh…I might have accidentally trapped us in here. We usually prop the door open but I was distracted and so I didn't and now we have no way to open it from the inside. Actually I’m just gonna text Hyuck to come get us. Stand by.”
She reaches into the front pocket of her hoodie for her phone, but Jaemin stops her.
“Don’t do that.”
Now Chenle is getting scared. “Excuse me?”
“Renjun told me to distract you so she could get her alone. I’m sure they’re having big relationship talks right now. So don’t do that. Let’s just…sit and wait!”
“Oh,” Chenle says, “Why didn’t you just say so?”
She breezes past Jaemin, needing to get out of her perfect sphere of eyelashes and pink, and settles on one of the extra wrapped mattresses they keep in here. She pats the spot beside her and beams when Jaemin immediately walks over to sit next to her. Her smile takes on a pained angle when she realizes Jaemin’s bare thigh is pressed against hers, and that they’re going to be stuck like this for a while if Donghyuck and Renjun are really talking through things.
“So,” Jaemin starts.
“So,” Chenle echoes. “Did Renjun give you all the juicy details? Are she and Donghyuck getting back together? I think this is the longest break they’ve had. Hyuck acts like she doesn't care but she cares so much. Sometimes I think her and Renjun have this cosmic relationship. Like Renjun is the sun and Donghyuck orbits around her, you know? It’s like she can’t do anything else. I’ve only told her once, but I really worry about her. I love her so much, you know? I wish I could solve all her problems for her sometimes.”
“I didn’t get any juicy deets, sorry. But I’m sure they’ll work it out.” Jaemin pauses. “You really care about her, huh?”
“Of course I do,” Chenle says immediately. “She’s my best friend.”
“Just a friend?”
“My best friend. The superlative is always included.”
Jaemin laughs, but not a full one, just a small rush of air out of her nose. She makes grabby hands at Chenle like she wants to squeeze her until she pops. “You’re cute.”
“You've called me funny and cute all in the same 30 minutes. Keep it up and I’m gonna think you want me or something. Ha-Ha. Sorry. That was a joke. Don’t tell Jeno I said that. Do you wanna see the moles on my arm? They make a funny little elephant face.”
Before Jaemin can respond to any of that, Chenle wriggles her right arm out her hoodie to show her. She pinches the skin in between the two moles to make the face she was talking about. Jaemin is visibly amused. Score.
“All my moles are in hidden places,” Jaemin says, “I have one right above my left nipple.” And then she starts unbuttoning her extremely overpriced and not at all summer camp appropriate pink Ralph Lauren cardigan. Chenle gets a peek of her collarbone and immediately slaps a hand over her eyes, feeling not too far off from a Victorian man seeing a maiden’s ankle for the first time.
“Oh my god!” Chenle shrieks. “Please keep your shirt on!”
“You don’t wanna see my boobs…” Jaemin pouts.
She sounds so sad that all Chenle can think to say is: “Of course I want to see your boobs. Is your uh…is your girlfriend cool with you showing other girls your boobs?”
“Girlfriend? What girlfriend?”
Chenle slowly lowers her hand. “Uh, you and Jeno Lee? Going three years strong? The kids got sidetracked making pseudo wedding invites for you two during craft time this morning?”
Jaemins’s hands are frozen dangerously close to another button. “Is that why you—No. She’s not my girlfriend. We’re just friends. She has a crush on that…The guy with the friggin—blue raspberry hair.”
“Mark? Holy shit.” Chenle gets that. Mark Lee is hot in an almost infuriating way. Sweet, boyish, and good enough on guitar that Chenle can guess that he’s probably good with his fingers in other ways, too. If there’s a universe where they’re both guys and also gay, Chenle would be all over that.
Jaemin is down to the last button on her shirt, and, feeling particularly generous tonight, Chenle reaches over to help her undo it. “Holy shit,” she repeats. Jaemin’s tits are perfect. Full and round, soft-looking skin spilling out of a lacy pink DD bra. Sure enough, there’s a singular mole tucked right above the brown peek of her areola. 10/10.
Chenle exhales in wonder. “That’s a super nice set, dude.”
Jaemin squints. Her gorgeously long lashes cast shadows over her cheeks in the dull shed lighting. “Can I say something problematic? I can’t tell if you’re gay or not.”
“Oh I’m gay. Definitely gay. Super gay. Gayer than everyone in a three hundred mile radius, probably. If you Google the definition for lesbian my name and picture actually pop up immediately. Hey, just so you know you can tell me to shut up at any time I’m super open to any and all—”
“Shut up,” Jaemin says softly, and then she kisses her. Thank God and Buddha and whoever else is out there that Chenle is sitting down, otherwise she would have toppled over and hit her head and died upon impact. Though it's not a bad way to go, Death By Jaemin Na’s FU$$Y Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb.
As soon as Chenle feels her pulling away she chases her lips, and Jaemin indulges her, leaving soft exploratory kisses that leave her tummy in the usual rush of butterflies. Up close, Jaemin smells like the remnants of a day spent in the sun—like campfire smoke and sunscreen and a hint of something fancy and sweet. Her billowy hair is brushing lightly against Chenle’s face, and even that is cloud-soft, completely unfair considering how much she must bleach it to maintain that constant shade of pink.
“You can touch me,” Jaemin breaks away to say. Her mouth is shiny and her dark brown eyes are so big and sparkly that Chenle gets lost in them for a second. Chenle hadn’t realized she’d been avoiding it. Both of her hands are nervously and awkwardly fisting at the hem of her hoodie. Jaemin leans back, and for a moment Chenle is worried she’s changed her mind, but all Jaemin does is unclasp her bra in the back and slip the straps off her freckled shoulders.
Chenle is a simple girl, so naturally her gaze drops right down to Jaemin’s tawny brown nipples, perky and beautiful just like the rest of her. She wants to bury her face between them and stay there forever, and maybe she will, if Jaemin lets her get that far tonight.
“My eyes are up here.” Jaemin jokes, and Chenle only knows she must not mean it because Jaemin takes her hand and guides it to her soft belly, right under her ribs, mere centimeters away from the warmth of her tits. “I said you can touch me. I want you to touch me.” Jaemin clarifies.
“O-okay,” Chenle says dumbly, and then she leans in to kiss her again. Their lips meet quietly, a quiet sigh slipping out of Jaemin’s mouth and right into hers when she slides a curious hand up to cup her breast. Chenle can’t even fit all of it in her hand, which is a revelation that is so thrilling that she gets lightheaded. Jaemin laughs in between kisses at her clear excitement, but that slips into a whine when Chenle rolls her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
“Does that—” Chenle asks.
Jaemin nods quickly. “Yeah,” she sounds breathless, and her cheeks are ruddy. “I’m really sensitive right th—hah.”
She’s really cute. Stupid cute, especially from where Chenle is sitting. She puts her hand on Jaemin’s jaw and gently tilts her head to kiss at her neck, licking across her carotid and getting a strange—but not unwelcome—taste of jasmine perfume. She greedily works on leaving a hickey there, and judging from the way her breathing changes, Jaemin likes that a lot.
She’s Chenle’s favorite kind of girl, a wet dream, reacting to every touch like Chenle has magic in her fingers. Chenle maintains eye contact as she kisses down Jaemin’s chest, the other girl's eyes dark and piercing as Chenle sucks a nipple into her mouth. Jaemin exhales, using both of her hands to brush Chenles stray hair out of her eyes like she really wants to watch her go to town.
Jaemin licks her cherry-red lips and purrs out a ‘Good girl,’ that makes Chenle’s face heat up to the temperature of the sun.
“You look so good like this,” Jaemin tells her, still scratching at her scalp, still looking at her like that, still dragging her spit slick nipple across her cheek, “So pretty with my tits in your mouth.”
Chenle puts on a show as best as she can, hollowing her cheeks and sucking on it with a crude sound that would embarrass her if she wasn’t so damn horny. She hasn't even thought about the fact that someone could unlock the shed and walk in on them at this very moment. She’s too busy grappling with the fact that she has Jaemin Na’s doubly insured boobs in her mouth. She shamelessly rubs her face in between them, thoroughly lost in the sauce now, pushes them together, alternating her attention until Jaemin’s nipples are all puffy and her mouth feels tender.
She kisses her way down to the waistband of her shorts, and all Jaemin does is unzip them and lift her hips so Chenle can slide them off her. She’s practically drooling at the sight of Jaemin’s panties, which are also (surprisingly) pink. If Chenle was unsure of Jaemin’s favorite color before, she definitely knows now.
Chenle means to take her time undoing her, to tease and kiss her over the fabric and savor it in a way that ensures she will remember this moment for years and years, but once she pushes Jaemin’s underwear to the side all sense and reason go out of the door. To be fair, Chenle likes eating pussy. All of her exes (and Donghyuck, apropos of one insane drunken birthday party) can attest to this, and Chenle simply loves the power that comes with it, loves making pretty girls feel good with just her mouth. Jaemin is making her nothing short of insane as she grabs at her braid and falls back into the mattress, only to arch off it again like she just doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“Chenle.” she moans, “Holy shit…fuck…I can’t—”
It’s not really Chenle’s job to answer her at this point, so she just keeps going. She spreads her open with the V of her fingers, exposing her so she can flatten her tongue and drag it up from her hole to her clit. Jaemin chokes out another cute little sound as Chenle sucks on it before repeating the process again and again. She flicks her tongue inside her, a little faster, a little harder, with enough pressure that she knows it might be driving her mad. The heat of her own core and the growing dampness in her panties is a distant sensation, so focused on making the girl in front of her come that everything else feels like static nonsense. She could do this for hours, sit on her knees and eat—and feast—until Jaemin is crying and begging her to stop.
She squeezes at Jaemin’s soft thigh, drags it up and pushes it to her chest so she has more access. She moves her head from side to side, slurping noisily like Jaemin is her last meal ever. Jaemin rewards her for it, each motion of her tongue drags forth a sound that is just as sweet as the slick gathering in her mouth. She’s going to make sure that no matter what, Jaemin will remember Chenle as clearly as Chenle will remember her.
When Jaemin comes, it’s a soft squirt against Chenle’s face. Like, it’s not an insane gush of liquid, but it still startles her all the same, a dumb ‘oh’ leaving her lips as clear slick splashes over her cheek and drips down to her hoodie. She might never wash this.
Jaemin Na is a squirter. Tonight is a gift that keeps on giving.
“C’mere,” Jaemin says sweetly. Her thighs are unabashedly covered in her own cum when she drags Chenle in between them, tucks Chenle’s overgrown bangs out of her face and kisses her, filthy and wet. The other girl sucks on her tongue, licks into her mouth with reckless abandon while she almost drunkenly fumbles with the hem of her hoodie. She makes a frustrated noise against Chenle’s lips when she can’t get it off for the umpteenth time, but she refuses to stop kissing her, so Chenle has to take matters into her own hands. She sits up to tug it off her head, careful not to jostle any of her new ear piercings before tossing it behind her and flushing red when Jaemin sits up on her elbows to ogle at her.
Chenle’s a little less impressive in the chest department, and she’s wearing a three day old sports bra because she clearly hadn’t been expecting to get any pussy tonight. Nevertheless, Jaemin looks like she wants to swallow her whole, so a win is a win. Chenle crawls back into her space, hovering over her on both arms when she smirks, “Like what you see?”
“I love it,” Jaemin says, she kisses her neck, murmurs against the skin, “Let me show you how much.” Her fingers slip underneath the sweaty band of Chenle’s bra as she flips them over, pinning Chenle to the mattress and pressing a thigh in between her legs as she keeps at her neck. Chenle is so pale that she bruises easily, and she can already tell that the damage Jaemin and her six hundred teeth are causing will be more than visible in the morning. She can’t bring herself to care though, not when Jaemin is hooking a finger in her panties just to pull them to the side. Chenle registers all too well the cold slide of her damp underwear across her still-wet, aching folds. At this point she’s going to take anything Jaemin will give her. Thankfully, Jaemin is a very generous person.
She hooks a leg over Chenle’s thigh and sits up so they're properly aligned, before rolling her hips experimentally. Jaemin is impossibly wet as she grinds up against her, her bare soft pussy feels indescribable sliding across all of Chenle’s equally sensitive parts.
“Do you like that?” Jaemin asks, and what a sadist, Chenle thinks. Obviously she likes it. She likes it so much she can’t do anything but moan in response as Jaemin keeps rolling her hips forward with all the grace and precision of someone who is a monster with a strap-on. This can’t be their first and only hook-up, Chenle decides. She’s gotten a taste, and now all she wants is more. She will do anything to get more.
Jaemin sneaks a hand underneath Chenle’s bra to steady her thrusts, her eyes closing and teeth digging into her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking wet,” Jaemin pants, “You’re perfect.”
Chenle neglects a, ‘you too’, in favor of doling out a whiny little Unh-mmfhh.
The thing about scissoring is it’s not nearly as seamless as all the pornos make it look. Vulvas are built differently, and sometimes it takes a lot of trial and error to figure out how to get the slide just right. Jaemin must be some kind of sex goddess, because she has Chenle losing her mind in seconds, digging blunt fingernails into the just-barely-there swell of her ass and moaning against her will. “Fuck,” Jaemin says, “Fuck. You’re so cute–Wish I could fuck you with my cock, I bet you’d make all kinds of pretty noises then. God, I want it so bad. I wanted you so bad.”
The revelation is nothing short of a revelation–Like, the Patron Saint of Lesbians is smiling down at Chenle from heaven right now!
“Don’t I sound cute now?” Chenle asks, unable to resist whatever pheromones make her so greedy for Jaemin’s attention. Call me cute again, she thinks, Tell me I’m your favorite.
“You do,” Jaemin smiles, so pretty, so lovely, “Baby, you do.”
It's wet and obscene, and they both giggle at some point when their heavy breathing is briefly outmatched by the sloppy sound of their hips moving together. Chenle throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut. It feels too good. It can't be helped. Jaemin gets on her side then, locking their legs together so they can kiss while Chenle writhes against her in the same fashion. Jaemin’s breath is hot against Chenle’s open mouth as they grind against each other in tandem. She feels like she’s unlocked a part of her brain, every single inch of her aching with pleasure.
“Close,” Chenle manages to say. She pulls away to catch her breath, digs her fingers into the soft, stretch-marked skin around Jaemin’s hips. Jaemin just moves to kissing her cheek, her neck, insatiable. Chenle whimpers as the arousal in her belly reaches a trembling crescendo. “I’m going to–”
She comes harder than she ever has in her life, literally shaking as Jaemin buries her face in her neck and follows.
Both of them lay in stunned silence for a while after it’s over. Chenle tucks her boob back into her sports bra and stares dazedly at the ceiling. Just outside, the woods are alive with the sound of crickets, and the far more distant sounds of the party in full swing.
“Are we dead?”
“I hope not,” Jaemin says flatly. “I really want to do that again.”
Chenle whips around to look at her, and upon doing so she notices the glittery purple plastic of the hula hoop they’d come here for in the first place.
“Oh!” Chenle exclaims. Whatever embarrassing thing she was going to say evaporates right out of her head as she untangles herself from the sweaty heap of their bodies to reach for the toy. “Found it!”
Jaemin sits up to rest her head on her elbow. She looks slightly put out, messy hair and hickeys and general nakedness aside. “You realize I didn’t actually get you alone for that, right? Like I totally made that up so we could bump private parts?”
“I thought you got me alone to help out Junnie?”
“I did! I’m just saying…We just had sex. Pay attention to me. Let me shower you with aftercare. Where are your manners?”
Chenle laughs, a little bemused and completely enamored. “I’m sorry. You’re so weird. I’m so obsessed with you.” She crawls back onto the mattress, cups Jaemin’s face with both hands and kisses her, long and sweet.
When she pulls back, Jaemin has a stupidly blissed smile on her face, the cat who got the cream.
“Give me your phone number,” Chenle says. “Please.”
So Jaemin does. She types it into Chenle’s phone herself and saves it under her name with an unsightly amount of pink emojis that she makes Chenle promise to never, ever change. They take their time cleaning up, and after Donghyuck frees them and the party is over and everyone has gone to bed already, Jaemin sneaks into Chenle’s bunk so they can cuddle. Chenle is totally dead on her feet when she has to help her cabin of kids move out at ass-o-clock the next morning, but its all worth it when Jaemin bounds over from the Camp Jupiter buses over to Chenle just to kiss her goodbye again, in front of God and Jeno and everyone this time. Sweet and chaste, just to set the record straight.