"What can I do to make you feel better?" Hoseok asked as soon as they were safely back in their cabin.

Jimin carefully examined his hands and decided they needed nothing more than to be washed. "Game."

Hoseok followed Jimin to the bathroom and watched him from the doorway. "You want to play a game? You mean on my iPad?"

"No." Jimin rinsed his hands, gently washing the dirt from the tender skin. "I want to watch you play a game."

"Sounds exciting."

Jimin shrugged.

"Okay. What kind of game?"

Jimin patted his hands dry on the hand towel. "One of those simple puzzle games. Colours and movement."

"Even more exciting. I think I have breakout, or I could download something else. My iPad has its own wifi."

"Breakout's good."

This time when they lay down together on Jimin's bed they did touch, Hoseok laying on his back and Jimin against his side pressed in close. Jimin wasn't sure of the rules and expectations of these things, but he felt like cuddling and Hoseok didn't give him any weird looks so he figured it was probably okay.

As Hoseok started the game, Jimin relaxed even further. Watching the simple movement helped clear his mind in the same way that tapping or clicking his tongue did. It was a point of focus.

The peace was shattered about an hour later by a knock on the door.

Jimin didn't want to answer the door, wanted to stay hidden away with no one but Hoseok forever, but Hoseok seemed only slightly annoyed, letting out a sigh as he stood and stretched. Jimin rolled over to face away from the door. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted, Jimin was determined it would not involve him.

Of course, there were quite a few inherent problems with making decisions on behalf of the universe. Specifically, that the rest of the universe largely ignored those decisions. So naturally, when Hoseok opened the door the female voice who greeted him asked, "Is Jimin here?"

Jimin rolled over to face his fate.

For a few moments Jimin didn't recognize the woman Hoseok let in, but eventually, he managed to place her features. It had only been a few days ago that he'd met her, but he hadn't looked at her much at the time. He'd been too busy being angry at the whole being sent to summer camp thing.

This woman, with her long blonde hair and slightly crooked teeth, was the camp mental health officer. He remembered her name was Hani, but only because he had a habit of finding associations to remember names by. "Hello, Jimin," Hani said, giving Jimin a smile as she sat down on the edge of his bed. "I heard there was a bit of trouble earlier, but you look like you're doing better now."

Jimin made a noncommittal sound. He didn't want her. He only wanted Hoseok.

"I'll be honest with you, we're a bit concerned," Hani continued. "Your carers didn't inform us of the risk."

"Sorry," Jimin murmured. "It hadn't happened in almost two years."

"And two of the other boys throwing things at you, that's what set it off?"

Jimin nodded, his face rubbing against his pillow. "Mostly."

"That would be very upsetting for anyone, I expect. What do you think the best course of action would be?"

Jimin liked that she wasn't talking down to him, but he wasn't very good at answering such broad questions. All he could offer her was a shrug.

"Well, if you don't think you can handle this environment then we can call your carers at any time to come and get you. They were keen to have you give this a go, but I'm sure they wouldn't want you staying in a situation that was causing you too much stress."

Jimin hadn't thought about leaving in a couple of days, and now that it was brought up he found he didn't want to go. "No."

"Your carer is coming to see you on the weekend. Perhaps we could discuss things further then?"

"Okay."

Hani smiled. "Great. How about for now we come up with a risk management plan?"

"Okay," Jimin said again.

"I think the most important thing is that we avoid a repeat of what happened today," Hani said. "Perhaps, when you go to your activities, you could stay near the Councillor? The others are unlikely to cause trouble where they can see it."

Hoseok, who had been silently watching from his bed until now, spoke up. "But he didn't start it. He wouldn't. Why should he have to do anything different?"

Hani sighed. "If I could ensure all of the other boys would behave themselves I would, but I don't have that power. This isn't about blame or fault, this is about keeping everyone safe."

Hoseok huffed but didn't try to contest that. "Okay fine, but let me be a point of safety as well. I won't let anyone mess with him."

"That sounds good to me. Jimin?"

Jimin nodded.

"Great." Hani took a small notepad from the handbag she was carrying and jotted something down. "What else do you think might help?"

Again, Jimin didn't know how to even begin answering such a broad question. He shrugged.

"I think it would help if he could skip activities and stay in our cabin when he needs to, no questions asked," Hoseok suggested.

Hani turned to Jimin, eyebrows raised in question, then wrote something else in her notepad when Jimin nodded.

"And food," Hoseok continued. "We're not allowed to take food out of the cafeteria, but when Jimin's having a rough day he can't deal with going there. It would help if I could just bring him things when he needs it."

"What do you think, Jimin?" Hani asked.

"That would help," Jimin agreed. "It's bright and loud and... too much."

"Not a very pleasant environment for you at all," Hani said as she noted down something else. "What else?" Hani asked her question still directed at Jimin even though he had yet to contribute anything useful. She only turned to Hoseok when Jimin shrugged again.

"You seem to know Jimin's not an idiot," Hoseok said. "Can you please talk to the other staff? I swear to God I'm going to punch the next person who talks to him, or to me about him like he's a fucking four-year-old."

Hani winced. "Ah. Yes. It can be difficult for those without much experience to understand, especially when they limited exposure they get to him is when he's under stress. I'll make sure to explain things more clearly to anyone who's going to be in frequent contact with him."

Hoseok nodded stiffly. "That's all I've got. For now."

Hani looked at Jimin and, when he nodded too, she stood. "Well, I think this will be a good start. Hopefully, we can at least contain things until we get a chance to talk things out with your carers. If you — either of you — have anything else you need to talk to me about, you can ask for me at the main office at any time. Even if it's out of work hours they can contact me if there's an emergency."

"Thanks," Hoseok said when Jimin forgot to offer any response.

When she finally left, Jimin let out a long sigh. A lot of good would come out of the conversation, but it has still left him feeling tense.

"More game?" Hoseok asked.

Jimin nodded. "More game."

~

Neither of them even suggested lunch, just switched to a movie when Hoseok grew tired of the game and stayed laying close together. Jimin had never done anything like this with a boy his own age before — not the friend things or the touchy things.

Jimin wasn't sure what to label the cuddling as. It wasn't exactly a normal thing for two guys to do, but Jimin wasn't sure it had any kind of significance. Maybe Hoseok cared just as little about normal as Jimin did and was simply allowing it — encouraging it — because even platonic cuddles with other guys felt nice.

When night fell and their stomachs started growling, Hoseok went out for dinner. He returned half an hour later with their food on a tray instead of carefully smuggled away, so Jimin supposed the new rule must have gone into effect.

"What do you want to do now?" Hoseok asked after they'd eaten.

"Movie," Jimin said. "No, wait. You should decide. We keep doing what I want to do and that's not fair."

Hoseok shrugged and reached for his iPad where he'd left it on Jimin's nightstand. "I like making you happy. What kinds of movies do you like?"

"Most."

"Most. That's helpful. Tell me some you like."

"Titanic—"

"Titanic?" Hoseok interrupted, shooting Jimin an amused smile. "Really?"

"Not so much the romance part," Jimin admitted. "But given the time period it was made in they had some really impressive special effects, and I like disaster movies. Well, good disaster movies. There are a lot of bad ones, but I guess that's the case with any genre."

"So this is the way to get you to talk, huh?"

Jimin scrunched up his nose. "Sorry."

"I want you to talk to me. I don't even care what about. What else do you like?"

Jimin hesitated. He'd been reminded many times that not everyone liked the same things as he did, that not everyone wanted to talk about them incessantly. He had a tendency to get carried away. But Hoseok was asking. Hoseok had said he wanted to hear.

"Movies, books, video games, music," Jimin said. "Anything with a story. I want to be a music producer one day. I've already started learning a few things. I was going to take some distance education courses this summer, but I guess that isn't happening now."

"I'd say I'm glad you're here instead, but that'd be pretty selfish." Hoseok tapped an app and waited as the loading screen came up. "You don't seem to be having a lot of fun."

"This has been fun. I mean, the second part of today. That didn't involve assault."

"Yeah, I liked the non-violent parts of this day too." Hoseok lay down next to Jimin and wrapped an arm around him. It felt... natural. Jimin knew, intellectually, that it was a very odd thing for Hoseok to do, but it didn't feel strange at all. Just... right. Like this casual touching was just closer to how things should be, a natural progression. Jimin yawned as he snuggled in against Hoseok's side.

"So you like stories," Hoseok said as he scrolled through his movie library. "How about this?"

"Okay."

Earlier Jimin had been sure his actions would have pushed Hoseok away for good, strained their budding friendship beyond repair, but somehow the day had ended with them closer than ever. Despite the last few days have held more anxiety than Jimin had felt in years, he was starting to feel glad he'd been sent here. He never would have met Hoseok otherwise.